<?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-7254834199573698108</id><updated>2011-12-05T23:59:33.369+08:00</updated><category term='Hari Kanak-Kanak'/><category term='malacca'/><category term='random crapness =]'/><category term='Bea'/><category term='ah boy'/><category term='pet...=='/><category term='badminton'/><category term='screaming'/><category term='exams'/><category term='I&apos;m dying of BOREDOM'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='random'/><category term='Justin Bieber'/><category term='Kindergarten Baby'/><category term='BOREDOM'/><category term='Cousin&apos;s Wedding'/><category term='My Life Sucks This Week'/><category term='CNY'/><category term='fat dude =]'/><category term='PMR Week'/><category term='pass grade'/><category term='MARRIED...OMG'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='boring school'/><category term='Camp'/><category term='Sweet Sixteen'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='school holidays'/><category term='ang pao'/><category term='yi kor'/><category term='Kept In Prison'/><category term='You belong with me'/><category term='-[Crazy Freak =P]- wuz here'/><category term='Dango'/><title type='text'>♥A Story to Paint</title><subtitle type='html'>A splat, a dot, a stroke, and a scribble here and there~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>520</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-3853100127958159315</id><published>2011-12-05T17:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T17:02:20.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>39 Confessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1323074972157206" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: table; border-collapse: separate; "&gt;&lt;tbody id="yui_3_2_0_1_1323074972157203" style="width: 635px; "&gt;&lt;tr id="yui_3_2_0_1_1323074972157200" style="display: table-row; vertical-align: inherit; "&gt;&lt;td valign="top" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1323074972157197" style="display: table-cell; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font: inherit; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: block; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: block; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: block; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_1_1323074972157194" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: block; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Dear you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="yui_3_2_0_1_1323074972157194" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: block; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are 39 confessions of how I feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I bet you didn’t know that it hurts, knowing that you will never like me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I bet you didn’t know that when I said my heart hurts, it was because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I bet you didn’t know how hard it is for me to know that all I’ll ever be to you is just a close friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I bet you didn’t know that before I go to sleep, you’re the one on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I bet you didn’t know that now I can’t live without you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I bet you didn’t know when you’re not happy, I feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I bet you didn’t know that I always have to hide my real feelings from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I bet you didn’t know that I don’t want to ever lose someone special like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I bet you didn’t know that I love hearing your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I bet you didn’t know that you’re all I think about as each second passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I bet you didn’t know that when you get hurt or sad, I feel hurt and sad, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I bet you didn’t know that I dreamed of the day you say you like me, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I bet you didn’t know that I’m scared to tell you how I really feel because I’m scared that it will ruin our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I bet you didn’t know that sometimes I have to restrain myself from making it obvious that I really, really like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I bet you didn’t know how happy you’ve made me feel all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I bet you didn’t know that you’ve inspired me in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I bet you didn’t know how glad I am to have met you, to have someone like you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I bet you didn’t know that when you’re not with me, I can’t seem to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I bet you didn’t know that the reason why I’m always there when you are is because I wanna be close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I bet you didn’t know how much I really care about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I bet you didn’t know that when you talk to me, it feels as though I’m floating in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I bet you didn’t know that when we hug, I wished it never ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I bet you didn’t know that when you asked me if I’m okay, I always wanted to answer back, “no”, instead of a “yes”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I bet you didn’t know that I miss you when you’re gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I bet you didn’t know that you’re my weakness, yet greatest sense of security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. I bet you didn’t know the lengths I’d go to just to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I bet you didn’t know just how much I love your eyes that shine like pretty lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. I bet you didn’t know that when you smile, whether at me or not, I feel my heart beat race a little faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. I bet you didn’t know that I feel so protected, so safe, when I’m with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. I bet you didn’t know that when I’m with you, I can’t see anyone else around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. I bet you didn’t know that I hate it when you’re not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. I bet you didn’t know that I’d sacrifice myself, and my heart, just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. I bet you didn’t know that I wish upon an airplane, pretending it’s a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. I bet you didn’t know that when 11:11 roll by, I make a wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. I bet you didn’t know that when you hold my hand, it fits perfectly into yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. I bet you didn’t know that I’ve fallen for you way too deep and now I can’t get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. I bet you didn’t know that all of this ain’t even half of what I’m feeling inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. I bet you didn’t know all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, most of all . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. I bet you didn’t know that I've been in love with you for all this while...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-3853100127958159315?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/3853100127958159315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=3853100127958159315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/3853100127958159315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/3853100127958159315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/12/39-confessions.html' title='39 Confessions'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-690422242418551947</id><published>2011-08-14T15:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T15:56:46.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 25</title><content type='html'>What I would find in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Earphones.&lt;br /&gt;2. Wallet.&lt;br /&gt;3. Phone.&lt;br /&gt;4. Comb&lt;br /&gt;5. Hairband&lt;br /&gt;6. Occasionally pens&lt;br /&gt;7. Occasionally pieces of papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-690422242418551947?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/690422242418551947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=690422242418551947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/690422242418551947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/690422242418551947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-25.html' title='Day 25'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-6259966483425229287</id><published>2011-08-12T11:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T11:22:01.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh D:</title><content type='html'>I've been neglecting my blog. But I don't really have anything to post about and I'm too lazy to do the 30 Days Challenge thing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-6259966483425229287?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/6259966483425229287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=6259966483425229287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/6259966483425229287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/6259966483425229287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/08/sigh-d.html' title='Sigh D:'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-6929493625328412595</id><published>2011-08-04T21:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T22:25:45.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Day!</title><content type='html'>Here's some pics! :D Sneak peeks!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V7PppHQMgv4/TjqoOw4Z8pI/AAAAAAAABSg/jPaObAhRlg0/s1600/Senior%2BFormal.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V7PppHQMgv4/TjqoOw4Z8pI/AAAAAAAABSg/jPaObAhRlg0/s400/Senior%2BFormal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637002855200715410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Senior Class '11 *can see me? :D*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DWumP2b08bY/Tjqm0TTrCxI/AAAAAAAABSQ/Y5fPBd2TwLE/s1600/Karmen%2Band%2BCarmen.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DWumP2b08bY/Tjqm0TTrCxI/AAAAAAAABSQ/Y5fPBd2TwLE/s400/Karmen%2Band%2BCarmen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637001301073791762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;                                                                          Karmen and Carmen (: love you, babe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TBvO9lAUMuI/Tjqm0XFsEoI/AAAAAAAABSI/TVAKInY2jtQ/s1600/Me.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TBvO9lAUMuI/Tjqm0XFsEoI/AAAAAAAABSI/TVAKInY2jtQ/s400/Me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637001302088880770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;THE BACKGROUND! AAAHHH IT'S SO NICE! Thank God it worked! :D oh, and me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5d1kzQRIAQ/Tjqm0HzILQI/AAAAAAAABSA/o75lRHoOBzw/s1600/Editorial.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5d1kzQRIAQ/Tjqm0HzILQI/AAAAAAAABSA/o75lRHoOBzw/s400/Editorial.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637001297984498946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The Magazine Editor People From Clockwise: Zhao Yu &lt;i&gt;(Head of Journalism)&lt;/i&gt;, Me &lt;i&gt;(Head of Magazine Editor)&lt;/i&gt;, Michelle &lt;i&gt;(Proofreader)&lt;/i&gt;, Claudia &lt;i&gt;(Head of Layouts &amp;amp; Designs)&lt;/i&gt;, David in the coat &lt;i&gt;(Head of Finance and Marketing)&lt;/i&gt;, Daniel in suspenders &lt;i&gt;(Assistant Magazine Editor)&lt;/i&gt;, Reuben &lt;i&gt;(Head of Special Task Force)&lt;/i&gt; and Brandon in white &lt;i&gt;(School Collage Master&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFWq1ntygOU/Tjqm0PAkKDI/AAAAAAAABR4/ovEaANiT_gY/s1600/CKC.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFWq1ntygOU/Tjqm0PAkKDI/AAAAAAAABR4/ovEaANiT_gY/s400/CKC.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637001299919906866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Charis with the two C/Karmen's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--A1X-BMCykg/TjqmzxV3ZlI/AAAAAAAABRw/DDbB5p_Eri0/s1600/Casual.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--A1X-BMCykg/TjqmzxV3ZlI/AAAAAAAABRw/DDbB5p_Eri0/s400/Casual.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637001291956184658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Senior Class Casual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGSWHZFGuMo/TjqlWUbx4gI/AAAAAAAABRo/wEDLuSJZtyE/s1600/Pyramid.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGSWHZFGuMo/TjqlWUbx4gI/AAAAAAAABRo/wEDLuSJZtyE/s400/Pyramid.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636999686468526594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Notice this sort of look like a pyramid? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rqvT41CRsjY/TjqlWBwcFUI/AAAAAAAABRg/z0VL3qBfiMk/s1600/The%2BGirls%2Bplus%2BDavid%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rqvT41CRsjY/TjqlWBwcFUI/AAAAAAAABRg/z0VL3qBfiMk/s400/The%2BGirls%2Bplus%2BDavid%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636999681454904642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Best picture of David (in the background) so far. LOL just kidding, Dave (&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f3ZM5sQVuAk/TjqlV-XhNPI/AAAAAAAABRY/6yDA_wSWiMs/s1600/Take%2B2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f3ZM5sQVuAk/TjqlV-XhNPI/AAAAAAAABRY/6yDA_wSWiMs/s400/Take%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636999680545076466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Don't mind us, we're just cool (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/---IWs69cduc/TjqlV54cgeI/AAAAAAAABRQ/r7qMiAKl3ak/s1600/Sexeh.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/---IWs69cduc/TjqlV54cgeI/AAAAAAAABRQ/r7qMiAKl3ak/s400/Sexeh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636999679341003234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Eee, yeah I cut people out :D HAHA. :D except I couldn't cut Zhao Yu's nor Chelle's face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yINyopfGOps/TjqlVjQ2_SI/AAAAAAAABRI/E1x9ig3wqCc/s1600/Posers.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yINyopfGOps/TjqlVjQ2_SI/AAAAAAAABRI/E1x9ig3wqCc/s400/Posers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636999673269386530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The Leong's Girls (: Darn Elise for closing her eyes D:&lt;br /&gt;No, they're not my sisters. They just have the same surname.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-6929493625328412595?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/6929493625328412595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=6929493625328412595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/6929493625328412595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/6929493625328412595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/08/photo-day.html' title='Photo Day!'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V7PppHQMgv4/TjqoOw4Z8pI/AAAAAAAABSg/jPaObAhRlg0/s72-c/Senior%2BFormal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-2839818734735953059</id><published>2011-07-24T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T21:36:38.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 23</title><content type='html'>Something you crave for a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t6qtdmaZSC0/TiwfgBmmUkI/AAAAAAAABRA/QjKc1EBjego/s1600/Be%2BHappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t6qtdmaZSC0/TiwfgBmmUkI/AAAAAAAABRA/QjKc1EBjego/s400/Be%2BHappy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632911868980253250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness, that's what I crave for (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-2839818734735953059?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/2839818734735953059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=2839818734735953059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/2839818734735953059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/2839818734735953059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-23.html' title='Day 23'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t6qtdmaZSC0/TiwfgBmmUkI/AAAAAAAABRA/QjKc1EBjego/s72-c/Be%2BHappy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-3120804123356741868</id><published>2011-07-22T07:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T07:50:59.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 22</title><content type='html'>What makes me different from everybody else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could be my ability to accept people, even the ones rejected?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  always have been able to mix around with friends be it Indians, Malays,  Chinese, Philippians, Papua New Guineans, etc. I have a whole range of  people who I can call friends, non-Christians, Christians, and different  races. I put up with people who thinks smoking is fun (though I highly  discourage it), and I have plenty of weird friends, that's for sure. But  mostly, I have friends, who have and still are looked down upon, and  people have been criticizing them from the outskirt appearances, yet I  can still say ‘That’s my friend’.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They don’t know the real  them they are, they don’t stick around to get to know them. When they  do something that piss them off, immediately they are judged and people  stay away from them. People come up to me and ask “Why are you friends  with them?” and I ask them “Why do you hate them so much?” because I  really don't understand why they dislike them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I find it  uncomfortable when someone talks bad about them, because they are my  friends. So I usually defend them, which sometimes make me loose a  friend because of that. They are my friends. You got a problem, tell it  to their face. Don’t be such a coward and talk bad about them behind  their backs, especially when they aren’t there to defend themselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could it be my ability to love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  find it very easy to love. I love my friends so much; it hurts to see  them hurt. I would do ANYTHING to bring a smile on their face – even if  it kills me. I’ll jump in front of a bullet for my friends. No joke. Of  course, if people ask me to prove my love for them by killing myself,  I’ll just punch their face. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I love, I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;.  I go out there to help them. I put my problems aside for theirs. I do  impulsive things for them. I fake my happiness so it won’t ruin my  friend’s happiness. Sacrifice. I sacrifice the things I wanna do for  them, because my friends are worth more than myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every  now and then, I like to remind my friends how much I love them because I  feel as though I wasn’t showing it. So I usually make things for them  (like bookmarks) or write nice things on a little piece of note.  Friendships are forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could it be my ability to stay strong when all else fails?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;es,  everybody go through that, but everyone’s problems are different. For  me, like stated above, I put my problems aside. In school people see me  smiling and laughing. At home, I get depressed. Occasionally I let  someone know what I’m feeling, but I don’t reveal everything to them  because I don’t want to make it a burden. But life goes on. It doesn’t  stop for anyone. I make decisions that may be best for me, even if it  hurts me. I’ve thought of suicide (tell me, who haven’t?), but yet I’m  still alive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I stay strong for people, even when I can’t stay strong for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People’s Answers on What Makes Me Different from Everybody Else:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hubert: &lt;/em&gt;Well,  You're really kind and supportive... At least, to me. You listen to my  problems. Even though sometimes you bear them with me. You're too nice  at times. :P Hurting yourself for others. But basically, a kind,  supportive and all around happy person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suan Kai&lt;/em&gt;: You are strong­, bold, smart,­ funny, diligent­, trustworthy­ and the most important is.. You are You. :))­&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah&lt;/em&gt;:  Your personality. The way you always try to help your friends instead  of yourself, you're more likely to jump down a cliff to save them than  to sit there and do nothing. You’re a positive thinker. You’re only  positive when it's about your friends but when it comes to you, you're  pretty emo. So pretty much you care about your friends more than anyone  could in their whole existence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esther&lt;/em&gt;: You’re really understanding&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lei Shen&lt;/em&gt;: You are sensitive, that's for sure. (-.-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;David:&lt;/em&gt; You're willing to stand up for what is right. You're willing to hurt yourself for the other person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iain&lt;/em&gt;: You're understanding. And you're the closest match to who I am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, I guess. At the end of the day… What makes YOU different from everybody else?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Btw, if you have any more suggestions, please do write out your opinions (:&lt;/p&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/7254834199573698108-3120804123356741868?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/3120804123356741868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=3120804123356741868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/3120804123356741868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/3120804123356741868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-22.html' title='Day 22'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-7080581219941785469</id><published>2011-07-10T17:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T17:56:31.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A picture of something that makes you happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3aft0682YKg/Thl213Uo29I/AAAAAAAABQ4/6XV2W3kO6Io/s1600/Iain.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3aft0682YKg/Thl213Uo29I/AAAAAAAABQ4/6XV2W3kO6Io/s400/Iain.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627659877131803602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Iain Chan Ziyan. My best friend. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He makes me happy and I am so terribly glad to have met him. I can't imagine my life without him no more. He's part of who I am and although I don't really 'know' it, he's the sweetest. Smart, funny, loving, dependable and TOTALLY AWESOME, I love this crazy Simple Plan fan :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you, Iain :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-7080581219941785469?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/7080581219941785469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=7080581219941785469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/7080581219941785469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/7080581219941785469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-21.html' title='Day 21'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3aft0682YKg/Thl213Uo29I/AAAAAAAABQ4/6XV2W3kO6Io/s72-c/Iain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-1639831663353995840</id><published>2011-07-10T17:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T17:49:20.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Rhys Wakefield!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dtcCrTaITvo/Thl1SvCFU5I/AAAAAAAABQw/nlul__n4fg4/s1600/Rhys%2BWakfield.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dtcCrTaITvo/Thl1SvCFU5I/AAAAAAAABQw/nlul__n4fg4/s400/Rhys%2BWakfield.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627658174099444626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; Don't judge me. He's cute. If not him then...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YAMASHITA TOMOHISA~~~!!!!!! (Yamapi)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LcpUTcEIWm8/Thl0o5SlFaI/AAAAAAAABQo/TMkvLZaDv4g/s1600/Yamashita%2BTomohisa.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LcpUTcEIWm8/Thl0o5SlFaI/AAAAAAAABQo/TMkvLZaDv4g/s400/Yamashita%2BTomohisa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627657455298483618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But in reality, I honestly don't know who. When I try to picture, his face comes blank. We'll just see on my wedding day, aye? (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-1639831663353995840?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/1639831663353995840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=1639831663353995840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/1639831663353995840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/1639831663353995840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-20.html' title='Day 20'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dtcCrTaITvo/Thl1SvCFU5I/AAAAAAAABQw/nlul__n4fg4/s72-c/Rhys%2BWakfield.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-1588536671052327714</id><published>2011-07-06T07:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T08:02:55.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Us</title><content type='html'>I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us&lt;br /&gt;How we met and the sparks flew instantly&lt;br /&gt;People would say, "they're the lucky ones"&lt;br /&gt;I used to know my place was a spot next to you&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm searching the room for an empty seat&lt;br /&gt;'Cause lately I don't even know what page you're on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, a simple complication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Miscommunications lead to fall out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things that I wish you knew&lt;br /&gt;So many walls up I can't break through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I'm standing alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In a crowded room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And we're not speaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm dying to know&lt;br /&gt;Is it killing you&lt;br /&gt;Like it's killing me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know what to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since a twist of fate&lt;br /&gt;When it all broke down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the story of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looks a lot like a tragedy now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next chapter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How'd we end up this way?&lt;br /&gt;See me nervously pulling at my clothes&lt;br /&gt;And trying to look busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you're doing your best to avoid me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to think one day I'll tell the story of us&lt;br /&gt;How I was losing my mind when I saw you here&lt;br /&gt;But you held your pride like you should have held me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we're scared to see the ending&lt;br /&gt;Why are we pretending this is nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd tell you I miss you but I don't know how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I've never heard silence quite this loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is looking like a contest&lt;br /&gt;Of who can act like they care less&lt;br /&gt;But I liked it better when you were on my side&lt;br /&gt;The battle's in your hands now&lt;br /&gt;But I would lay my armor down&lt;br /&gt;If you'd say you'd rather love than fight&lt;br /&gt;So many things that you wish I knew&lt;br /&gt;But the story of us might be ending soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm standing alone&lt;br /&gt;In a crowded room&lt;br /&gt;And we're not speaking&lt;br /&gt;And I'm dying to know&lt;br /&gt;Is it killing you&lt;br /&gt;Like it's killing me?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;Since a twist of fate&lt;br /&gt;When it all broke down&lt;br /&gt;And the story of us&lt;br /&gt;Looks a lot like a tragedy now, now, now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're not speaking&lt;br /&gt;And I'm dying to know&lt;br /&gt;Is it killing you&lt;br /&gt;Like it's killing me?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;Since a twist of fate&lt;br /&gt;'cause we're going down&lt;br /&gt;And the story of us&lt;br /&gt;Looks a lot like a tragedy now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-1588536671052327714?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/1588536671052327714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=1588536671052327714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/1588536671052327714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/1588536671052327714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/07/story-of-us.html' title='The Story of Us'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-7449294226734214522</id><published>2011-07-05T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T16:32:35.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Nicknames you have; why do you have them&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Men Men - a pet nickname I've gotten since I was a kid, called by my family and friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Shorts - cos I'm short, a nickname I got from Chelle and Charis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Shortie - self-explanatory.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Chopsticks - called by Vincent Bayang cos he saw me using chopsticks. This was in PNG.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Bookworm - cos I love reading books.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Peacock - wore my hair once like a peacock.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Many Many - a joke from Leilani.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Men Men Junior - no idea why Anand called me that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Sai Man - small me -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Kichit - Grandpa called me that. Used to be because I was the youngest. Now Ah San had took that nickname from me D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. KarMii - a cute nickname from Bea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Pocket Size - Ever heard of Fun Size? Yeaap, Pocket Size is SMALLER than the usual Fun Size.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-7449294226734214522?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/7449294226734214522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=7449294226734214522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/7449294226734214522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/7449294226734214522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-19.html' title='Day 19'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-4720728040099040788</id><published>2011-07-04T17:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T17:29:01.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5mojo79fw7g/ThGH12aTJMI/AAAAAAAABQc/xcR13oH4ThI/s1600/Silence%2BIs%2BScary.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5mojo79fw7g/ThGH12aTJMI/AAAAAAAABQc/xcR13oH4ThI/s400/Silence%2BIs%2BScary.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625426768771097794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YhjJRHthOLQ/ThGHo-qU3XI/AAAAAAAABQM/lswfvy0_9y8/s1600/Love%2Bfor%2BOthers.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YhjJRHthOLQ/ThGHo-qU3XI/AAAAAAAABQM/lswfvy0_9y8/s400/Love%2Bfor%2BOthers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625426547647503730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cCG1hq2YyoY/ThGHn4VjPaI/AAAAAAAABQE/AzYokM39zow/s1600/Say%2BGoodbye.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JsRFMY5ehdg/ThGEN_88vkI/AAAAAAAABP8/VMxXm6LGkfM/s400/tumblr_lnqtvujfzT1qb03sko1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625422785602698818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-4720728040099040788?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4720728040099040788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=4720728040099040788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/4720728040099040788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/4720728040099040788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/07/speak-now.html' title='Speak Now'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5mojo79fw7g/ThGH12aTJMI/AAAAAAAABQc/xcR13oH4ThI/s72-c/Silence%2BIs%2BScary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-1672111695478669565</id><published>2011-06-30T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T22:21:15.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Plans/dreams/goals you have&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. To do more worlk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. To help friends overcome their problems.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Forget my problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-1672111695478669565?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/1672111695478669565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=1672111695478669565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/1672111695478669565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/1672111695478669565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-18.html' title='Day 18'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-6155858451836698980</id><published>2011-06-17T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T18:04:04.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Idk. Maybe someone from the olden days when Jesus was still alive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or someone famous. Like Selena Gomez or Taylor Swift.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But honestly, I don't think I want to be anybody else but me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-6155858451836698980?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/6155858451836698980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=6155858451836698980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/6155858451836698980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/6155858451836698980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-17.html' title='Day 17'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-3883449259916777760</id><published>2011-06-10T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T13:41:19.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;One thing I hate about YouTube videos especially when you're watching a show is when the moment it gets to the intense bit, it starts to buff, because it hasn't been fully uploaded yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Groans.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now I'm stuck, wondering what to do and I simply refuse to watch Part 2 of the The Tribes episode I'm watching as it might spoil some stuff for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess I'm left writing here. Not saying it's a bad thing. It's just that I had gleefully left my show to load while I go make lunch and not even half way through, the show gets frozen and I'm left waiting while my food gets cold.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-3883449259916777760?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/3883449259916777760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=3883449259916777760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/3883449259916777760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/3883449259916777760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/06/awkward-moment.html' title='Awkward Moment'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-3007001500550910566</id><published>2011-06-09T13:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T13:30:19.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling In The Deep</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;She is AWESOME. And she's only 11! (: Thumbs up! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lMrCW07XBS8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-3007001500550910566?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/3007001500550910566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=3007001500550910566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/3007001500550910566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/3007001500550910566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/06/rolling-in-deep.html' title='Rolling In The Deep'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lMrCW07XBS8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-6401344691557855699</id><published>2011-06-03T13:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T14:01:58.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; Another picture of yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wiAFgyG3wWQ/Teh4qzUDg9I/AAAAAAAABPU/bz60o4e48KQ/s1600/me.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 339px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wiAFgyG3wWQ/Teh4qzUDg9I/AAAAAAAABPU/bz60o4e48KQ/s400/me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613869612241486802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*credits to David*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-6401344691557855699?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/6401344691557855699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=6401344691557855699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/6401344691557855699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/6401344691557855699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-16.html' title='Day 16'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wiAFgyG3wWQ/Teh4qzUDg9I/AAAAAAAABPU/bz60o4e48KQ/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-860858750027201184</id><published>2011-05-21T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T22:46:34.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Put your iPod (or phone in my case) on shuffle: First 10 songs that play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Taylor Swift - Forever &amp;amp; Always&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Simple Plan - Save You&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. S Club 7 - Natural&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Kate DeAraugo - Faded&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. N'sync - It Makes Me Ill&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. David Archuleta - A Little Too Not Over You&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Orianthi - According To You&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Justin Bieber - That Should Be Me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Justin Bieber - Up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Auburn - All About Him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow, out of 227 songs, Justin Bieber came up TWICE? o.o And plus, my songs are REALLY OLD. Hmm. Time to add new songs! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-860858750027201184?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/860858750027201184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=860858750027201184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/860858750027201184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/860858750027201184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-15.html' title='Day 15'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-6061590358656246051</id><published>2011-05-21T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T22:43:00.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; A picture of you and your family :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4-kaDgxYXS0/TdfPTDtK7-I/AAAAAAAABPI/otRcl69UnN8/s1600/Family.webp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4-kaDgxYXS0/TdfPTDtK7-I/AAAAAAAABPI/otRcl69UnN8/s400/Family.webp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609179787232473058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well, this picture was taken ... two years ago. Sorry. Don't have very recent ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-6061590358656246051?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/6061590358656246051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=6061590358656246051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/6061590358656246051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/6061590358656246051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-14.html' title='Day 14'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4-kaDgxYXS0/TdfPTDtK7-I/AAAAAAAABPI/otRcl69UnN8/s72-c/Family.webp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-4777618068178886198</id><published>2011-05-19T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T17:13:20.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it better to have loved and lost than not have loved at all?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;For me, I think it is better to have loved and lost than not have loved at all. Why do I say that? Because we can learn &lt;em&gt;a lot&lt;/em&gt; of things from both loving and losing someone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One thing we can learn from it is the value of the things we have. We learn to appreciate it. Often we didn't realize how special it was and how important it was until it is gone. So, once it is gone, we learn that in the future, we would be more appreciative of things, including love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another reason would be because to have loved is a wonderful feeling. 'Love' gives the cliche feeling of the warmth, happiness and joyful feeling. You can't help but smile with the presence of love around you. Love helps see the good points in other people, despite their many flaws. Like it is mentioned in 1 Corinthians Chapter 13: "Love is patient, love is kind ...", love is all of these. It is a reason why it is so cliche, because it actually happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you have loved and lost, you would be able to relate to most peers. You can advise them when they have just recently lost someone; you can comfort them. To have loved and lost also makes you stronger. You learn that life goes on, and that later in life you will gain something much more better. You would realize that the heart is stronger than it seems, that you are still able to smile when everything is going wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you never loved, you wouldn't learn to appreciate things. You wouldn't even appreciate them if you didn't love it! If you never loved, you wouldn't have to go through all the pain, but then you wouldn't be able to relate to a friend when they come to your for comfort. It would be really awkward for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is why I would rather have loved and lost than to not have loved at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-4777618068178886198?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4777618068178886198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=4777618068178886198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/4777618068178886198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/4777618068178886198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/05/is-it-better-to-have-loved-and-lost.html' title='Is it better to have loved and lost than not have loved at all?'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-2666696976352552286</id><published>2011-05-19T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T16:59:48.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A letter to someone who's hurt you recently&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, remember me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That girl you used to hang out with? The one you dubbed 'second closest female friend'? What happened to that? What happened to us? I remember you. You used to be there when I needed you. You used to be the one who picked me up in my darkest moments. You taught me a lot. I could never forget. You used to be the one who made me laugh all the time. You're the boy I fell in love with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You're also the boy who broke my heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And you knew about it. You knew I was hurting. You lied to me. You betrayed me. But it wasn't like that, was it? It was because you 'cared' about me that made you do what you did. You tried to help me and I admire you for that. You tried to help me get over you by driving me away, but avoiding me. But it didn't work, did it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still love you. But you don't know that. I cried for you, because of you. But you didn't know that either. You don't know my feelings. You stand there, joking with me and laughing with me - not to mention, bully me T.T - but you have no idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It hurts. Thinking what an idiot I must have been. That you will never love me. That you love someone else. It hurts knowing how I cried for you, you who were a few feet away from my tears, unaware. You hurt me so much and are still hurting me. It also hurts to think that you think I'm over you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But that's okay. Because it's my fault. I've inconvenienced you. I've selfishly continued to love you. You're not the one who should apologize. It should be me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I'm sorry. For everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I'm sorry that I still love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-2666696976352552286?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/2666696976352552286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=2666696976352552286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/2666696976352552286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/2666696976352552286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/05/day-13.html' title='Day 13'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-3151393576847380716</id><published>2011-05-04T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T16:29:08.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Will post Day 13 soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-3151393576847380716?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/3151393576847380716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=3151393576847380716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/3151393576847380716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/3151393576847380716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/05/will-post-day-13-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-781646532367975290</id><published>2011-04-10T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T22:05:07.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;How you found out about Blogger and why you made one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found out about Blogger through my sister, when I saw her creating one. Curios, I began to read her blog. And then I wanted one, too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reason being? Cos my friend Shower convinced me to. She said "So I can know what goes on in your life"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL Not that she reads my blog anymore. Hmph. ;X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But yeah. A way to let my friends know what goes on in my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although I've long stopped blogging about my life and started blogging more interesting - I hope - blog posts. So yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's my Day 12&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-781646532367975290?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/781646532367975290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=781646532367975290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/781646532367975290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/781646532367975290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-12.html' title='Day 12'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-1713545514480794771</id><published>2011-04-09T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T23:00:28.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Another picture of you and your friends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k4Z2PG4SfL0/TaB0V4zymQI/AAAAAAAABOk/5w9QETTticI/s1600/Us.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k4Z2PG4SfL0/TaB0V4zymQI/AAAAAAAABOk/5w9QETTticI/s400/Us.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593598656569841922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-1713545514480794771?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/1713545514480794771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=1713545514480794771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/1713545514480794771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/1713545514480794771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-11.html' title='Day 11'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k4Z2PG4SfL0/TaB0V4zymQI/AAAAAAAABOk/5w9QETTticI/s72-c/Us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-4162517095454778084</id><published>2011-04-09T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T17:35:00.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Songs you listen to when you are Happy, Sad, Bored, Hyped, Mad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaha this seems interesting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Happy&lt;br /&gt;- Gemuruh&lt;br /&gt;- Mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Sad&lt;br /&gt;- Back to December&lt;br /&gt;- Because You Live&lt;br /&gt;- Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;br /&gt;- Save You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Bored&lt;br /&gt;- The Dream Must Stay Alive&lt;br /&gt;- Love Drunk&lt;br /&gt;- Gone&lt;br /&gt;- Homecoming&lt;br /&gt;- That's What You Get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Mad&lt;br /&gt;- The Last Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-4162517095454778084?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4162517095454778084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=4162517095454778084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/4162517095454778084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/4162517095454778084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-10.html' title='Day 10'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-3939635543190977687</id><published>2011-04-09T17:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T17:12:49.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Something you’re proud of in the past few days&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not exactly sure but I guess it'll be ... ehhmmm ... being able to stay happy(er) for a long time despite people trying to stir up trouble.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lol. I've been slacking. I'll post up Day 10... soon...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-3939635543190977687?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/3939635543190977687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=3939635543190977687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/3939635543190977687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/3939635543190977687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-09.html' title='Day 09'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-2581170678255457031</id><published>2011-03-29T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T18:09:55.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;OMG I TOTALLY FORGOT TO WRITE IT DOWN&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FORGOT TO BLOG ABOUT IT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I CAN SPEAK IN TONGUES!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WEEEEEEE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only a little bit, uttered my first baby words at church on Sunday the other day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(: (: (: (: (: (: (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am listening to To The Ends of The Earth now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-2581170678255457031?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/2581170678255457031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=2581170678255457031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/2581170678255457031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/2581170678255457031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/03/weeee.html' title='WEEEE'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-341867398248804847</id><published>2011-03-26T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T22:14:44.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=.=</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Is it just me or have the word 'dreams' been appearing everywhere all of a sudden?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But anyway, after hearing the news. I feel so happy for you! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-341867398248804847?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/341867398248804847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=341867398248804847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/341867398248804847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/341867398248804847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='=.='/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-4592281706332781304</id><published>2011-03-26T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T18:34:35.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Short term goals for this month and why&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finish as many books as I can so I can graduate faster.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Be a better person. Stop being so sad! What's past is past.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Dream big. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(No, Charis, I do not mean those kind of dreams)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Finish SEP Section 2 and 3 by the end of this month. So I won't rush into it next month.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Lose weight. Get in shape before Blazing Aces.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Get closer with God. I've been slacking. I'm so sorry, Father.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Pluck the courage to tell you the truth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-4592281706332781304?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4592281706332781304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=4592281706332781304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/4592281706332781304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/4592281706332781304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-8.html' title='Day 8'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-6256778106194363176</id><published>2011-03-24T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T20:51:22.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan Shupe, Dream Big</title><content type='html'>When you cry be sure to dry your eyes&lt;br /&gt;'Cause better days are sure to come&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile be sure to smile wide&lt;br /&gt;Don't let them know that they have won&lt;br /&gt;And when you walk, walk with pride&lt;br /&gt;Don't show the hurt inside&lt;br /&gt;Because the pain will soon be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you dream, dream big&lt;br /&gt;As big as the ocean blue&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when you dream it might come true&lt;br /&gt;When you dream, dream big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you laugh be sure to laugh out loud&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it will carry all your cares away&lt;br /&gt;And when you see, see the beauty all around and in yourself&lt;br /&gt;And it'll help you feel okay&lt;br /&gt;And when you pray, pray for strength&lt;br /&gt;To help you carry on&lt;br /&gt;When the troubles come your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you dream, dream big&lt;br /&gt;As big as the ocean blue&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when you dream it might come true&lt;br /&gt;When you dream, dream big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you laugh be sure to laugh out loud&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it will carry all your cares away&lt;br /&gt;And when you see, see the beauty all around and in yourself&lt;br /&gt;And it'll help you feel okay&lt;br /&gt;And when you pray, pray for strength&lt;br /&gt;To help you carry on&lt;br /&gt;When the troubles come your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you dream, dream big&lt;br /&gt;As big as the ocean blue&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when you dream it might come true&lt;br /&gt;When you dream, dream big&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-6256778106194363176?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/6256778106194363176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=6256778106194363176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/6256778106194363176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/6256778106194363176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/03/ryan-shupe-dream-big.html' title='Ryan Shupe, Dream Big'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-5699847488367084633</id><published>2011-03-17T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T16:19:34.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dream Must Stay Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Was watching Tribe: The New Tomorrow when I saw the 'Tribe: Movie Trailer'. Curiosity got the best of me so I clicked and watched the trailer. Not bad. The background song was nice and I really like the lyrics (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mind the grammer, peeps. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fW3UyzWOQ7Q" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look in to the future, what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;I really need to know now, is there a place for me?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where do we go from here&lt;/p&gt;Take me as you find me, for what I am&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And when I make mistakes, please understand&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And as long as I know you're near&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;There is nothing for me to fear&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;CHORUS&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Out of the darkness, a light shines&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Burning through the coldest night&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And we can find a way&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(together we'll make it)&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;With every step we take&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(moving be closer together)&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;If we're gonna survive&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The dream must stay alive&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Baby will you hold me, When I'm afraid&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;See me through the danger, till the break of day&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;If there's love there's a chance for me&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Just believe in youreself you'll see&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;CHORUS&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And as long as I know you're near&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;There is nothing for me to fear&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHORUS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-5699847488367084633?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/5699847488367084633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=5699847488367084633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/5699847488367084633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/5699847488367084633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/03/dream-must-stay-alive.html' title='The Dream Must Stay Alive'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fW3UyzWOQ7Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-8509006151619167758</id><published>2011-03-14T09:39:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T16:22:35.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt;. What He has done for me is indescribable. And there's no picture because no one really knows how He looks like until we go to heaven. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;My family&lt;/strong&gt;. Self-explanatory.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HhycWjfiUMI/TX1-s-eoUAI/AAAAAAAABOY/pN4zvSVaMGk/s1600/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HhycWjfiUMI/TX1-s-eoUAI/AAAAAAAABOY/pN4zvSVaMGk/s400/family.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583758424160096258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. My friends in Vineyard Church. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*from left to right*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Esther&lt;/strong&gt;, my 'mummy', who is always a laugh to be with. &lt;strong&gt;Samantha&lt;/strong&gt; my 'daughter', who we can talk craps about celebs with, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*skip me*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Elizza&lt;/strong&gt; the hyperactive girl who's always so cheerful, &lt;strong&gt;Chelle&lt;/strong&gt; the Best Friend who will always be there for me, and &lt;strong&gt;Anthea&lt;/strong&gt; the 'baby' among the group but also one of the most girly-girls I know! Even girlier than Claudia!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M-hTd4aALKY/TX193miVT8I/AAAAAAAABOQ/VHJ3u7qhpKM/s1600/All%2Bof%2Bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M-hTd4aALKY/TX193miVT8I/AAAAAAAABOQ/VHJ3u7qhpKM/s400/All%2Bof%2Bus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583757507200110530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Dear sweet &lt;strong&gt;Claudia Chai&lt;/strong&gt; (: Thank you, for always listening to my problems, for being understanding, compassionate and just plain awesome (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kDF0v9GxUEU/TX17VRxYBDI/AAAAAAAABOA/F4Qq5u2sB-c/s1600/Claudia%2Band%2BKarmen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kDF0v9GxUEU/TX17VRxYBDI/AAAAAAAABOA/F4Qq5u2sB-c/s400/Claudia%2Band%2BKarmen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583754718487249970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Carmen Chang&lt;/strong&gt;. My pretty sidekick. HAHA! Love you to bits! You give the warmest hugs and I love all those talks we've shared. Thanks for listening to me, and thanks for sharing the same name as me (:(:(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YC5N4bJLkjI/TX17GlS8fBI/AAAAAAAABN4/zB7Xe8EYaDI/s1600/Carmen%2B%2526%2BKarmen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YC5N4bJLkjI/TX17GlS8fBI/AAAAAAAABN4/zB7Xe8EYaDI/s400/Carmen%2B%2526%2BKarmen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583754466030287890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/7. &lt;strong&gt;David Foo and Charis Wong&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;David&lt;/em&gt;, one of the closest guy friends I have whom I tell everything to - other than girls' stuff, of course. Funny, loud, caring, kind. You have the characteristics not many boys have as a gentleman. Don't change!!! &lt;em&gt;Charis&lt;/em&gt;, hyperactive and bubbly, you always have a smile upon your face. You are one of a kind. I can't remember when was the last time I actually had such bubbly friend who's always so HAPPY! (: You never cease to bring a smile upon my face (:&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--5ErP4y8XBA/TX16L6BKLMI/AAAAAAAABNg/0gmmjkUBPEY/s1600/David%2Band%2BCharis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--5ErP4y8XBA/TX16L6BKLMI/AAAAAAAABNg/0gmmjkUBPEY/s400/David%2Band%2BCharis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583753457980550338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Lastly, &lt;strong&gt;Sam&lt;/strong&gt;. Erm. What to say? He's a great friend. Someone who you'll have tons of fun with, and someone who hardly ever judged. Hard to find friends like him. He's, for sure, a keeper (: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ohoh and &lt;strong&gt;Jon&lt;/strong&gt; with his cooooooooolllddddd hands!! :D)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HAXb7ZVqMD4/TX15iIWbr6I/AAAAAAAABNA/kAq9gQWdj_8/s1600/Sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HAXb7ZVqMD4/TX15iIWbr6I/AAAAAAAABNA/kAq9gQWdj_8/s400/Sam.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583752740273368994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Papers. Why do I say papers? Because papers give me the freedom to vent, to write whatever I feel inside. Yeah I know, so does blogger - especially my *ahem* emo *cough* blog - but I can't go online to blog all the time, can I now? Another reason is because papers ... aiya, just go to my Inspirational Whispers blog :X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's on my link site. Oh just click &lt;a href="http://inspirational-whispers.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are many more but I'm too lazy to write it out. I'll just list their names:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Stupid Boon Sing :P&lt;br /&gt;2. Pei Sak (:&lt;br /&gt;3. The Tan family (Danica, Ben, Bryann)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And many more lah. I'm even too lazy to list 'em down. Gawsh, I'm lazy ._.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dayum D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-8509006151619167758?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/8509006151619167758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=8509006151619167758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/8509006151619167758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/8509006151619167758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HhycWjfiUMI/TX1-s-eoUAI/AAAAAAAABOY/pN4zvSVaMGk/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-5062347742458026891</id><published>2011-03-12T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T20:16:02.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owh D:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Was playing badminton with Ka Hoe and Sarah today. Had fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I fell down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Backwards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On my butt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In a puddle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No joke. Now it's starting to hurt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like crazy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a random thought, my bruises on each legs are starting to look really ugly and painful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-5062347742458026891?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/5062347742458026891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=5062347742458026891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/5062347742458026891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/5062347742458026891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/03/owh-d.html' title='Owh D:'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-3558445060725702690</id><published>2011-03-09T16:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T18:16:52.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Favorite super hero&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wanna know who's my super hero?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's Jesus. And the reason is unexplainable. Because He is my Savior. Because He died for our sins. Because He loves us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another super hero?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No one can defeat him. All super heroes in the world look like normal people compared to him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yes, they are my two super heroes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-3558445060725702690?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/3558445060725702690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=3558445060725702690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/3558445060725702690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/3558445060725702690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-1217647135994081583</id><published>2011-03-08T20:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T20:24:43.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LWHX9sz5S2A/TXYf8DSkxtI/AAAAAAAABMQ/Ebch2LIJqIk/s1600/Peace%2Bto%2Byou%252C%2Btoo%2521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LWHX9sz5S2A/TXYf8DSkxtI/AAAAAAAABMQ/Ebch2LIJqIk/s400/Peace%2Bto%2Byou%252C%2Btoo%2521.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581683904708134610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A picture of somewhere you've been to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which is somewhere in Cameron Highlands&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-1217647135994081583?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/1217647135994081583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=1217647135994081583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/1217647135994081583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/1217647135994081583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LWHX9sz5S2A/TXYf8DSkxtI/AAAAAAAABMQ/Ebch2LIJqIk/s72-c/Peace%2Bto%2Byou%252C%2Btoo%2521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-173269281118850262</id><published>2011-03-07T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T22:56:35.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you, Bee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tK5RvdJ3JmQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss you, Bee D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-173269281118850262?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/173269281118850262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=173269281118850262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/173269281118850262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/173269281118850262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-love-you-bee.html' title='I love you, Bee!'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tK5RvdJ3JmQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-4839786056062593047</id><published>2011-03-04T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T17:47:48.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A habit that you wish you didn’t have&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A habit I wish I didn't have, eh? Hmmm... idk...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a lot of bad points I wish I don't have (impatient, procrastination, impulsive, thinking too much, etc)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yeah. Got A LOT, wei. So not exactly sure which to pick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I do wish I had &lt;em&gt;none&lt;/em&gt; of those bad habits of mine, because, well, they're &lt;em&gt;bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heh.&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; dunno what to say so I guess that's it. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know, useless. Ah well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-4839786056062593047?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4839786056062593047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=4839786056062593047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/4839786056062593047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/4839786056062593047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-8209266209706733663</id><published>2011-03-04T17:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T17:43:50.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A picture of you and your friends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GhfTGjlShmg/TXC0BlaaeuI/AAAAAAAABMI/NPtWgPDrpXo/s1600/Vineyard%2BChurch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GhfTGjlShmg/TXC0BlaaeuI/AAAAAAAABMI/NPtWgPDrpXo/s400/Vineyard%2BChurch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580157877627812578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vineyard Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-go5aO-RorHI/TXCzRsGmDPI/AAAAAAAABL4/fi9NF4JzZUI/s1600/Vineyard%2BSchool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-go5aO-RorHI/TXCzRsGmDPI/AAAAAAAABL4/fi9NF4JzZUI/s400/Vineyard%2BSchool.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580157054790012146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vineyard Homeschool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7sD9OrphTDU/TXCzRW0vUCI/AAAAAAAABLo/zEL3fGPLPEA/s1600/All%2Bof%2Bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7sD9OrphTDU/TXCzRW0vUCI/AAAAAAAABLo/zEL3fGPLPEA/s400/All%2Bof%2Bus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580157049077977122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vineyard Church friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sp3MRDKeyag/TXCzRpK23kI/AAAAAAAABMA/d55NlL4q-M4/s1600/US.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sp3MRDKeyag/TXCzRpK23kI/AAAAAAAABMA/d55NlL4q-M4/s400/US.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580157054002585154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boon Sing, Char Nie, me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I don't have a picture of ALL my friends in one, so I'd took these few pictures. And it's still not a picture of all my friends. Hmmmphhh. D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-8209266209706733663?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/8209266209706733663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=8209266209706733663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/8209266209706733663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/8209266209706733663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GhfTGjlShmg/TXC0BlaaeuI/AAAAAAAABMI/NPtWgPDrpXo/s72-c/Vineyard%2BChurch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-8979820107479574876</id><published>2011-03-03T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T17:14:40.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Day 02- The meaning behind your Blog name&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"A story to paint . . . A splat, a dot, a stroke, and a scribble here and there~"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The meaning behind my blog name is simple, really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A story to paint"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My story is a like a painting, filled with assorted colors, colors of my mood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A splat"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life can get messy for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A dot"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A dot symbolizes the phase where a situation is going on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A stroke"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From the situation, it grows bigger and longer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And a scribble here and there"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until it gets even messier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just crapped. Mostly the meaning of my blog is just that life is like a painting. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;taa-daaaaaa :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-8979820107479574876?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/8979820107479574876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=8979820107479574876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/8979820107479574876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/8979820107479574876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-8387111285436966408</id><published>2011-03-03T17:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T17:10:07.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Day 01- A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J-L9UJKfRDI/TW9aoDMclXI/AAAAAAAABLA/V3Th9DFvJwU/s1600/Hi%2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J-L9UJKfRDI/TW9aoDMclXI/AAAAAAAABLA/V3Th9DFvJwU/s400/Hi%2521.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579778107434112370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. I am a girl as you all can see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. I love God, hates Devil&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. I am in love with Steven R McQueen :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. I love aaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllll my friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. I'm too nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. I can be evil and rude to people I despise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. I love writing stories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Purple is the color, so remember it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. I'm sentimental. Reaallllyyy, I am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. I'm short.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. I love CHARIS!!! And everyone else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. I've lived in Papua New Guinea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Paper is my best friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. I am sixteen years old.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. I can jump from one thing to another.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-8387111285436966408?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/8387111285436966408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=8387111285436966408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/8387111285436966408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/8387111285436966408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J-L9UJKfRDI/TW9aoDMclXI/AAAAAAAABLA/V3Th9DFvJwU/s72-c/Hi%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-3467269381126643162</id><published>2011-03-03T16:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T16:59:49.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Days Challenge</title><content type='html'>Day 01- A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself&lt;br /&gt;Day 02- The meaning behind your Blog name&lt;br /&gt;Day 03- A picture of you and your friends&lt;br /&gt;Day 04- A habit that you wish you didn’t have&lt;br /&gt;Day 05- A picture of somewhere you’ve been to&lt;br /&gt;Day 06- Favorite super hero and why&lt;br /&gt;Day 07- A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you&lt;br /&gt;Day 08- Short term goals for this month and why&lt;br /&gt;Day 09- Something you’re proud of in the past few days&lt;br /&gt;Day 10- Songs you listen to when you are Happy, Sad, Bored, Hyped, Mad&lt;br /&gt;Day 11- Another picture of you and your friends&lt;br /&gt;Day 12- How you found out about Blogger and why you made one&lt;br /&gt;Day 13- A letter to someone who has hurt you recently&lt;br /&gt;Day 14- A picture of you and your family&lt;br /&gt;Day 15- Put your iPod on shuffle: First 10 songs that play&lt;br /&gt;Day 16- Another picture of yourself&lt;br /&gt;Day 17- Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why&lt;br /&gt;Day 18- Plans/dreams/goals you have&lt;br /&gt;Day 19- Nicknames you have; why do you have them&lt;br /&gt;Day 20- Someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future&lt;br /&gt;Day 21- A picture of something that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;Day 22- What makes you different from everyone else&lt;br /&gt;Day 23- Something you crave for a lot&lt;br /&gt;Day 24- A letter to your parents&lt;br /&gt;Day 25- What I would find in your bag&lt;br /&gt;Day 26- What you think about your friends&lt;br /&gt;Day 27- Why are you doing this 30 day challenge&lt;br /&gt;Day 28- A picture of you last year and now, how have you changed since then?&lt;br /&gt;Day 29- In this past month, what have you learned&lt;br /&gt;Day 30- Your favorite song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-3467269381126643162?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/3467269381126643162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-6195866686096431029</id><published>2011-02-25T16:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T16:17:36.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Memory Box</title><content type='html'>Open that box, what do you find?&lt;br /&gt;A box filled with wonderful memories of mine.&lt;br /&gt;It's filled with things I cherish as gold.&lt;br /&gt;Gold that is forever mine to hold&lt;p&gt;They may be simple, they may be nothing.&lt;br /&gt;But to me, they are simply something&lt;br /&gt;The things in my box contain my past&lt;br /&gt;And things that are yet to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Letters, pictures, drawings and notes,&lt;br /&gt;Key chains, poems, and even old quotes&lt;br /&gt;Bring the memories back like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Playing each moment like a rewind tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember the time we laughed so hard til we cried?&lt;br /&gt;The time we knew we couldn't lick our elbows, yet we still tried?&lt;br /&gt;The times you were there for me, though I wasn't for you,&lt;br /&gt;When my problems disappeared because you helped me get through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember when I said we needed a break, because it hurts?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for that, ; I never meant to be such a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;We're friends again, but I don't regret all I had said.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish it didn't destroy what we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember the days we were young and immature.&lt;br /&gt;The two of us would plan our whole future together.&lt;br /&gt;You and me, that's all we needed.&lt;br /&gt;Now look at us, we're just too darn busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friendships and love have always been made.&lt;br /&gt;But time after time, it will start to fade.&lt;br /&gt;We drift away, we lose contact.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's too late to get it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm scared, it hurts, to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever want to let this fly.&lt;br /&gt;In a blink of an eye, the year will end.&lt;br /&gt;But remember this, my dear sweet friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day we'll go our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;But before we leave, just let me say:&lt;br /&gt;"Though we're far but in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Know that we will never part"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-6195866686096431029?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/6195866686096431029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=6195866686096431029' title='0 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type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes God breaks our spirit to save our soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes He breaks our heart to make us whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes God sends us pain so we can be stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes He sends us failure so we can be humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes God sends us illness so we can take better care of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes He takes everything away from us so that we can learn the "value" of everything He gave us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enjoy every second in every moment, and never regret but look towards the future and not the past...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-5350417522135349609?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-8948016576976146920</id><published>2011-01-30T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T15:36:01.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was re-reading my blog posts and I still find these blog posts nice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----------------------&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-8948016576976146920?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/8948016576976146920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=8948016576976146920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/8948016576976146920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/8948016576976146920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/01/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-8110394238707374896</id><published>2011-01-30T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T14:38:12.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I might not be able to go online any time soon sooo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR, PEOPLE! ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heh, am going away to Kelatan. Will be back on Friday. Weeeeee gonna watch Vampire Diaries like gile all the way! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't worry, I'll try to do my group speeches *notice I said &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt;* :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till then, people. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-8110394238707374896?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/8110394238707374896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=8110394238707374896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/8110394238707374896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/8110394238707374896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/01/cny.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-5541676372709508266</id><published>2011-01-20T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T14:35:28.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a happy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Somehow this song is stuck in my head and I don't know why.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I'm not complaining:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a happy day&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God for the weather&lt;br /&gt;It's a happy day&lt;br /&gt;Living it for my Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a happy day&lt;br /&gt;Things are gonna get better&lt;br /&gt;Living each day by the promises&lt;br /&gt;In God's word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-5541676372709508266?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/5541676372709508266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=5541676372709508266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/5541676372709508266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/5541676372709508266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-happy-day.html' title='It&apos;s a happy day'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-2070325661646910981</id><published>2011-01-10T16:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T17:18:26.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG I HA-LOVE YOU GUYS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've got smiley faces all over everywhere!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha, okok. I know it's late, but I had an awesome Sweet Sixteen! :DDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you, my lovely lovely schoolmates! *yeessh, everyone in school! :D*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sweet Sixteen at last, eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First, I walked to lengzai's place for breakfast. Charis came down to &lt;em&gt;pui &lt;/em&gt;me. Talked and then went up. The gate was already opened so we walked inside. Garrett came, wished me and hugged me. Awwww. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then lil Elise jumped on me. Haha. While I was struggling not to fall and walk to my table, everybody were like "Happy birthday". Thank you, thank you. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wandered over to my table and saw ..... MY LOVELY BLUE YOOHOO DOLL! Thank you, Carmen, Claudia and Charis! Me love it! :DDD Oh and David's Christmas present to me. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chapel, then Sher-Mayne's pep talk. Then it was Bible. Charis threw sixteen sweets at me. -.- The irony of sweet sixteen. Lol!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The day started off as like any other ordinary school day as it should. Then math came. I sauntered over to David and asked if he was going down. He said, "Uh, no. Can tapau for me?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shrugging, I said "Yeah."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Two pan mee dry and a can of coke."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Raising an eyebrow, I guess it meant he was supposed to tapau for someone else. "Yeah, sure."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Money was given and I walked back to Charis, sighing. "Looks like I gotta tapau for David."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She grinned. "One's mine. I asked him to help me tapau pan mee."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I looked at her. "Yeah..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I gotta go Parkson for awhile, that's why. Need to go buy stuff."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suspicion arose but I kept quiet. When the bell dinged for lunch, after...David, I think?...prayed, Chelle, Charis and I went to the lift.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"We need to go across to go buy &lt;em&gt;stationaries&lt;/em&gt;," Chelle said grinned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I rolled my eyes and stifled a laugh. Oh gosh. It was &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; obvious, what they were all planning now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Uh huh," Charis agreed and began listing the 'stationaries' she needed to buy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Then we need to buy batteries for my brother," Chelle added.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rolling my eyes and laughing, I just said "whatever" and we went our separate ways. I tapau-ed and went back up. Ate lunch. In the middle of lunch, Garrett came with a bouquet of roses, saying it was from him and David. Hehe! Thank you so much, guys! David, prove that you're not such a bad person after all. Haha! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then afterwards, I walked to the back and Francyne was talking to me. Then Chelle led me back to the children's church and Francyne jumped of me, continue to talk to me. Suddenly from behind... "&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday to you...&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I turned and saw... Secret Recipe's Chocolate Indulgence. YUM! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ate cake *honestly, it was sooooo chocolate-y D:* and continued doing work. After work, school was over. Hanged with my friends before leaving. Was excited for that night, I was going out dinner with family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Skip to dinner. We ate steamfish. Yum! Was a little annoyed because my sister was on the phone the entire time. After dinner we went to Secret Recipe to buy cake since Karl wanted cake. Once we reached there, she suggested we go down to eat instead of taking away. I thought it was a little bit unusual but didn't say anything. Probably because it was cheaper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talked to Karl on the way as we entered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday to you...&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ohmigosh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I looked up and saw Aunty Pek See, Claudia, Brandon, Josh, Daniel, David, Charis, Garrett, and Michelle!! And there was White Chocolate on the table. Oh maaan, I'm gonna get F-A-T! =C&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So after blowing the candles, Chelle wanted to take picture. Decided to pose silly face. Was wondering why she took soooooooo long just to take a picture when she said "OH! I was taking video the entire time"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*facepalm*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then she took the picture and we all sat down to eat. Had lots of fun. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Argued with Dan. It was funny. At first started off with David and Dan arguing. Occasionally, Garrett would try to speak up. He was trying to defend David, yet that idiot was like "Garrett, shut up". Lol. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then it was time to go home. Heeh. I had fun. Really fun. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you, Lord, for giving me such an awesome sweet sixteen. But thank you evermore that sixteen years later, I'm still alive even though people had thought I wouldn't make it to the first month of my life. Thank you so so much for such wonderful family and friends. I don't know what I'll do without those crazy, joyous, silly and idiotic people in my life. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*btw, sorry no pictures :D*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-2070325661646910981?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/2070325661646910981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=2070325661646910981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/2070325661646910981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/2070325661646910981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/01/omg-i-ha-love-you-guys.html' title='OMG I HA-LOVE YOU GUYS!'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-4113345597474035199</id><published>2011-01-03T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T16:56:32.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Sixteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Somehow, it hasn't hit me yet, nor do I feel excited that I'm turning sweet sixteen. What's another day?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mean, yeah, it's my birthday, but it's also nothing really special.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I lie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess I am excited, wanting to know if this year is different than last year. Last year I had continuously 'drop hints' at people that it was my birthday. It was actually sort of depressing how I always remember my friend's birthday but yet they don't even bother to jolt down mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So this year I want it to be different. I might go around saying 'Nah, I don't really want anything' but deep down I do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah well. Too late to do anything, right? In seven good hours I turn 16.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But hey, if you guys forgot or didn't get anything, I'm good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, plus, I'm finally getting rid of that bumble bee first post. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, 2011 has arrived, finally. I've promised myself a few resolutions and the top is to be closer to God. Next would be to do more work ;D and the third would be to be a better and happier person. I will try to look to the future and forget about the past. I'm sure many of you will agree. hehe :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy New Year, guys. Hope it's an awesome one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-4113345597474035199?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4113345597474035199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=4113345597474035199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/4113345597474035199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/4113345597474035199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2011/01/sweet-sixteen.html' title='Sweet Sixteen'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-3118461395057890833</id><published>2010-12-06T11:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T11:17:14.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TPxSw6_JRbI/AAAAAAAABKI/W5CF5HKyrMM/s1600/bee.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TPxSw6_JRbI/AAAAAAAABKI/W5CF5HKyrMM/s400/bee.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547399841434912178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm gonna be a busy busy bee with a busy busy week (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going to VBS from Wednesday to Saturday. Wooooooooooo. My last year in VBS, can see my friends more often, learn more about God, watch Narnia! On the downside, the stupid dare I made with Jeffrey. -.- Blek. Not looking forward to &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. =[&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then right after VBS, am heading down to Ipoh for one night. Yay! Gonna eat eat eat and get fat. =X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then Sunday morning heading towards Cameron. Wanna go back there for the ice cream sundae, the coolness, and take pictures with Mister Pumpkin! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*don't ask*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't wait can't wait can't wait! (:&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coming back on Monday. Probably gonna be tiring.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I'm nearly done with my Christmas shopping! Hehehe (: Just have to buy at least...errrm.. two more presents, I think? I'm getting broke. Literally. T_T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But you guys are worth it, and I hope that you guys like your presents. I know I like them. In fact, I might just steal them all to myself and leave you guys nothing (: (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-3118461395057890833?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/3118461395057890833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=3118461395057890833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/3118461395057890833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/3118461395057890833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/12/busy-busy-week.html' title='Busy Busy Week'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TPxSw6_JRbI/AAAAAAAABKI/W5CF5HKyrMM/s72-c/bee.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-7588497496964784499</id><published>2010-12-02T16:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T16:33:22.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh oh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;uh oh! i'm in trouble!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think i'm getting addicted to Makoma's songs again. Weeeeeeeee (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My three favs are 1) Napesi, 2) Nzambe Na Bomoyi and 3) Natamboli&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-7588497496964784499?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/7588497496964784499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=7588497496964784499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/7588497496964784499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/7588497496964784499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/12/uh-oh.html' title='Uh oh.'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-983055464605312566</id><published>2010-12-01T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T15:17:32.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am posting up ten things to do during the holidays which will be posted on the side &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---------------------&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-983055464605312566?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/983055464605312566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=983055464605312566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/983055464605312566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/983055464605312566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/12/things-to-do.html' title='Things to do'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-3158578440403676534</id><published>2010-11-29T14:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T14:18:42.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Rainbows End</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TPNFao1w2xI/AAAAAAAABKA/iTJBFE3JU_0/s1600/where%2Brainbows%2Bend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TPNFao1w2xI/AAAAAAAABKA/iTJBFE3JU_0/s400/where%2Brainbows%2Bend.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544851890165046034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rosie:&lt;/strong&gt; I think everything is finally falling into places.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ruby:&lt;/strong&gt; And then she go ahead and jinxes herself. She will never learn . . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-3158578440403676534?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/3158578440403676534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=3158578440403676534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/3158578440403676534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/3158578440403676534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/11/where-rainbows-end.html' title='Where Rainbows End'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TPNFao1w2xI/AAAAAAAABKA/iTJBFE3JU_0/s72-c/where%2Brainbows%2Bend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-5669597466595269374</id><published>2010-11-29T13:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T13:44:58.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey there...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You know something? I hate you. Yes, you. Wanna know why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because you are a liar. Everybody knows you're a liar, you yourself know that you're a liar. And you still continue to lie to cover up to keep that pretty lil face of yours. You lie and lie and when people confront you about your lies, you lie some more, making a bigger web of lies. Sometimes I wonder how you managed to even keep track of all of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because you are a backstabbing two-face. You spread rumors about people you dislike because you're jealous that they're so much better of a person than you are. Yet in front of them you act as though they are your best friends when clearly you think they're not. You diss about them behind their back and when they hear about it and confront you, you deny them of course. If not, you cry and beg them to forgive you. Disgusting little creature you are. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because you are selfish. Everything must always be about you. When you don't get what you wanted, you start telling everyone how unfair life is and how the people who got what you wanted is so arrogant because they have it and you don't. You need people to help you but if they refuse you sulk. If they do and then when they need you to do a favor for them, sometimes you help them and most of the times you end up making it seem as though they forced you. You ungrateful little girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You think everybody loves you but everybody hates you. You think you're so high and mighty when everyone think low of you because of your attitude. Pretty soon, everything is gonna backfire on you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just a head warning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-5669597466595269374?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/5669597466595269374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=5669597466595269374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/5669597466595269374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/5669597466595269374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/11/hey-there.html' title='Hey there...'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-4944898985539554458</id><published>2010-11-23T15:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T13:37:52.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly little people (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TOykQ5itFcI/AAAAAAAABJY/ripcx3wp3es/s1600/IMG_4229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TOykQ5itFcI/AAAAAAAABJY/ripcx3wp3es/s400/IMG_4229.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542985851617482178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I look at this picture and I laugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It may not mean much, but it does. If you take a closer look, you'll see just how much fun we all have being with each other, acting silly. That no matter what happens, whether we fight or we move on, we're all gonna love each other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can see the love, the fun times, the friendship. It may not be printed out in words, but in our face expressions, it's there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you girls *and Dan and Basil*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-4944898985539554458?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4944898985539554458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=4944898985539554458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/4944898985539554458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/4944898985539554458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/11/silly-little-people.html' title='Silly little people (:'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TOykQ5itFcI/AAAAAAAABJY/ripcx3wp3es/s72-c/IMG_4229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-4425190761987277423</id><published>2010-11-20T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T18:43:41.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiling Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TOemH71ckTI/AAAAAAAABJQ/LgaJHNfoPO8/s1600/Just%2BMe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TOemH71ckTI/AAAAAAAABJQ/LgaJHNfoPO8/s400/Just%2BMe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541580521753841970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gone. Finally gone. And though it's killing me inside knowing you're never gonna be there by my side anymore, I know that one day... I'll be able to smile again. But that's gonna be a long time to come, I guess..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-4425190761987277423?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4425190761987277423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=4425190761987277423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/4425190761987277423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/4425190761987277423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/11/smiling-again.html' title='Smiling Again'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TOemH71ckTI/AAAAAAAABJQ/LgaJHNfoPO8/s72-c/Just%2BMe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-8299513812354984895</id><published>2010-11-19T08:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T09:06:53.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awards Day / Movie Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;OMG It was AWESOME!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I love you guys! Uma, Ka Hoe, Parssanth, Sarah! Thanks for coming! Now I just can't wait for the photos Lerry took to be uploaded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Weeeeeeeee (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Let's just say it was a success and I'm a little bit sad that it's over. That's why we got to celebrate at Signatures, Garden/MidValley watching Megamind! It was hilarious! After the movie, me and my friends went to Sushi King to eat and after eating we all sort of chilled at MPH, reading books until it was time to go home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But I had a fun time. Will miss you guys. Can't wait for scoring! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, Sarah, thanks for the upload! Sorry I took the pics from your blog (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TOXLNFZaGhI/AAAAAAAABJA/RQ0tAeRFJUA/s1600/all%2Bof%2Bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TOXLNFZaGhI/AAAAAAAABJA/RQ0tAeRFJUA/s400/all%2Bof%2Bus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541058342196746770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of us! weee (Ka Hoe, Parsh, me, Sarah, Uma)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TOXLM1BcV0I/AAAAAAAABI4/fuBH8OyUmO4/s1600/uma%2Band%2Bka%2Bhoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TOXLM1BcV0I/AAAAAAAABI4/fuBH8OyUmO4/s400/uma%2Band%2Bka%2Bhoe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541058337801262914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma and Ka Hoe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TOXLM8vCbjI/AAAAAAAABIw/iquVW8p9fQs/s1600/155707_463561382549_675457549_5688518_4336720_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TOXLM8vCbjI/AAAAAAAABIw/iquVW8p9fQs/s400/155707_463561382549_675457549_5688518_4336720_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541058339871551026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TOXLMpvFG8I/AAAAAAAABIo/s-yGnPS9jYs/s1600/155517_463561342549_675457549_5688517_3978219_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TOXLMpvFG8I/AAAAAAAABIo/s-yGnPS9jYs/s400/155517_463561342549_675457549_5688517_3978219_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541058334771452866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Girls (again)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TOXLNVspngI/AAAAAAAABJI/KuSBMqe1L6c/s1600/boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TOXLNVspngI/AAAAAAAABJI/KuSBMqe1L6c/s400/boys.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541058346572422658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Boys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TOXKSyZ3VyI/AAAAAAAABIY/BNWJc3p8lS4/s1600/155079_463560892549_675457549_5688502_7219680_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TOXKSyZ3VyI/AAAAAAAABIY/BNWJc3p8lS4/s400/155079_463560892549_675457549_5688502_7219680_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541057340665976610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and Kor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TOXKSv__1lI/AAAAAAAABIQ/cO4Qk6c4fWY/s1600/154218_463562827549_675457549_5688565_672608_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TOXKSv__1lI/AAAAAAAABIQ/cO4Qk6c4fWY/s400/154218_463562827549_675457549_5688565_672608_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541057340020610642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talk to the hand. hahahahah (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TOXKSpQS9JI/AAAAAAAABII/Jac5bOcch0c/s1600/150803_463560827549_675457549_5688499_734103_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TOXKSpQS9JI/AAAAAAAABII/Jac5bOcch0c/s400/150803_463560827549_675457549_5688499_734103_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541057338209924242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Parssanth and me (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TOXKSCSDwGI/AAAAAAAABIA/u5k45dIF2rQ/s1600/74312_463560767549_675457549_5688496_721177_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TOXKSCSDwGI/AAAAAAAABIA/u5k45dIF2rQ/s400/74312_463560767549_675457549_5688496_721177_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541057327748333666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and Sarah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TOXKTHXXKGI/AAAAAAAABIg/1ggQ3XqET68/s1600/155357_463560787549_675457549_5688497_560957_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TOXKTHXXKGI/AAAAAAAABIg/1ggQ3XqET68/s400/155357_463560787549_675457549_5688497_560957_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541057346292623458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Uma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had a fun time with all of you! Can't wait to see you guys again! (: Miss you!!! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-8299513812354984895?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/8299513812354984895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=8299513812354984895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/8299513812354984895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/8299513812354984895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/11/awards-day-movie-day.html' title='Awards Day / Movie Day'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TOXLNFZaGhI/AAAAAAAABJA/RQ0tAeRFJUA/s72-c/all%2Bof%2Bus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-7677106579216198849</id><published>2010-11-16T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T18:09:29.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eeeeeeeeeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrooooooooooooooooo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I sound like a dog! Oh gosh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm scared.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Awards Day is tomorrow. Deeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope and hope and HOPE that tomorrow will end weeeelllll. Cos if it doesn't, I'm in trouble.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-7677106579216198849?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/7677106579216198849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=7677106579216198849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/7677106579216198849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/7677106579216198849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/11/eeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='Eeeeeeeeeeee'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-1827309794720291355</id><published>2010-11-13T16:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T17:05:19.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did the Time Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TN5Ur949GiI/AAAAAAAABH4/4ZpvlIgYSXg/s1600/Relaxation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TN5Ur949GiI/AAAAAAAABH4/4ZpvlIgYSXg/s400/Relaxation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538957706036845090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uh oh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just realized that tomorrow Angela, Lerida and I have to teach the WHAMMERS lessons. And it's Elizza's birthday and I haven't wrapped her present yet. =X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then on Monday it's Spelling Bee as well as Miss Claudia Michael Chai Joee's birthday. Love you!! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And on Wednesday, it's AWARDS DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh. Dear Father God, I pray that everything will go well on that day and that we will have lots of fun! In Jesus' Name I pray, Amen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thursday, Vineyard's going to MidValley to watch Megamind. o.o should be fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday, nothing planned, I guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel tired/stressed. =[&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I wished I lived by the beach to just relax, listening to the calm waves breaking at the shore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-1827309794720291355?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/1827309794720291355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=1827309794720291355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/1827309794720291355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/1827309794720291355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/11/where-did-time-go.html' title='Where Did the Time Go?'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TN5Ur949GiI/AAAAAAAABH4/4ZpvlIgYSXg/s72-c/Relaxation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-8156584622587732690</id><published>2010-11-08T17:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T18:04:14.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TNfKOI6sETI/AAAAAAAABHg/BPjwYO2JAdA/s1600/Camp+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TNfKOI6sETI/AAAAAAAABHg/BPjwYO2JAdA/s400/Camp+2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537116611135934770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanna make memories with you guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The year is ending. It has been a mixture of good and bad. I'm not proud of some of the decisions I've made this year, but I don't regret it. Otherwise, I wouldn't be who I am today if not for those decisions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thank God everyday that I am in this awesome school filled with awesome people. I hope next year would just be as memorable. =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had hoped that this would have been a long post but I guess I've got no inspiration to continue. All I wanna say is I love you guys, loudness, retardness, craziness and all. And I would never exchange you guys for any worldly possesions. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;♥ily&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-8156584622587732690?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/8156584622587732690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=8156584622587732690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/8156584622587732690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/8156584622587732690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/11/memories.html' title='♥Memories'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TNfKOI6sETI/AAAAAAAABHg/BPjwYO2JAdA/s72-c/Camp+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-6299519687662909901</id><published>2010-11-06T10:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T10:13:25.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pen Pals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TNS5oU-ik7I/AAAAAAAABGo/5n36ZYq34nk/s1600/Letters+to+You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TNS5oU-ik7I/AAAAAAAABGo/5n36ZYq34nk/s400/Letters+to+You.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536253944422110130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Does anyone of you have a pen pal?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I think I have.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was on this website called &lt;a href="http://www.studentsoftheworld.info/menu_penpals.php"&gt;Students of the World&lt;/a&gt; and now I'm hooked. You should try it, guys. It's quite fun. You get to meet friends from all over the world. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So far I guess I've gotten three friends and I just registered yesterday! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I might even be spending more time there than on blogger or Facebook. But don't worry, I'll still swing by some time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-6299519687662909901?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/6299519687662909901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=6299519687662909901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/6299519687662909901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/6299519687662909901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/11/pen-pals.html' title='Pen Pals'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TNS5oU-ik7I/AAAAAAAABGo/5n36ZYq34nk/s72-c/Letters+to+You.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-1819116923050591605</id><published>2010-11-05T17:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T17:26:49.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shutting Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TNPNuFFCuhI/AAAAAAAABFY/dxc5Rq9c6hE/s1600/Make+me+shut+off.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TNPNuFFCuhI/AAAAAAAABFY/dxc5Rq9c6hE/s400/Make+me+shut+off.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535994558489475602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The picture describe what I do when I get hurt. So if you have noticed I haven't been talking, I'm sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-1819116923050591605?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/1819116923050591605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=1819116923050591605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/1819116923050591605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/1819116923050591605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/11/shutting-off.html' title='Shutting Off'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TNPNuFFCuhI/AAAAAAAABFY/dxc5Rq9c6hE/s72-c/Make+me+shut+off.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-585466720679653352</id><published>2010-11-04T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T21:44:42.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just So You Know by Jesse McCartney</title><content type='html'>I shouldn't love you but I want to&lt;br /&gt;I just can't turn away&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't see you but I can't move&lt;br /&gt;I can't look away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't love you but I want to&lt;br /&gt;I just can't turn away&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't see you but I can't move&lt;br /&gt;I can't look away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how to be fine when I'm not&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't know how to make a feeling stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know&lt;br /&gt;This feeling's taking control of me&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help it&lt;br /&gt;I won't sit around, I can't let him win now&lt;br /&gt;Thought you should know&lt;br /&gt;I've tried my best to let go of you&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta say it all&lt;br /&gt;Before I go&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting hard to be around you&lt;br /&gt;There's so much I can't say&lt;br /&gt;Do you want me to hide the feelings&lt;br /&gt;And look the other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how to be fine when I'm not&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't know how to make a feeling stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This emptiness is killing me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wondering why I've waited so long&lt;br /&gt;Looking back I realize&lt;br /&gt;It was always there just never spoken&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting here...been waiting here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-585466720679653352?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/585466720679653352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=585466720679653352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/585466720679653352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/585466720679653352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-so-you-know-by-jesse-mccartney.html' title='Just So You Know by Jesse McCartney'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-2371811231559105677</id><published>2010-11-03T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T18:02:53.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well whaddya know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've changed back to this layout. Don't seem to like the other one anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah ladeedaah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, eight more days. Aaaweeeeeeeeeeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=[&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please, Lord, let us get everything done in time. I pray that all skits, performances or whatever will go right and that if we make mistakes, we can correct them and that we'll play our parts perfectly. All this I ask, in Jesus' name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-2371811231559105677?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/2371811231559105677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=2371811231559105677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/2371811231559105677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/2371811231559105677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/11/well-whaddya-know.html' title='Well whaddya know?'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-7321840448562291134</id><published>2010-11-01T16:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T17:01:39.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TM6A2JV0TnI/AAAAAAAABEI/2Ar2gFBQ-6o/s1600/Jie+Jie+%26+Me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TM6A2JV0TnI/AAAAAAAABEI/2Ar2gFBQ-6o/s400/Jie+Jie+%26+Me.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534502659793636978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday to you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday to you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday dear Jie Jieeeee!!! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hehe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you, my darling sister, for being the greatest sister ever! I would not trade you for anything! *unless it was to see Taylor Lautner, but that's acceptable, right? xD just kidding!!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We always fight and sometimes I hate you and such, but at the end of the day you're always going to be my sister. Nothing can change the fact that you're my sister *unfortunately xDDD*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you, Jie! Though you always get on my nerves, making me wonder if you're really the older sibling or the younger, and though there are times when I was jealous of you, or the times when you've hurt me and such, I still love you simply because you are my sister.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Growing up, I've always looked up to you. You were always going to be the one who, well, probably know me best cos I suck at lying to you and you always know my cheeky ways. (: I'm sorry though, for annoying you. For sometimes betraying you. For being unreasonable. For choosing to pick fights at you. And for every other horrible things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So thank you, Jie, for everything and I pray the God will continue to bless you in each and every way everyday. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ily! ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-7321840448562291134?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/7321840448562291134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=7321840448562291134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/7321840448562291134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/7321840448562291134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday..'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TM6A2JV0TnI/AAAAAAAABEI/2Ar2gFBQ-6o/s72-c/Jie+Jie+%26+Me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-7360330783285346519</id><published>2010-10-26T17:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T18:22:16.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TMamoLacxpI/AAAAAAAABEA/waNKtrJNFh0/s1600/z216558059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TMamoLacxpI/AAAAAAAABEA/waNKtrJNFh0/s400/z216558059.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532292401459938962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember the time when we would talk craps the entire day?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When no matter how many fights we have, we'll always end up as friends in the end?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How about the times when we would just sit down and talk about nonsensical stuff yet have so much fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The time when we would help out Teacher Pang just to 'ponteng kelas'? xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's been many other crazy times. I'm not able to remember but I do know that there's a lot of stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss those crazy times. Sure, we fought, we laughed, we cried and we'd even loved. But what separated us?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Different schools...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;New gang of people...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate that ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;C'mon, remember all the fun we used to have. Remember the friendship? Nothing can break that bond away from us, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even if we'd moved on, there will always be a special place in our hearts what we used to have: memories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We'd changed but we're still the same. We're all still friends, no matter what. Let's not let distance destroy our friendship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Plan a reunion date. I'm serious, you guys. I wanna see you guys some time soon. Let's do something before we end up forgetting each other...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-7360330783285346519?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/7360330783285346519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=7360330783285346519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/7360330783285346519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/7360330783285346519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/10/remember.html' title='Remember...'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TMamoLacxpI/AAAAAAAABEA/waNKtrJNFh0/s72-c/z216558059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-6126963418738594087</id><published>2010-10-13T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T22:05:46.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for ALPT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;OMGAWSH WE'RE SCREWED, CHARIS! XDDDDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today me and Charis wanted to take our HG 905 Alternate Lifepac Test and we didn't wanna fail. So we studied like crazy, shooing everyone away so we can study, and asking David to shut up cos he was giving us wrong information. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then after school we were like, "Ok, I'm ready."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So Charis went to ask Sher Mayne to photocopy two sets of the ALPT. While waiting, we were sort of hyper, giddying and fidgeting around, studying last minute. Then Sher Mayne gave us the paper and we went to sit down to take the test.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saw the first answer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh crap!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently, we studied studied studied, make sure we know the details and everything. In the end, studied the wrong material. Totally asked us questions we didn't study. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Die, man!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But quite hilarious. Hardwork for nothing. Didn't ask us the questions we were expecting to come out. Ahhhhhh. But oh God, please don't let me and Charis fail. Please let us pass! Really don't wanna redo that stupid darn book man. Wanna move on to 906.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=[&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-6126963418738594087?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/6126963418738594087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=6126963418738594087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/6126963418738594087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/6126963418738594087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/10/ready-for-alpt.html' title='Ready for ALPT?'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-6728945250923547309</id><published>2010-10-11T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T21:32:18.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play My Music</title><content type='html'>Ask me if I know how to play &lt;em&gt;Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Mary Had A Little Lamb&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Auld Lang Syne&lt;/em&gt;.... &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a recorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526774537960487298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TLMMKQDO-YI/AAAAAAAABDo/_WghI3mn-F8/s400/YAMAHA+RECORDER.jpg" /&gt;I wasn't asked if I wanted to learn how to play the recorder. I didn't want to learn. But I was &lt;em&gt;forced&lt;/em&gt; to learn. It was a requirement to learn how to play the recorder in primary school. I guess I should be happy that I at least know how to play &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; musical instrument, but ... it's just not the musical instrument I wanna know how to play. Recorders &lt;em&gt;aren't well-known&lt;/em&gt;. Actually, they are but...still...I don't know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gosh, how I used to &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; playing that thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So when Sam said "&lt;em&gt;I haven't touched that &lt;/em&gt;thing&lt;em&gt; in a long time&lt;/em&gt;," it reminded me about the recorder. Like &lt;em&gt;man&lt;/em&gt;, how long ago was it since I last played the recorder? Six months? Nope. One year? Nope. Two years? I think so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I stopped playing that thing two years ago, when I left my primary school after my UPSR year. Secondary school don't teacher music lessons. I wonder if I still know how to play? I should go searching for songs to play. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I really wanna learn how to play the guitar. So badly. Anyone care to teach me how to play? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-6728945250923547309?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/6728945250923547309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=6728945250923547309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/6728945250923547309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/6728945250923547309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/10/play-my-music.html' title='Play My Music'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TLMMKQDO-YI/AAAAAAAABDo/_WghI3mn-F8/s72-c/YAMAHA+RECORDER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-8259740827556478145</id><published>2010-10-09T23:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T10:52:29.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a boy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TLCTNg65dUI/AAAAAAAABDQ/d6NESrAs0IA/s1600/tumblr_l7vnopXFVs1qcm6i4o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TLCTNg65dUI/AAAAAAAABDQ/d6NESrAs0IA/s400/tumblr_l7vnopXFVs1qcm6i4o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526078603168150850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Got this from Samantha's tumblr:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want a boy who will move the hair away from my eyes, and then kiss me.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who will hold my hand in line at the mall and make all the girls jealous.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A boy who will sing to me at random moments.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who lets me sleep on his chest.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want a guy who will tell his family and friends all about me.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bring me soup or orange juice when I’m sick.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want a boy who is more goofy than romantic, but knows the right things to say at the right times.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want a boy who will call me 3 times a day if he went away. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A boy who will apologize for calling too much, and no matter how many times I tell him its okay, he’d still do it.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A boy who will let me gossip to him and just smile and agree with everything I say.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A boy who will throw stuffed animals at me when I acted dumb and then jump on me and kiss me a million times.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who will bet kisses on who could beat who on at game.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who makes fun of me just to make me laugh.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A boy who will surprise me with 25 cent ring and we could have contest of how far we can spit our gum.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who will take me to the park, put his hands around my waist and give me big bear hugs all the time.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A boy who will kiss my neck, just to have a reason to tell me how much he loves my new perfume.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want a boy who, at night, who will dance in his pajamas with me.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A boy who will take pictures in photo booths with me, someone who will never turn down a trip to the lake and who will play tag on the beach with me.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A boy who could sit with me on the kitchen floor and eat sandwiches.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who will kiss me in the pouring rain.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want a boy who would try to teach me how to play the guitar, even if we just end up laughing at each other.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want a boy who will run his fingers through my hair, share his lollipops with me, and get along with all of my friends.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone who would never be afraid to say I love you in front of his friends and someone who would argue with me about silly things just to make up. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone who will kiss me at midnight on New Years and who will make funny faces at me when I'm on the phone.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want a boy who will count stars with me and be friends with my family.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want a boy who will stay home with me on a Friday night just to help me make dinner and watch movies together under the same blanket.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone who will squirt water guns at me in the house after I’ve got him soaked.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want a boy who looks me the eye and tell me something serious, that was also funny and make me promise not to laugh.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A boy who could make me laugh like no one else can.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want a boy who will hold me closer than normal when I'm sick, and would play with my hair.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;But mostly I want a boy who is my best friend and will always be there for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-8259740827556478145?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/8259740827556478145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=8259740827556478145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/8259740827556478145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/8259740827556478145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-want-boy.html' title='I want a boy...'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TLCTNg65dUI/AAAAAAAABDQ/d6NESrAs0IA/s72-c/tumblr_l7vnopXFVs1qcm6i4o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-1864671767161811926</id><published>2010-10-07T20:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T21:37:11.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TK3LWrFjwAI/AAAAAAAABDA/WEz_lMsIJPw/s1600/Hello+World.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TK3LWrFjwAI/AAAAAAAABDA/WEz_lMsIJPw/s400/Hello+World.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525295908237066242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph" align="left"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;Life is a lot of things, in different people’s perspective of it. Some may think that life is a gift from God, and to use it to enjoy each moment of life. Some may think it’s like a mountain or a ladder, climbing your way up to the heaven’s gate. It can also be a place where it is a living nightmare. Everyone is an individualist, so there are a lot of different ways people can put life into perspective. And each has a great way of describing life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;To me, life is like a car driving on the road, going on a journey. The moment the engine of the car starts is the moment you’re born. As you travel on the journey call “Your Life”, there are many obstacles and sometimes you would have to turn either left or right, whether it is the correct path or the wrong path. The road and life is never straight. You’ll always be making the choice on whether you want to go left, right or even straight.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;In every obstacle, it can be good, where the world seems to be set right. Those times would be when you’re living every moment of it, enjoying it while you can, making the right choices. Or it can be bad, when everything is wrong; troubles come to haunt you, when nightmares seem real, waiting for the time to end.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;However, problems don’t last forever and you would always find yourself back on the right road. But that is only if you turn to your trusty GPS, also known as the people who love you, who care for you, like your friends and family, but most importantly, GOD. They will always help you in your time of need.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;Even though you may feel like you’re going to be trap in the wrong directions forever, the journey goes on. Some problems that people usually face nowadays are situations such as divorce, breakups, friendship problems, broken families, etc. Life brings greater unpredictable pleasure, misfortunes, wonders and mysteries.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;Although there are a lot of problems, there are still those happy moments in which everyone should remember more than the bad times, even if the bad times affect you more, because of the hurt and the pain. But there is nothing but sweetness in things you cherish as treasured gold, and the happy moments are things that you should cherish deeply.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;When the rain pours down, it makes it harder to see the road where you are going. You usually fall down and you sometimes fall down hard on your face in life. You get lost, you get hurt, and you get into all sorts of mess. But you have to get up and to convince yourself that everything is going to be all right again, because it will, if you have the faith in God and in everything He does, for He has planned your life out even before you were conceived.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;In life, there would be times when the car would need to stop for gas or for a pit stop. That would mean that you would just have to stop, relax and enjoy life or think back, reflecting yourself on how have the journey been so far. It helps you know where you stand in life, and how it is going to take you from as you continue.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;When you are caught in a traffic jam, it means that God is testing your patience, helping you maintain the level of patience you need to tolerate the things you have low tolerance for. But we must have patience, especially patience for life. If we are not patient enough, we would skip things in life that are the most important such as school, work and parenting. But we need enjoy it, because those so-called “boring” moments are the most important, and usually the most memorable moments.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;As you grow older, graduated, and working, with a family to support, the road gets more difficult to travel on. Adult life is where most of the pressure starts to come. In the adult life, you learn to be more independent with yourself. To survive on your own, to know what it is like doing things on your own.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;But then the road where you are retired comes, when the driving slows down a bit as you reach nearer and nearer each day to your destination, after a long and tiring journey. Sometimes the end of the journey will end fast, in a rush, and others end peacefully, happily. We do not know how our ending will be like until it actually happens, and nobody knows what happens after that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;So, in conclusion, to me, life is like a car ride going on a journey. All there is to do is to enjoy every moment of life, living it for God, forgetting your sorrows for they will not last forever. There is always an end to everything, including the end of the journey call “Life”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-1864671767161811926?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/1864671767161811926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=1864671767161811926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/1864671767161811926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/1864671767161811926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/10/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TK3LWrFjwAI/AAAAAAAABDA/WEz_lMsIJPw/s72-c/Hello+World.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-5357332998672743368</id><published>2010-10-05T17:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T17:06:51.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday</title><content type='html'>If it was up to me&lt;br /&gt;My life would be a blue print on the table&lt;br /&gt;And every year would have a label&lt;br /&gt;I would know precisely the day that you would come and find me&lt;br /&gt;I'd see your face (the one that I dream of)&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait&lt;br /&gt;Cos I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, someone's gonna change my life&lt;br /&gt;Some how someone's gonna make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Like I never have before&lt;br /&gt;Someday Someday&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere, someone's gonna steal my heart&lt;br /&gt;Some how we'll never ever be apart&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait for that someday&lt;br /&gt;Someday isn't so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay awake at night wondering if I had waste the chances&lt;br /&gt;Giving up on small romances&lt;br /&gt;Then I look outside&lt;br /&gt;You're wondering on the same midnight sky (you're waiting too)&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one that you dream of&lt;br /&gt;These dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, someone's gonna change my life&lt;br /&gt;Some how someone's gonna make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Like I never have before&lt;br /&gt;Someday Someday&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere, someone's gonna steal my heart&lt;br /&gt;Some how we'll never ever be apart&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait for that someday&lt;br /&gt;Someday isn't so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll never know if I passed you on the street the other day&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you are far across the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Knowing every night I pray that some how he will send you my way&lt;br /&gt;Someday, Someday, Someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, someone's gonna change my life&lt;br /&gt;Some how someone's gonna make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Like I never have before&lt;br /&gt;Someday Someday&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere, someone's gonna steal my heart&lt;br /&gt;Some how we'll never ever be apart&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait for that someday&lt;br /&gt;Someday isn't so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Someday isn't so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By PURENRG&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-5357332998672743368?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/5357332998672743368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=5357332998672743368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/5357332998672743368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/5357332998672743368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/10/someday.html' title='Someday'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-3579725737880875622</id><published>2010-10-02T19:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T19:49:19.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cacat-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hey guys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My blog is gonna look a bit cacat for awhile 'cause I'm thinking of changing my blog layout. Just don't know what type of nice layout I want.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bear with me, yeah (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-3579725737880875622?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/3579725737880875622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=3579725737880875622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/3579725737880875622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/3579725737880875622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/10/cacat-ness.html' title='Cacat-ness'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-4640062172433634516</id><published>2010-09-29T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T20:58:47.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hello,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How are you? It's been quite some time since we last talked to each other. I wonder, how are you? Are you still grieving over the fact that no one likes you? And the fact that you miss me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, guess what?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy that we're no longer seeing each other every single day in school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy that I no longer have to be sucked into your evilness, hearing you whine and grumble all the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you know how &lt;em&gt;relieved&lt;/em&gt; I feel?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All these while, you've been nothing but a big pain-in-the-butt to me. Sometimes I wonder how I managed to put up with you for all these years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You've lied to me, lied to my face, saying everybody hates me when it's YOU who was hated by everyone, talked craps about me behind my face, and even dared telling me that you talked craps about me to my face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is wrong with you? Do you know how to socialize? Cos I think &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;. Otherwise you wouldn't have treated your "best friend" that way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You've always made me feel like crap. You always scorn at me, mock me, and when we get into arguments, I'm always the first to say sorry even though you're usually in the wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You like every single guy I like, and then you take them away from me. You gave up your boyfriend cos he and I like each other but I gave him up cos it wasn't worth throwing OUR FRIENDSHIP cos of him. And you still TALK ABOUT IT! Don't you know what's passed is past?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I forgive and forget, you blame and remember.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You made me think people really hated me. I &lt;em&gt;defended&lt;/em&gt; you whenever people talked about you. And YOU NEVER DID! You let people think I wasn't who I am. You spread rumors about me. You bossed me around, telling me what to do, how to live my life. It's was always you. Always what you wanted. You always get your way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's either we don't talk or I give in. It's always we do what you want. And when I want to do what I want, you pout. You ask for help, I help. I ask for help, you help...and then you make it seem as though I &lt;em&gt;forced&lt;/em&gt; you to help me. Like seriously, get a clue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All these years I put up with your nonsense. All these years I listened to your crap. All these years you bothered me so much until I feel like screaming and hitting you. All these years you made me feel worthless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are the WORSE best friend I've ever had.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now I am just so finally glad that you're out of my life. It's been too long. I hope you're okay without me. Because I know I am without you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-4640062172433634516?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4640062172433634516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=4640062172433634516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/4640062172433634516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/4640062172433634516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/09/hey-you.html' title='Hey you'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-6604288109882275587</id><published>2010-09-23T17:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T17:17:55.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone loves you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;LISTEN UP AND LISTEN GOOD. Ain't repeating, just saying this once.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Think everybody hates you? That no one loves you? You're SO WRONG! Don't ever think that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JESUS LOVES YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, He does. He died on the cross for OUR SINS, not because He committed a crime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still think that no one loves you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that's just sad...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;btw, totally off-topic and irrelevant, but Happy Birthday, Khay Tong!!! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-6604288109882275587?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/6604288109882275587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=6604288109882275587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/6604288109882275587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/6604288109882275587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/09/someone-loves-you.html' title='Someone loves you'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-9003793057340510114</id><published>2010-09-22T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T17:45:53.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehe (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love my nieces. They're so cute! And when I say nieces, I don't just mean the four naughty ones. I mean Baby Alyssa too! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-9003793057340510114?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/9003793057340510114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=9003793057340510114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/9003793057340510114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/9003793057340510114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/09/hehe.html' title='Hehe (:'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-4776690667080662598</id><published>2010-09-22T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T17:42:07.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's been long time since I actually blogged. I don't really know what to blog about. All I can say is that I'm glad David and Francyne have stopped bugging me with that thing and I'm really glad my two problems after a long period of time have finally been solved. Like waaahooo!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RELAXATION!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, seriously. I don't know if you guys could tell but I was ready to fall off the ledge for the past few weeks cos of it. I hated feeling like that. Thank God I'm okay now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess that's what friends are for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like Charis said,&lt;br /&gt;"Friends come and go out of your heart/lives, but they will also always come back."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm glad. I really needed you guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fate has a strange way of bringing us back together. I know David doesn't believe in Fate, but I do. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear God,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you so much for my friends and family, Lord. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have made it through this far and I wouldn't be who I am if not for You. Thank you for my brilliant friends, Charis, David, Carmen, Claudia, Michelle, Samuel, Francyne, Boon Sing, Derick, Bryann, Basil, Suan Kai and all my other friends whose names I've not mentioned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love my dear friends so much. I pray that I will be able to be there for them just like how they've always been there for me. I pray that our friendships will never end and that as long as we've got You, Lord, that's enough for any of us to live for. I pray that if we shall fall, we would never lose faith nor trust in You. I pray that You will guide us back to the right path if we happen to stumble on the wrong path.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All this I ask, in Jesus' name I pray,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh whywhywhywhy must I be the bimbo for the Radio Talk Show thingy?! I'm gonna be humiliated far worse than Sam. =[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-4776690667080662598?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4776690667080662598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=4776690667080662598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/4776690667080662598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/4776690667080662598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/09/hey.html' title='Hey'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-6077302616145898087</id><published>2010-09-13T20:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T21:42:48.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas/Brithday Wish List</title><content type='html'>So far, I've gotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Blue yoohoo doll, which looks like this:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TI4iXMagKVI/AAAAAAAABB8/nOZ5moCfYF4/s1600/Yoohoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516384375440157010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TI4iXMagKVI/AAAAAAAABB8/nOZ5moCfYF4/s400/Yoohoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Anything to do with Vampire Knights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TI4iWmSCttI/AAAAAAAABB0/HpMxXAwn5WI/s1600/Vampire+Knights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 343px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516384365204125394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TI4iWmSCttI/AAAAAAAABB0/HpMxXAwn5WI/s400/Vampire+Knights.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Painting set. Yes, I'm into painting right now. Possibly a palette, paint brushes, good artblock and a book of things to paint.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) A new small notebook where I can put all of my quotes!!! I am in desperate need of one. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've got for now. Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-6077302616145898087?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/6077302616145898087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=6077302616145898087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/6077302616145898087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/6077302616145898087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/09/christmasbrithday-wish-list.html' title='Christmas/Brithday Wish List'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TI4iXMagKVI/AAAAAAAABB8/nOZ5moCfYF4/s72-c/Yoohoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-626195163270489281</id><published>2010-09-13T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T20:56:13.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess no New Slate</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Brr...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How hard is it to get it in your freakin' thick head that I want nothing more to do with you??????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You say you didn't mean to do what you did. You say that you're sorry. But you KNOW that talking about it, or even just talking TO YOU reminds me of what you did!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you really want to hurt me that much that you talk to me all the time to constantly remind me of that stupid day?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or are you really that stupid and desperate?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You say you're willing to be a Christian if I want. OF COURSE I WANT YOU TO BE A CHRISTIAN! But I don't want you to be a Christian for the reason why you wanna be one. Which is cos you want my answer as a yes! You're only saying that not because you believe in Him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You sad, pathetic, stupid, idiotic jerk. Get a life, why don't you? Leave me alone. I'm tired of this. I'm tired of constantly fighting with you. I'm tired of tears. I'm tired and I'm done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just leave me alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-626195163270489281?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/626195163270489281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=626195163270489281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/626195163270489281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/626195163270489281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/09/guess-no-new-slate.html' title='Guess no New Slate'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-9148228432985709566</id><published>2010-09-13T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T00:07:54.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Slate</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I should sleep, but I just want to let you guys know. I'm done with my problems.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goodbye MI.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello, Jake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goodbye MI. Thanks for helping me. I'm sorry I can't be your friend anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jake, I miss talking to you. So I guess I've got no choice *well, actually I do*. With David bugging me. With ELIZEBETH bugging me. Seeing you so uncomfortable these past few days when I've been over at your place. I guess I hate to see you unhappy. And, for Francyne's sake too, I'll talk to you. We'll talk this over. And then we'll see where this take us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Btw, Christmas coming up! Already I've got two things I want as a present:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Anything to do with Vampire Knights! *if possible, the entire collection of manga!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- A blue yoohoo friends doll. So cute! Visit at yoohoofriends.com. I love the small, blue one where you squeeze it and it'll make the cutest sound! *sighs*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahhhh, well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goodbye MI.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello, Jake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And heh......hi guys? (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-9148228432985709566?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/9148228432985709566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=9148228432985709566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/9148228432985709566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/9148228432985709566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-slate.html' title='New Slate'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-1370807118101026649</id><published>2010-09-08T15:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:31:00.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I love this song. It just seem to be in my mind now, especially the chorus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Say Goodbye - S Club 7&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the years to come&lt;br /&gt;Will you think about these moments that we shared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the years to come&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna think it over&lt;br /&gt;And how we lived each day with no regrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts forever though we want it to&lt;br /&gt;The road ahead holds different dreams for me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes goodbye, though it hurts in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;is the only way for destiny&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes goodbye, though it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;is the only way now for you and me&lt;br /&gt;Though it's the hardest thing to say&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss your love in every way&lt;br /&gt;So say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;'Cause true love never dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a year from now&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there'll be things&lt;br /&gt;we'll wish we'd never said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a year from now&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll see each other&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the same street corner, no regrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and every end is always written in the stars&lt;br /&gt;If only I could stop the world&lt;br /&gt;I'd make this last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes goodbye, so it hurts in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;is the only way for destiny&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes goodbye, so it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;is the only way now for you and me&lt;br /&gt;Though it's the hardest thing to say&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss your love in every way&lt;br /&gt;So say goodbye (so say goodbye)&lt;br /&gt;But don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;'Cause true love never dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you need my arms to run into&lt;br /&gt;I'll comfort you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will ever change the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes goodbye, though it hurts in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;is the only way for destiny&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes goodbye, though it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;is the only way now for you and me&lt;br /&gt;Though it's the hardest thing to say&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss your love in every way&lt;br /&gt;So say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;`Cause a true love never dies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that night so clearly. The night where it all ended. The night we told each other things we didn't have to guts to say. The night you said you were sorry for hurting me all these while. The night where I watched you walk away, hoping you'll turn around... But you never did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-1370807118101026649?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/1370807118101026649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=1370807118101026649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/1370807118101026649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/1370807118101026649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/09/say-goodbye.html' title='Say Goodbye'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-7408890208603959586</id><published>2010-09-08T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:03:01.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Move Along</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You know, I'm pretty sure that you guys could tell I was pretty depress lately. If you didn't, well you're pretty bad at observing. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, was reading Chee Loong's blog when suddenly as I was reading his latest blog post, I realize something. I am an idiot. Here I am, feeling sorry for myself, not moving anywhere as life moves on. I shouldn't be like this. I shouldn't let this one problem get to me. I should smile and laugh it off. Move along. Let go of my yesterday, my past.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I just want to say, thank you to my friends &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Charis, David, Carmen, Claudia and more*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; who's been there for me. Thank you to BOON SING &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*I can't miss you out, as much as I want to, though. Haha!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for being a total jerk, making me laugh even though I did say I wanted to slap you. Thank you But most especially to Elizebeth who wasted your time just to give me advice on this for about almost a week now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, here's a little reminder for me:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chee Loong's favorite song lyrics, &lt;strong&gt;The All American Rejects - Move Along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking&lt;br /&gt;When you fall everyone stands&lt;br /&gt;Another day and you've had your fill of sinking&lt;br /&gt;With the life held in your&lt;br /&gt;Hands are shaking cold&lt;br /&gt;These hands are meant to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong&lt;br /&gt;Move along, move along like I know you do&lt;br /&gt;And even when your hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;Move along, move along just to make it through&lt;br /&gt;Move along&lt;br /&gt;Move along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a day when you've lost yourself completely&lt;br /&gt;Could be a night when your life ends&lt;br /&gt;Such a heart that will lead you to deceiving&lt;br /&gt;All the pain held in your&lt;br /&gt;Hands are shaking cold&lt;br /&gt;Your hands are mine to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong&lt;br /&gt;Move along, move along like I know you do&lt;br /&gt;And even when your hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;Move along, move along just to make it through&lt;br /&gt;Move along&lt;br /&gt;(Go on, go on, go on, go on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything is wrong we move along&lt;br /&gt;(Go on, go on, go on, go on)&lt;br /&gt;When everything is wrong, we move along&lt;br /&gt;Along, along, along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all you got to keep is strong&lt;br /&gt;Move along, move along like I know you do&lt;br /&gt;And even when your hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;Move along, move along just to make it through&lt;br /&gt;[x3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Move along)&lt;br /&gt;(Go on, go on, go on, go on)&lt;br /&gt;Right back what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;We move along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-7408890208603959586?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/7408890208603959586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=7408890208603959586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/7408890208603959586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/7408890208603959586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/09/move-along.html' title='Move Along'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-5650576999229622959</id><published>2010-09-07T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T16:59:05.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes :S</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Been thinking about stuff for a really long time now. I guess what I wanna say is that I'm glad for friends like you guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been real hard for me lately, what with the MI and Jake problem, now with school work and such coming up also.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I just wish life was simpler, and that every problem is solved within a snap of a finger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it's not. And I gotta face it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Charis, you're probably gonna kill me. I talked to MI the other day. David, yes I know I blocked him the other day but I added him back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, maybe I'm on the road to recovering. A good cry and good listening ears are what I needed and I had that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks, Iain. I'm sorry I was a jerk. I'm glad we're friends again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Charis, you're right. They will come back being my friends again. "It all takes time and willingless to forgive".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now all I gotta do is wait for him to come back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-5650576999229622959?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/5650576999229622959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=5650576999229622959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/5650576999229622959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/5650576999229622959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/09/yikes-s.html' title='Yikes :S'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-1335610460664740166</id><published>2010-08-26T15:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T16:37:13.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you, guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/THYmWO2APOI/AAAAAAAABAA/71wCXZmuFpk/s1600/CDCC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/THYmWO2APOI/AAAAAAAABAA/71wCXZmuFpk/s400/CDCC.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509633357517962466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chelle, we fight A LOT but at the end of the day, I thank God and my lucky stars that fate has brought me a best friend. Yeah, sometimes you annoy me, but you're the nicest and most loyal friend I've ever had. I love you! =]&lt;p&gt;Daniel, your 'flirtatious' behavior and also your kindness is something I've always been amazed by. I never knew a guy could be such a gentleman before I met you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Claudia, the sweetest girl I know. You always know what to say, especially since you've been through the similar problem before. You're understanding and easy to talk to and your hugs are very sweet. You're cute when you go hyper, and you're always nice to everyone! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Carmen, somehow I can always count on you to say things that'll make me laugh. You're sweet, funny, but sometimes your death stare scares me! =X You're really nice, and I hope that your problems will go away soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/THYl2zMhDPI/AAAAAAAAA_o/YfWRQVAUK6Y/s1600/Derick+and+Basil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/THYl2zMhDPI/AAAAAAAAA_o/YfWRQVAUK6Y/s400/Derick+and+Basil.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509632817520250098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Derick, you're funny and sweet. Plus, with your innocence, it cracks me up. I'm glad to have known you. You're like a bright firefly in a jug.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Basil, your attempts to be perfect sometimes amuses me. Your cockiness is a laugh, and deep down under that 'perasan' behavior of yours, you're actually a really nice, friendly guy once I got to know you better. =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/THYl3jcbaoI/AAAAAAAAA_4/i8R_mwr_Rz8/s1600/David+and+Charis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/THYl3jcbaoI/AAAAAAAAA_4/i8R_mwr_Rz8/s400/David+and+Charis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509632830471891586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;David, your silliness and annoying ways irks me sometimes but it helps. Especially when you nag me and such, because I know that they are for my own good.&lt;p&gt;Charis, you're awesome, you know that? *of course you do*. With your craziness and randomness, who's to say that it won't crack me up? =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I care about ALL of you guys, you know that? In a short period of time, I've come to love and care for you guys. I have no idea what to do without you. So, thanks, guys, for always being there. For being you. For helping me stay strong with problems I've faced.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-1335610460664740166?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/1335610460664740166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=1335610460664740166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/1335610460664740166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/1335610460664740166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-you-guys.html' title='I love you, guys'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/THYmWO2APOI/AAAAAAAABAA/71wCXZmuFpk/s72-c/CDCC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-7722525164512258925</id><published>2010-08-24T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T23:44:25.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Creations</title><content type='html'>I've created new poems/quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post them up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have the time lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;btw,&lt;br /&gt;ily&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-7722525164512258925?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/7722525164512258925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=7722525164512258925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/7722525164512258925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/7722525164512258925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-creations.html' title='New Creations'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-458735919029595880</id><published>2010-08-23T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T17:03:41.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Month Ever</title><content type='html'>And to think that my last post was asking August to be nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this month hasn't exactly been easy on me. But hey, we go through life with challenges, right? So we just need to make the most out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just wished that things had turned out differently than I'd hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September is coming and I hope it'll be nicer to me than August.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-458735919029595880?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/458735919029595880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=458735919029595880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/458735919029595880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/458735919029595880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/08/worst-month-ever.html' title='Worst Month Ever'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-2681414578654495380</id><published>2010-08-12T16:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T16:43:41.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hello, August.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Please be nice to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. I miss blogging. I wanna blog. I just don't have anything to blog about. Well, there are things to blog about but I'm lazy to write them all here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Furthermore, I am now thinking of doing more work than I usually do. It actually helps, with the new sitting arrangements. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But gah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Camp's coming soon and I can't wait! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Plus, I'm also nervous 'bout some stuff. Tell you guys maybe soon in school...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peace!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;btw&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ily&lt;/em&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i really wanna stay away but im afraid i ain't got the willpower to go. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-2681414578654495380?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/2681414578654495380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=2681414578654495380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/2681414578654495380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/2681414578654495380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/08/august.html' title='(:'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-4437162555665026443</id><published>2010-08-08T14:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T14:55:33.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TF5U3WbM47I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/cX7AbqjD9MA/s1600/Ka+Hoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TF5U3WbM47I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/cX7AbqjD9MA/s400/Ka+Hoe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502929104582534066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SHANTON CHEONG KA HOE! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, it's your birthday! You're the greatest! Thanks for all the fun crazy wacky times we've shared together! Wished I could have been there to celebrate, but eh, I tried calling you but your phone must have been switched off, a few minutes after I sms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss you, my loving, perverted, sick-minded, but funnily hilarious brother! (: (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND I MISS YOU! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-4437162555665026443?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4437162555665026443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=4437162555665026443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/4437162555665026443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/4437162555665026443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday! (:'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TF5U3WbM47I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/cX7AbqjD9MA/s72-c/Ka+Hoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-3317762851376384149</id><published>2010-08-08T14:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T14:54:04.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am a pathetic loser for even letting this get too far. I'm sorry, this is the end. I'm sick and tired of tears, fed up with my web of lies, and I'm caught, drowning in my frustrations.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I did was wrong. I really shouldn't have gotten that far, even when I know I don't stand a chance. I hate myself for doing this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I'm in way too deep, I'm trying to get out but it seems impossible, when I see you practically everyday. Why must if be you, of all people?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I probably deserve better, but somehow it's just so impossible. I wish we could turn back time. I give my heart out too easily, a victim of pain and sorrows.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I just wish ... I never met you..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be a strong girl. I'll keep my crap to myself, and if you notice that we won't talk for awhile, it's because this is goodbye..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-3317762851376384149?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/3317762851376384149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=3317762851376384149' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/3317762851376384149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/3317762851376384149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/08/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-6077420469706698175</id><published>2010-08-06T16:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T16:51:13.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TFvM67wRMPI/AAAAAAAAA_A/jLUMhQ1UhIc/s1600/I+Miss+You.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TFvM67wRMPI/AAAAAAAAA_A/jLUMhQ1UhIc/s400/I+Miss+You.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502216682607816946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-6077420469706698175?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/6077420469706698175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=6077420469706698175' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/6077420469706698175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/6077420469706698175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-miss-you.html' title='I Miss You'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TFvM67wRMPI/AAAAAAAAA_A/jLUMhQ1UhIc/s72-c/I+Miss+You.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-594617155831832173</id><published>2010-08-05T17:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T17:28:03.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How would you feel?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TFqADjx1lOI/AAAAAAAAA-4/9fOqT8aK9Xg/s1600/tumblr_l27hlg3DKn1qa4th6o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TFqADjx1lOI/AAAAAAAAA-4/9fOqT8aK9Xg/s400/tumblr_l27hlg3DKn1qa4th6o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501850693418718434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How would you feel, if people say you're fat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You're ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You're a b***h.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everybody hates you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everybody thinks you're a wannabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How would you feel when there's no one to turn to when you need help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That you're a snob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everybody's just being your friend cos they pity you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They think you're pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They think you're a playgirl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They judge you before they get to know you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How would you feel, thinking what they say is true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You distance yourself from others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;People get frustrated as they don't know what you're thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How would you feel when you're down and the person you wanna confide in ain't there for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They ask you to tell them your feelings but you can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because they won't listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When they insult you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When they tease you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When they say things about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And you have to act like you don't care when deep down you wanna scream out loud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How do you feel, when you're alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When people leave you out of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When you feel left out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How would you feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, I'm a coward, I know. I run away during confrontations. But you know smt? What you said hurts and what I said hurts too. Fine. I'll stop if you stop and stop misinterpreting my actions. You're mad at me, probably gonna block me. I'm wasting my time. But hey, I have a guilty conscience as well. So I'm sorry. Yeah, i know. Sorry won't change a thing, but it's better than not saying "sorry" at all, ain't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/7254834199573698108-594617155831832173?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/594617155831832173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=594617155831832173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/594617155831832173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/594617155831832173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-would-you-feel.html' title='How would you feel?'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TFqADjx1lOI/AAAAAAAAA-4/9fOqT8aK9Xg/s72-c/tumblr_l27hlg3DKn1qa4th6o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-4101291655438207499</id><published>2010-08-04T18:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T18:01:55.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TFk6VeYA6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-g/8JsF3JdC6lE/s1600/music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TFk6VeYA6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-g/8JsF3JdC6lE/s400/music.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501492560415222162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're it&lt;br /&gt;You're the ultimate&lt;br /&gt;It's automatic, I'm sure of it&lt;br /&gt;No lie&lt;br /&gt;So don't even try to&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you're not the guy&lt;br /&gt;Cos I've been waiting all my life&lt;br /&gt;For someone just like you&lt;br /&gt;You're it&lt;br /&gt;You're the ultimate&lt;br /&gt;YOU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-4101291655438207499?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4101291655438207499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=4101291655438207499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/4101291655438207499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/4101291655438207499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/08/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TFk6VeYA6ZI/AAAAAAAAA-g/8JsF3JdC6lE/s72-c/music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-392917352768730480</id><published>2010-08-04T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T17:04:40.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1/ hungry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2/ confused&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3/ sad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hungry cos, well, hungry lah. What else?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Confused because of some stuff my friends told me some things that makes me so confused.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and angry at some people also for using reverse psychology on me. That's not a good thing. It made me feel guilty and also it sort of made me mad. I mean, come on lah, people. I know you guys are trying to help, but please. It's my decision, my life. I choose to do whatever I want to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't lay the guilt trip on me because I seriously really hate that and then I go against my own judgements to follow yours. And it's FRUSTRATING cos I actually really really wanna decide on my own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know you guys mean well, but...ah nvm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I shall hunt for food 'fore anyone gives me a lecture and also. I smell Chipster! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-392917352768730480?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/392917352768730480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=392917352768730480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/392917352768730480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/392917352768730480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/08/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-2327022326181523992</id><published>2010-07-31T16:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T16:38:57.902+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/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TFPg-8c3X1I/AAAAAAAAA94/Y0Fd5NiDSdQ/s1600/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TFPg-8c3X1I/AAAAAAAAA94/Y0Fd5NiDSdQ/s400/love.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499986941933215570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-2327022326181523992?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/2327022326181523992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=2327022326181523992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/2327022326181523992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/2327022326181523992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/07/love.html' title='Love ♥'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kPQBydd4Ezs/TFPg-8c3X1I/AAAAAAAAA94/Y0Fd5NiDSdQ/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-2564532552766819160</id><published>2010-07-30T17:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T17:25:37.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A lot of things happened today. Quite ironic, to be honest. Perfect timing lah wei.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1\ We found out who was the culprit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2\ Jan picked me to go up for show&amp;amp;tell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3\ errrrrm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got 41.5% for my Show&amp;amp;Tell. Weeeeee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's short, I know but I gotta go off now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-2564532552766819160?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/2564532552766819160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=2564532552766819160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/2564532552766819160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/2564532552766819160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/07/ironic.html' title='Ironic'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-4388063098181135044</id><published>2010-07-29T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T22:17:24.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yes, I do. =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wanna know who I love?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love YOU! =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hehe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Carmen, I miss you! ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ohoh, Charis, Garrett just told me an awesome idea - well, maybe lor - but dunno if you'll agree. Keke. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, yeah. I love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know who you are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, you. I'm talking about you. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I seem to be really happy these few days. Partly cos I've got such wonderful friends!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, I'm crapping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being random, wanna blog, just no idea what to blog about so just crap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahh, me don't wanna be up next to do Show&amp;amp;Tell tomorrow. Me wanna be next week! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peace! Me going off! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-4388063098181135044?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4388063098181135044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=4388063098181135044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/4388063098181135044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/4388063098181135044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-love-you.html' title='I love you'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-4604587799866235658</id><published>2010-07-27T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T16:33:58.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;That's the keyword. Trust.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To trust in God, to trust in hope, to trust in faith, to trust in friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like what I said in my "simplified" devotion, it was really really extremely hard for me to trust anyone after what happened to me last year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feelings of frustration, of anger, of hurt, building up inside of me each and every day. One day I knew it was going to explode. Having no one to turn to, alone, forgotten. Nobody listened and nobody cared. Everyone was too wrapped up in their own life that they'd forgotten about me. I guess I sort of deserved it. Soon, I was slowly drifting away from everyone and everything I once knew. Later on, I began blaming God. After all, he's in control of everything, so this means he's controlling my suffering.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I went to Vineyard. Had met so many wonderful friends such as:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Charis the Carebear&lt;br /&gt;- David the Taufufaa *or Mr. Overreactor or Earth Shaker, your pick*&lt;br /&gt;- Daniel the Triple D *or Phantom of the Opera*&lt;br /&gt;- Claudia the Teddy Bear&lt;br /&gt;- Carmen the Edward Cullen Obsessive Girl&lt;br /&gt;- Michelle the Bestie&lt;br /&gt;- Derick the Sherlock Daby&lt;br /&gt;- Basil the Watson Cha *or B.Cha*&lt;br /&gt;- Zhao Yu the Blueshadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And many more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it didn't seem enough. Even if they'd proven to me that they could be trustworthy, I still found it hard since I was so accustomed to being ... a loner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So during Youth Camp, I prayed to God, asking him to help me. To send at least &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; person to let me know that people actually care. Then I began to cry, realizing just how stupid and selfish I was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mean, &lt;em&gt;Jesus&lt;/em&gt; died on the cross for everything we did, not because He did something wrong. And He faced much worse pain than I did. So I started crying again, asking Him to forgive me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After Youth Camp, a few days later, Elizebeth Tan asked me if I'd asked God to send someone because that night, she felt this urge to come over to me and hug me but she wasn't sure if it was a calling. So I said yes. And deep down, I was happy. God answered my prayers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it still wasn't enough. So He send Asam Laksa, aka Samuel Lu. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few weeks later after always talking with Sam, I realized that I can actually trust him. So I did. I trusted him with secrets. I told him stuff I told no one. And soon, he became the one I trust the most. And he taught me to trust people again. I began to be more opened about my feelings to Charis, David and the others instead of always keeping it down inside my heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I just want to take this moment to say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you, Charis, David, Claudia, Chelle, Carmen...for always being there and I'm just so sorry that I was too "blind" to see that. I love you guys! (: (: (: (: (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you, Sam, for listening, for not judging, not advicing, for bring joy and trust back into my life. I love you like a big brother! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But mostly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you, GOD, for never leaving me, even when I'd doubt you, and for sending such lovely and wonderful friends! (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-4604587799866235658?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/4604587799866235658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=4604587799866235658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/4604587799866235658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/4604587799866235658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/07/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-8470230435765128889</id><published>2010-07-21T20:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T20:29:49.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suvery Question 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you handle people you don't like?&lt;/strong&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/7254834199573698108-8470230435765128889?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/8470230435765128889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=8470230435765128889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/8470230435765128889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/8470230435765128889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/07/suvery-question-101.html' title='Suvery Question 101'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-3071821882928553518</id><published>2010-07-01T16:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T16:28:40.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BANNED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Banned again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is not Karmen. This is just her friend, helping her to tell you why she has not been blogging for a long time now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She might not be back until Monday, so hang in there, people, while waiting for her. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peace!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-3071821882928553518?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/3071821882928553518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=3071821882928553518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/3071821882928553518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/3071821882928553518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/07/banned.html' title='BANNED!'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-6929902822201821052</id><published>2010-06-26T09:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T11:58:03.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaarrrrrrrrrgggghh</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Life's a mess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, life's a bliss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mess....bliss...mess...bliss...mess...bliss...me-iss...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aiya, I don't know lah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was talking to Hubert yesterday at cell group. And, well, we got talking *since everybody was playing 'football'. =.=*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, well, I'm not sure what exactly did the breakup did to him, but I could see he was all torn up. Even though he claims not to be. Shit. I talked and talked to him, he talked and talked to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All of a sudden.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saw tears in his eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, crap, I must have said something. =X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, yeah. After he left, I guess I kinda stoned, thinking about some stuff... Well, four particular things, anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm, well I dunno.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mean, there was me, sitting down on the edge of the couch in Pas. Jackie and Pas. Leslie's house, with Aaron reading on my right and Chelle eating nasi lemak on my left, sitting down Japanese style. Let me tell you. Not such a good comfortable way of sitting. Well, actually it is, but once when you try to move your legs, cos it's been in that position for a long time, it's quite painful cos they're too numbed already &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*and there I was, stoning for about 20++ mins or smt*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guessed people noticed me.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jenn Ming kinda waved in front of me and asked if I was okay, cos he said and I quote "You look as if you were stoning". Lol. Ah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I zoned out again, then felt someone ruffling playfully on my hair and saw Sam, smiling down at me, asking me if I was okay. As usual, I said yes. But he said, "No you're not okay. You're really emo today hor." Luckily before he could ask further, Brand distracted him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I see life as a train ride. Each stop means a turning point in life. Enjoy the ride until it reaches the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ehhh, I'mma gonna use this as my essay topic thingy!! Weeee! I've found out what I'm going to write!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now all I gotta do is stop procrastinating and actually start on it. =X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was supposed to sound emo, but thanks to the ending bit up above, doesn't sound so emo-ish anymore, right? Not after the 'weeee' bit. =X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ily&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-6929902822201821052?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/6929902822201821052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=6929902822201821052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/6929902822201821052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/6929902822201821052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/06/aaarrrrrrrrrgggghh.html' title='Aaarrrrrrrrrgggghh'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-6277150429322181475</id><published>2010-06-25T18:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T18:45:27.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And once again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I must say...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I enjoy blogging even though I don't particularly have a thought in mind on what to blog about. All I can think about is 'urrggh, my itchy throat hursts like crazy' which makes me wanna cry in depression. Aaand. Well. "He" is also in my mind. ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, waddya know? Today was a sort of boring-ish / random-ish / emo-ish day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAVID FOO!!! I DON'T LIKE YOU!!!!! =[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OKOK! Since I'm sure you're all wondering what in the world am I saying, before you think I've gone demented.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was boring cos . . . well . . . it was boring lah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was random because &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;David&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nagged me to drink a lot of water, until I gotta go toilet. Then I banged both sides of my head on the toilet paper thingy and the door. -__-"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Random again because then during ... science, I think, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Charis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; came up to me and started really random conversations. @_@ Don't ask. Too lame to repeat. Let's just say that I died of Charis's lameness &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(how am I writing this post if I'm dead? Easy. I'm the Ghost of Vineyard!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another thing. Cos I've got cough, I was about to cough when suddenly &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stupid Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; came along and jabbed me on my neck which cut off the cough and turned it into a choking type of cough. Urgh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then emo cos, you know how once you hear emo songs, you sometimes get the drift and start feeling emo? Well, yeah. I got emo. But was listening to those kind of rockish emo-ish type of songs. Anyway, got out my test pad, and wrote an emo thingy. Which Del and Sam interrupted by coming up to me. Sighs. Never mind; don't blame you guys. Sorry if I'd seemed rude when I suddenly closed the door.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Btw, Charis, go emo bloggie for more details about the emo post I was writing. David, pssh lah you. Don't read my emo blog cos you just don't. Pssh at you, too, Carmen, for giving up on reading it cos you found it depressing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*yadayadayadablahblahblah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Random again at the score key, when Sam told me I took over his place at being 'emo'. Err, dude, way to bring up guilt trip, mo? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*psst, that was cos I scolded him the other day about the way he was treating Chelle, 'memba, guys?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then random convo again with Josh and Sam teasing Del. Pity her lah, always kena bully. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then show-and-tell. David, Zhao Yu and Derick. Sighs. They didn't do too well. D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Afterwards...more bullying poor Sam. :D then went home, now coughing like crazy it hurts. Aahh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm off, you guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;btw,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7254834199573698108-6277150429322181475?l=speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/feeds/6277150429322181475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7254834199573698108&amp;postID=6277150429322181475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/6277150429322181475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7254834199573698108/posts/default/6277150429322181475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speak-to-my-soul.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-once-again.html' title='And once again...'/><author><name>KarMii the Pocket Size</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183808778413552236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOA0eweXmsU/TtzqJs-WppI/AAAAAAAABSo/gkPlQwOWHGE/s220/Beanie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254834199573698108.post-3124056162368391958</id><published>2010-06-25T16:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T08:46:04.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I act like a 15 years old</title><content type='html'>[] You know how to make a pot of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You keep track of dates using a calendar.&lt;br /&gt;[] You own a credit card.&lt;br /&gt;[] You know how to change the oil in a car.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've done your own laundry.&lt;br /&gt;[] You can vote in an election.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can cook for yourself. &lt;br /&gt;[] You think politics are interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] You show up for school late a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You always carry a pen/pencil in your bag/purse/pocket.&lt;br /&gt;[] You've never gotten a detention.&lt;br /&gt;[] You have forgotten your own birthday.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like to take walks by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;[] You know what credibility means, without looking it up.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You drink caffeine at least once a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know how to do the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can count to 10 in another language.&lt;br /&gt;[] When you say you're going to do something you usually do it.&lt;br /&gt;[] You can mow the lawn.&lt;br /&gt;[] You study even when you don't have to.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have hand washed a car before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can spell experience, without looking it up.&lt;br /&gt;[] The people at Starbucks know you by name.&lt;br /&gt;[] Your favorite kind of food is take out.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can go to the store without getting something you don't need.&lt;br /&gt;[] You understand political jokes the first time they are said.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can type pretty quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] Your only friends are from your place of employment.&lt;br /&gt;[] You have been to a Tupperware party. &lt;br /&gt;[x] You have realized that practically no one will take you seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and have a job.&lt;br /&gt;[] You have more bills than you can pay.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have been to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You use the internet every day.&lt;br /&gt;[] You have been outside 3 or more times a day. &lt;br /&gt;[x] You make your bed in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 15...exactly correct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tag:&lt;br 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