<?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-20154412</id><updated>2012-02-20T22:57:48.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>count your last blessings.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>431</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-6935928509619804457</id><published>2012-02-16T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T22:47:09.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Can anybody find me somebody to love?&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/20154412-6935928509619804457?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/6935928509619804457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=6935928509619804457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/6935928509619804457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/6935928509619804457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2012/02/can-anybody-find-me-somebody-to-love.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-1970282227587749236</id><published>2012-02-03T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T22:57:48.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I finally ended my internship! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically all I did was travel to different schools to download software and convert their laptops /desktops to windows 7. Pretty simple stuff but boring at the same time. &amp;amp;throughout the entire period, I made really close friends of all ages! Ain, Ashiqa, Xinjie and BeeGeok not forgetting the guys too~ Henry, Kelvin, Colin, Aidil and everyone else! At the same time, made enemies; C only actyally. why? cause she bitched about me to Ashiqa. Really the dumbest thing ever, she's close to me but you bitch to her? Your brain working?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's always this case, everyone dislikes this girl.. the girl dislikes me. ALWAYS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alot of drama between me and alot of people, funny drama not violent, it's awkward yo. &amp;amp;I decided to continue working here for a few months before Uni starts! Izzati's continuing too so I won't be alone. Wati wld be joining in as well, ooh yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-1970282227587749236?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/1970282227587749236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=1970282227587749236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/1970282227587749236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/1970282227587749236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2012/02/so-i-finally-ended-my-internship-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-2429294867566906471</id><published>2011-12-13T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T23:38:08.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my kids, my second sis, my fav sis &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: HelveticaNeue, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FLf2bE5wOWE/TwXDeeaWHGI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Fj46-xMh584/s1600/DSC00303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FLf2bE5wOWE/TwXDeeaWHGI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Fj46-xMh584/s320/DSC00303.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694172232206916706" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wy7O1oGBZXU/TwXDfRa10RI/AAAAAAAAAoo/x-28FalAjEI/s320/DSC00304.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694172245899202834" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qN-A2FVg_yA/TwXDd0DGO5I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/VJztqKjqGRk/s320/DSC00302.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694172220835117970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-2429294867566906471?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/2429294867566906471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=2429294867566906471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/2429294867566906471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/2429294867566906471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-kids-my-second-sis-my-fav-sis.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FLf2bE5wOWE/TwXDeeaWHGI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Fj46-xMh584/s72-c/DSC00303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-2795821452516005561</id><published>2011-10-12T16:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T16:26:40.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; It takes a great deal of patience on the behalf of Virgo woman for her relationship with Aquarius man to work. The Virgo woman enjoys being a wife and a mother — she takes great care of her family when they are ill or in need. He might find himself taking advantage of her good helpful nature since when in love with a man her devotion is unmatchable. She does not believe anyone owes her anything, which makes her very self sufficient and that gives Aquarius man a more careless view towards family and life. The downside to a Virgo woman is that she can be very critical of others including her man, knowing her way is the right way. Just behavior can make him detached and cold towards her leading to many new problems in their relationship.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Aquarius man is talented enough to be able to ball all of the things into one and achieve great results that sound very impressive to the Virgo woman. He shows her many new colors of life and gives her wings to fly and discover the dimensions never seen or heard. He becomes fascinated with many things and takes on many projects which cause him to neglect her from time to time. He does not do this purposely; it is that he has a curious mind by nature that needs to constantly be engaged. What brought these two together in the beginning slowly fades if he does not allows her to become involved in his interests. If he does not involve her, she becomes suspicious and begins to lose trust in him. Once she begins to not trust her Aquarius man, she starts to smother him not giving him the independence and freedom he needs to survive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; The Aquarius man and the Virgo woman have a beautiful union when they actually get involved with the purest and deepest feelings to share with each other. She always possesses the practical nature the relationship needs for stability and he continues to have the daydreams that keeps things light and enchanting. He melts the ice of his Virgo woman and makes her tremble with anticipation in the relationship and she promises him the hope for the future. Every bit of earth and every blow of breeze are full of new excitements and involvements for them to be happily enjoyed in each other’s arms.The sexuality between the Aquarius man and the Virgo woman is the best attribute of their relationship. In fact it is the strongest bond that keeps them intact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; One thing that Aquarius man and Virgo Woman have in common is that they are both dreamers by nature. They are both indeed very intellectual beings, but that does not stop them from dreaming. Besides the magnetic sexual connection and dreams they share, there is not much else going on between them. There may be initial attraction but apart from that, there are hardly any positive attributes that may contribute to the relationship’s stability. In fact with time Virgo woman may also find her Aquarius man less considerate about her. And after a while, once they are off with their pleasant talks and all the common traits start diminishing, the negative traits start showing and making the relation worse. In this relationship, the partners have to accept each other as they are, rather than trying to change each other or else it can end in a bad and unworthy relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-2795821452516005561?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/2795821452516005561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=2795821452516005561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/2795821452516005561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/2795821452516005561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-takes-great-deal-of-patience-on.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-943383477727061372</id><published>2011-09-02T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T02:05:06.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Sometimes we don't realise that we are compromising ourselves.  To understand that a person is not good for you, or doesn't treat you the right way, or that he's not doing the right thing for himself - if I stay, then I'm not doing the right thing for me.  I love myself enough to walk away from that now. " &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-943383477727061372?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/943383477727061372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=943383477727061372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/943383477727061372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/943383477727061372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/09/sometimes-we-dont-realise-that-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-7292053444073830561</id><published>2011-08-09T00:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T21:56:55.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best night ever (w/ Boygeous)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If only it lasted forever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-7292053444073830561?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/7292053444073830561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=7292053444073830561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/7292053444073830561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/7292053444073830561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/08/best-night-ever-if-only-it-lasted.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-2556398516536046182</id><published>2011-06-17T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T23:35:30.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blue boys seem to be recognising me. hehe, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First our senior, then the same aged one aka Boygeous friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So that means, Boygeous knows who I am! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-2556398516536046182?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/2556398516536046182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=2556398516536046182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/2556398516536046182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/2556398516536046182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/06/boys-are-so-dumb.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-1531318915836038162</id><published>2011-06-07T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T16:34:20.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Came home yesterday from my much needed vacation @Bintan. Needed the freedom &amp;amp;stress-free days from what everyone is giving me. Everyone is depending on me. As usual. &amp;amp;when they dont get what they want, things get ugly. Really ugly.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took the 6am ferry to Bintan on Friday morning, thank goodness both my tests were during our lab sessions if not i'll miss 40% just like that! :/ Did nothing on the first day except wander the grounds of Bintan Lagoon. Found they had an Arcade, Billiard room, Gym, Laser Tag (Barney Stinson ftw), Archery, 2 pools and it was surround by a beach, nothing new from the last time i've been thr 2 years ago. had an early buffet dinner @Miyuki Restaurant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three words. A-Ma-Zingg! that was the best buffet ever. Feasted on Crabs, Muscles, Smoked Salmon, Sotong Lasagne, Miso Soup! had 4 plates of that. I tried shellfish, quite nice, almost like Octopus. hehehe. moved on to Dessert; Green Tea Cheesecake, Chocolate Brownie Cake, the had Lemon Sorbet, Orange Sorbet and Choc Chip Cookies! Yumm. 50$ for a buffet like that is totally worth it la! I ate so much I think I gained like 5kg? Havent weighed myself yet, so cross fingers im not overweight yet. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crashed at 2. Woke up at 8am for breakfast buffet with Turkey Bacon, Chicken Sausage, Pancakes with Maple Syrup, Eggs and whatsnot. went to the Gym! heehehe, did 60 pull ups &amp;amp;60 even bars push-ups? Bend your arm backwards one. &amp;amp;now my arm muscles ache like Madddd, and swimming after! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Returned back to the room since it started to rain, had dinner after some time at the Golf Club Restaurant. Chicken Rice was 19$ &amp;amp;Char Kuay Teow was 15$. you got to be effing kidding me. I can get 2.50 and 3$ respectively in Sg la please. Overcharge sia. &amp;amp;I ordered Steak Sandwich which was unappetizing. They fried pieces of beef and stuffed it between two bread slices. My mom could do that! My mom makes better tasting beef than that. EVEN I MAKE BETTER TASTING BEEF THAN THAT! That was 20$ for a sandwich. The cheese was hard, when a small portion broke off, i could hear the Thud sound it made when it hit the plate. Pfft. never eating there again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learned how to play Mahjong. &amp;amp;hey, im learning chinese. well learning how to recognise the chinese han yu pin yin. I know how to say, dont know how to write the strokes. HEHE, accepting my chinese side. Slept late again watching Castle. Woke up once again for another buffet breakfast, wanted to go tanning but IT STARTED TO RAIN! had a complete un-tanning holiday. what a disappointment. I was looking forward to getting an even tan! I even brought proper attire this time. HAHAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ferried back &amp;amp;reached at like 4ish. Had a CRABBY dinner with Pompret Fish Steamboat &amp;amp;Sharkfin soup for my mom's pre-birthday celebration. Monday, celebrated my Mommy's birthday. hehehe, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMY! i love youu ttm! She brought me to the Dental @8am, then we walked around Chinatown since we ended at like 9, &amp;amp;i bet you nothing in town would be open. Dined-in @Pizza Hut. hehe, mommy said she'll bring me shopping again! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;Today, ChiaPei crashed my Mac Lab. HoLiChin didnt mind. Im starting to like her. I really do. hehe, then finished my DATABASE for project &amp;amp;pigged out at 85. OMG, LIKE THIS I CONFIRM WILL GAIN WEIGHT! IM EATING SO MUCH GOOD FOOD! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-1531318915836038162?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/1531318915836038162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=1531318915836038162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/1531318915836038162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/1531318915836038162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/06/came-home-yesterday-from-my-much-needed.html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BRpQqbORJ8M/TcaIo5dn6pI/AAAAAAAAAl8/_dUlncP5VPA/s1600/DSC00147.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: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BRpQqbORJ8M/TcaIo5dn6pI/AAAAAAAAAl8/_dUlncP5VPA/s320/DSC00147.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604317022510377618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one of my dearest bestest friends ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with her, i can do the craziest stuff, yet she doesnt judge me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-6456878372211098270?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BRpQqbORJ8M/TcaIo5dn6pI/AAAAAAAAAl8/_dUlncP5VPA/s72-c/DSC00147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-694413684570470319</id><published>2011-05-06T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T17:28:06.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think its fated for me to see &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;girl every Thursday; &amp;amp;believe it or not, i dont even know her name. best huh. when she walks past me, she's like purposely bang into me, or she would whisper in her friends' ear about me. &amp;amp;i bet your friend doesnt want to know shit about me, so cut it out!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-694413684570470319?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-3853915463961573138</id><published>2011-05-01T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T00:02:11.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="455" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/b94M-FGXDSc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you forget all the memories that you made with me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cos baby I didnt/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-3853915463961573138?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/b94M-FGXDSc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-8624814702973769004</id><published>2011-05-01T23:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T14:25:24.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Brought my younger brother out one of the days, &amp;amp;his friends thought i was his girlfriend, HIS GIRLFRIEND! knn, he obviously told 'em im his sister, and they thot i was sec3. or younger. what an insult, they think im a sec 3 girl, when im Year 3 in Poly! 4 years older! hellooooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;anyway, Thurs had a pretty bad day. I get it, you hate me, for reasons I do not want to know. I'll try my best to stay out of your life, &amp;amp;you try your best to not be a bitch okay? I hardly ever talked to you /know you (neither do you know me) &amp;amp;you show me attitude! ): nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, met my girls, i miss SAC. i always say that, because thats' whr all the best things happen. caught Roommate! Leighton Meester, Matt Lanter. &amp;amp;this is yours truly; not minah tyvm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601767859557359074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLBDQgENj4k/Tb16MFcd3eI/AAAAAAAAAl0/7-0IoiM5oug/s320/d24c332fcb8048c0bf5eff40dcdfda1b_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;(taken by Cindy Somerhalder) &lt;/div&gt;Sat, shopping w/ my first sis! NewLook, Forever21 &amp;amp;Topshop! hehe, she bought ALOTALOT! she see, she like, she buy. i also want that please! visited Dharnia! meeting her on Wed! chopped off my hair, its really short now. gna braid it on Wed too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, shopping with the parents, got a new coughcoughTVcough. Daddy, like finally! &amp;amp;he bought some cable that we can connect from lappy to tv, so i can watch it in 42" instead of 13" thankyou Daddy! &amp;amp;Mommy of course! ♥♥♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-8624814702973769004?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/8624814702973769004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=8624814702973769004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/8624814702973769004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/8624814702973769004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/05/thurs-had-pretty-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLBDQgENj4k/Tb16MFcd3eI/AAAAAAAAAl0/7-0IoiM5oug/s72-c/d24c332fcb8048c0bf5eff40dcdfda1b_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-8933919622485165106</id><published>2011-04-19T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T23:49:08.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XsHD2QHCr94/Ta2gH0wEiBI/AAAAAAAAAls/SGAH0GjeBV4/s1600/IMG_2006.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: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XsHD2QHCr94/Ta2gH0wEiBI/AAAAAAAAAls/SGAH0GjeBV4/s320/IMG_2006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597305968171190290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my last few weeks of holidays was worth spending, didnt stay home for a day! i think. friday went to meet Cindy &amp;amp;Peiqi before heading to Zirca at night w/ Chiapei. asked permission from my mom &amp;amp;guess what, she allows! well, she didnt scream at me to protest, but she said i just better be careful and stuff. hehe, i love my mom! ♥&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so was with MC, Kenneth, Isan &amp;amp;Shafiek! we met Xiaoqi thr who was with Dan, Shruthi &amp;amp;another girl. we met Siti, Sarah Rizal &amp;amp;Stacey there! later on, found out that other SACians were thr too! Pam, Candice &amp;amp;about 6 others i think. wah, like a SAC gathering please! hehe, totally had fun la! altho we went from Zirca to Rebel, Zirca Rebel to and fro! &amp;amp;&amp;amp;there were like so many angmohs! *melts*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the night, my name was Blair Waldorf! &amp;amp;Peiqi was Serena Van Der Woodsen. &amp;amp;the damn stupid boys believed la puhlease! &amp;amp;one guy guessed that i was half Chinese, half Portugese. okay, creepy? anyway, there was this totally cute guy who kept glancing at me across the dancefloor when i was at the Platform @Zirca. hehehe. but im Blair so yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stayed til 5ish &amp;amp;cabbed hooome! woke up at 9 to head to my bro-in-laws place for wedding planning, half the time i was sleeping, less than 3hours of sleep okay. go home, gulped down glasses of water, bathe and sleep like finally! hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WE HIT TURBULENCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wedges on Monday, Tues Tanning Session, Wed Outing, Thur French Mani &amp;amp;Pedi. &amp;amp;i got new clothes for the new semester! i think i might look damn auntie in my flower poncho top. ahwells, i'll make it look young, somehow ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-8933919622485165106?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/8933919622485165106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=8933919622485165106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/8933919622485165106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/8933919622485165106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-my-last-week-of-holidays-was-worth.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XsHD2QHCr94/Ta2gH0wEiBI/AAAAAAAAAls/SGAH0GjeBV4/s72-c/IMG_2006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-793811096485105306</id><published>2011-04-17T20:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T22:37:27.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="455" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aSZVYZTze74" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I could turn back the hands of time, I swear I never wna cross that line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should have kept it between us, but no, I went &amp;amp;told the whole world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I sit &amp;amp;I realise with these tears falling from my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I gta change if I wna keep you forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I promise that I'm gna try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I never meant to hurt you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know it's time that I learnt to, treat people I love like I wna be loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a lesson learnt, I hate that I let you down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp;I feel so bad about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess karma comes back around, cos now I'm the one that's hurting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp;I hate that I made you think, that the trust we had is broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So don't tell me you can't forgive me cos nobody's perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-793811096485105306?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/793811096485105306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=793811096485105306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/793811096485105306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/793811096485105306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-i-could-turn-back-hands-of-time-i.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/aSZVYZTze74/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-135849280638554845</id><published>2011-04-08T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T20:07:49.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Less than two weeks til school reopens! &amp;amp;i have yet to know if im doing internship or final year proj/ hehe, getting excited! i have no idea why but yeah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So recently, life has been weird. i am the wedding planner for my olders' sisters' wedding! hehe, fun anot? so i get to choose the flowers, gowns and almost everything, hire photographers &amp;amp;makeup artistes, &amp;amp;she just says if she likes it anot. my wedding is practically settled? all i need now is a Groom. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i'll find him one day&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So just the other day, something weird happened. like very weird i mean, i went out with my Friend, pure friend. i swear. we watched Rio 3d, &amp;amp;then, the people gave us a Couple seat. COUPLE SEAT! he didnt know, neither did i. omg. pure awkwardness okay. then when we roamed around the malls, this group of Matreps just stared as we walked by, heads literally turning with every step we took. even HE said so, cos he was behind me so he saw. &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;i heard them say i got bad taste in guys, i got bad taste meh? ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My taste in guys not so bad what, haha. terrible to other people, except me. heh heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This holiday i've met all my girls. its been the slackest holiday i've ever had! dont have a job, yet go out 3/4 of the week. better than rotting at home right? been meeting each of my girls at least once a week for the entire holiday! you believe? haha, yes. they do make time for me, yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then mani pedi &amp;amp;buffet next week with Sam&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;amp;so far, i've read like 17 books? hehe, 12 more to go! :D&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/20154412-135849280638554845?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/135849280638554845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=135849280638554845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/135849280638554845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/135849280638554845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/04/less-than-two-weeks-til-school-reopens.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-8094155264200180541</id><published>2011-04-05T23:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T15:25:18.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="455" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kALSETZ9ngk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I'll watch your life in pictures, like I used to watch you sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp;I'll feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope its nice where you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope the sun shines, its a beautiful day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp;something reminds you, you wish you had stayed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All that I know is I don't know how to be something you miss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your name, forever the name on my lips, just like our last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-8094155264200180541?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/8094155264200180541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=8094155264200180541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/8094155264200180541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/8094155264200180541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-ill-watch-your-life-in-pictures-like.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kALSETZ9ngk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-7503467536337384795</id><published>2011-03-30T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T23:50:00.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS SONG'S FOR ANYONE WHO'S HAVING A WORST DAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PARTY LIKE ITS NOT,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PARTY LIKE ITS NOT YOUR BIRTHDAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="455" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZH9d5NOL6CU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-7503467536337384795?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/7503467536337384795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=7503467536337384795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/7503467536337384795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/7503467536337384795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/03/party-like-its-not-party-like-its-not.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZH9d5NOL6CU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-330726868449161183</id><published>2011-03-28T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T23:50:59.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yknow, i didnt know when people say sorry, it comes with, "We're even". &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tahan for very long alr. everytime we go out, youve never failed to make me pissed ofF. Every. Single. Time. is it like your  job to make my life a misery? you disturb me, i accept it. but you dont have to keep rubbing it in my face, repeat the same thing over again. stop disturbing me la! my name you want to make fun, my face, what i wear, how i talk, who i am. you not happy with me is it? then too bad la! even on New Years'  i tell you i dont like it, you still continue. your friend had to like talk to me to cool down. then now you had to do it again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stop it la, i dont want to be made fun of or disturbed anymore. you want to make jokes abt me, i dont mind. but dont drag it on til an hour later! is it really that funny?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-330726868449161183?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/330726868449161183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=330726868449161183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/330726868449161183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/330726868449161183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/03/yknow-i-didnt-know-when-people-say.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-2049157863894112904</id><published>2011-03-24T16:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T20:26:02.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tequila Shots have no kick.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;awh, so sweet.  she said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"in life you only need a few close friends. &amp;amp;you dont have to worry, you got marieta what!" (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;that made me smile! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-2049157863894112904?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/2049157863894112904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=2049157863894112904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/2049157863894112904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/2049157863894112904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/03/tequila-shots-have-no-kick.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-6316516029521002232</id><published>2011-03-21T21:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T23:03:46.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T4ntxB4gn7Y/TYdUXzLirUI/AAAAAAAAAlc/wZ5wjMiyrfc/s1600/IMG_1909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T4ntxB4gn7Y/TYdUXzLirUI/AAAAAAAAAlc/wZ5wjMiyrfc/s320/IMG_1909.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586526630628732226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my two favorite wild girls, hehe(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love my babes ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MCsAGIJqbjA/TYdUYZh5yGI/AAAAAAAAAlk/jTxaFOZWkdM/s1600/IMG_1906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MCsAGIJqbjA/TYdUYZh5yGI/AAAAAAAAAlk/jTxaFOZWkdM/s320/IMG_1906.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586526640923068514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see my eyebags? *faints* damn poofy please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H8JuMNJrL5g/TYdUXafKbCI/AAAAAAAAAlU/-1ZTnR4Ye7E/s1600/IMG_1929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H8JuMNJrL5g/TYdUXafKbCI/AAAAAAAAAlU/-1ZTnR4Ye7E/s320/IMG_1929.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586526624000142370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love this babe, can trust her with any &amp;amp;everything ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pjm7dNhLh1s/TYdUXPo25-I/AAAAAAAAAlM/PKud0yhQKe0/s1600/IMG_1919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pjm7dNhLh1s/TYdUXPo25-I/AAAAAAAAAlM/PKud0yhQKe0/s320/IMG_1919.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586526621088016354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my new hair color, not naise right, mcm ahlian! haish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jr10-1vw7Kw/TYdR4GyfnOI/AAAAAAAAAlE/RlMixReA-rk/s1600/tumblr_lieped5RFQ1qaf612o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jr10-1vw7Kw/TYdR4GyfnOI/AAAAAAAAAlE/RlMixReA-rk/s320/tumblr_lieped5RFQ1qaf612o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586523887113313506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hehe, aint he adorable? ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today &amp;amp;tomorrow i got chalet, anybody wna go? i only know 1 person so yeah. my malay friends dont drink, so i cant bring them along! my besties are either working, or schooling (JC /MI) and the rest are busy with their boyfie. can i have a boyfriend too, then can drag him along with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; would you people be angels to like this link for me?  (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=202884446405533&amp;amp;set=a.202878049739506.55773.115572838470028&amp;amp;theater"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=202884446405533&amp;amp;set=a.202878049739506.55773.115572838470028&amp;amp;theater&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-6316516029521002232?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/6316516029521002232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=6316516029521002232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/6316516029521002232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/6316516029521002232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-two-favorite-wild-girls-hehe-love-my.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T4ntxB4gn7Y/TYdUXzLirUI/AAAAAAAAAlc/wZ5wjMiyrfc/s72-c/IMG_1909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-1499947198320282729</id><published>2011-03-20T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T23:37:10.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>havent blogged in like forever? honestly boys are such sweet talkers. im never believing another word they say. its all the same coming from everyone's mouth. they say its the truth, but who am i to believe it right? all talk but no action!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;now know that i AM recognisable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this guy asked me if im from TP, im like yeah. then his friend said, "hey, youre the girl from the pool place @Parkway right!" (yes too) &amp;amp;guess what! the friend is the TOTALLY CUTE &amp;amp;HOTSTUFF boy that i saw almost everyday at lunch time @ITAS! one of the blue shirt boys but sadly NOT Boygeouss. maybe Boygeous doesnt club. heh, i know the friend does! they are Yr3 studs, now graduate alr. Boygeous is Yr2! (now Yr3) like me. oh, &amp;amp;that guy IS my senior from Rock Climbing, &amp;amp;he said he recognised me when I got in but i disappeared after a while, he also okayy, not only me! but sadly, i didnt know he was on the climbing team. ahemm/.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh oh oh, i almost scored a 3. gpa for this semster, sadly its only 2.9 lor. pathetic please, but its the best gpa i've ever gotten, see la, slack too much now too late to increase my gpa. &gt;:(  me is not happy! i only have 1 more year, &amp;amp;i really think its hopeless to pull up my gpa unless a get a full 4. not possible right:/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today met my beloved Cleo! Yay, went on shopping spree for face stuffs, actually eyebag stuffs. heh, we both have horrible panda eyes, mine's worst. right eye is Poofy /Puffy, my left eye is black! 23rd anyone going. got event leh! &amp;amp;guestlist, wed night right. haha, i no need guestlist! :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got a new wardrobe, to expand my current one; its overflowing! i'll start packing soon, but confirm when sch reopen its back to the messy, unkempt me. confirm one. i'll post more peektures tomorrow! finally get to stay home! Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-1499947198320282729?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/1499947198320282729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=1499947198320282729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/1499947198320282729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/1499947198320282729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/03/havent-blogged-in-like-forever-honestly.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-1812553657400506968</id><published>2011-03-16T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T23:38:20.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="455" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uMnbFq8vpZs" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know how you feel inside, you're in love &amp;amp;so am I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But you're with some other guy, I should be the one by your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He cheated, made you feel no good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told you that he would, I knew he'd make you cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're broken let me make it better, glue you back together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just give me a try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like you're less than fucking perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you get with me, I will never make you feel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;any less than fucking perfect, you'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At his house you found her clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tried to play you and say "who's are those"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's so stupid, here's how I know, what kind of genius would let perfection go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's conceited, only bout himself, he loves nobody else, he aint even fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's gna take time to heal that hole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exactly how long I don't know but you got pain &amp;amp;I know a remedy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You gta start kickin' with someone like me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now you're over-analyzing all your thoughts, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Start thinking it's all your fault,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby girl don't you go blaming yourself cos, he's just a douchebag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was hoping you'd let me replace him, I would straight erase him right out of your mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're just a douchebag&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Buhbye &lt;b&gt;(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-1812553657400506968?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/1812553657400506968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=1812553657400506968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/1812553657400506968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/1812553657400506968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-know-how-you-feel-inside-youre-in.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uMnbFq8vpZs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-5173629949433696092</id><published>2011-03-05T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T16:33:12.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;gave Singapore Zoo a long awaited visit on Wed after waiting in NP for 2hours alone. saw very pretty animals, like the tigers &amp;amp;cheetahs, jaguar &amp;amp;leopard &amp;amp;the kittycat! omg, im starting to love cats. hehe, especially orange ones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L5lcGaSNk9k/TXYxo5woyoI/AAAAAAAAAj0/k0p8xY3ruUw/s1600/IMG_1852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L5lcGaSNk9k/TXYxo5woyoI/AAAAAAAAAj0/k0p8xY3ruUw/s320/IMG_1852.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581703366941657730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nzzvAPJzY0/TXYxofyenAI/AAAAAAAAAjs/xvh8JUZR5i4/s1600/IMG_1840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0nzzvAPJzY0/TXYxofyenAI/AAAAAAAAAjs/xvh8JUZR5i4/s320/IMG_1840.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581703359970057218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;isnt this cat the prettiest thing you've ever seen?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V1gsWZxkUs4/TXYxoJv1KXI/AAAAAAAAAjk/2UqEluzrMU4/s1600/IMG_1797.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V1gsWZxkUs4/TXYxoJv1KXI/AAAAAAAAAjk/2UqEluzrMU4/s1600/IMG_1797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V1gsWZxkUs4/TXYxoJv1KXI/AAAAAAAAAjk/2UqEluzrMU4/s320/IMG_1797.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581703354053372274" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-72-MWb1cQ/TXYxnwUbrbI/AAAAAAAAAjc/OVCaVHlCaF0/s1600/IMG_1771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-72-MWb1cQ/TXYxnwUbrbI/AAAAAAAAAjc/OVCaVHlCaF0/s320/IMG_1771.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581703347227569586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there were South African penguins, but no Pandas! WHAT KIND OF ZOO HAS NO PANDAS HUH! Grrr, the Panda place is gna open in 2012, so i'll be thr to visit my Pandas once again. no Polar Bears either! the elephants were stinky, &amp;amp;the horses were charming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp;this animal is adorable! antelope is it? no idea:/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GBUOlIUDoYg/TXY1N8r5nNI/AAAAAAAAAkE/uHUJqsBuKDY/s1600/IMG_1870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GBUOlIUDoYg/TXY1N8r5nNI/AAAAAAAAAkE/uHUJqsBuKDY/s320/IMG_1870.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581707301917138130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp;this horse so poor thing, it was standing thr doing nothing;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reminds me of Black Beauty(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_VsfotY2Rt0/TXY1Np8-r1I/AAAAAAAAAj8/tIu0zmpn2kg/s1600/IMG_1812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_VsfotY2Rt0/TXY1Np8-r1I/AAAAAAAAAj8/tIu0zmpn2kg/s320/IMG_1812.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581707296888500050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh, then we went on to the Night Safari! i want to go again! this time on Halloween;D got the scary scary ghost. hehehe^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thurs, planned to go Marina Barrage but it was raining cats &amp;amp;dogs, so played pool at the usual place instead. Sat met some Aussie teens &amp;amp;boy were their accent addictive. wink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday had a movie marathon! wasted 7bucks on microwavable popcorn! first bag; Burnt. second bag; Black! third bag, nothing popped. #fail. ended up eating Pizza &amp;amp;chilli sausages, hehe. bought ice cream &amp;amp;chips but ended up not eating them, watched Harry Potter &amp;amp;How I Met Your Mother reruns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this holiday im catching up on my reading! &amp;amp;in need of a job, at the rate im spending. finished 2 books; 9 more to go. i got my own personal library just opposite from my house:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp;last picture of the day; &lt;b&gt;MY LIONLOVE&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i will forever love babies like this, but my baby more! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhm9z523891qg1ukzo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhm9z523891qg1ukzo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 332px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-5173629949433696092?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/5173629949433696092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=5173629949433696092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/5173629949433696092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/5173629949433696092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/03/gave-singapore-zoo-long-awaited-visit.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L5lcGaSNk9k/TXYxo5woyoI/AAAAAAAAAj0/k0p8xY3ruUw/s72-c/IMG_1852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-4884706139507297106</id><published>2011-03-03T00:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T23:02:41.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Beautiful, heartfelt song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Listening to it over &amp;amp;over again can really make you cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;" I am forever keeping my Angel close "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nQY4dIxY1H4?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-4884706139507297106?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/4884706139507297106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=4884706139507297106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/4884706139507297106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/4884706139507297106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/03/chris-medina-what-are-words.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nQY4dIxY1H4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-7659712485466940758</id><published>2011-02-28T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:58:11.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The 12-year-old girl who silenced the world for 6 minutes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="455" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xPx5r35Aymc" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-7659712485466940758?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/7659712485466940758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=7659712485466940758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/7659712485466940758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/7659712485466940758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/02/12-year-old-girl-who-silenced-world-for.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xPx5r35Aymc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-8673178002484895180</id><published>2011-02-26T16:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T19:58:12.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;last day of sch was so awesome, hehe. after my paper went to Tamp to catch &lt;b&gt;I Am Number Four&lt;/b&gt;; it was goooood. i like Alex Pettyfer's hair! his shaggy look makes him dead drop gorgeous! &amp;amp;Dianna Agron my favourite, pure beauty. &amp;amp;&amp;amp;Teresa Palmer, why is she so hot? love her hair, and her body, omg. so jealous. the bad chic look totally suits her. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;met my 2 favorite girls at the airport whr they studied, &amp;amp;we went to the arcade, hehe. the guy so naise, he helped us &amp;amp;we won these 3 babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8CgkV2P5bb0/TWkeF4hJeoI/AAAAAAAAAjM/FG1fXfNWRPA/s1600/bearbear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8CgkV2P5bb0/TWkeF4hJeoI/AAAAAAAAAjM/FG1fXfNWRPA/s320/bearbear.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578022699894667906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cute huh, ikr! guess which one is mine? :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those two girls very terrible, they snapped a photo of me then posted on twitter "Free minah. Call 9*** ****" i am not a minah okay? got people reply, one of it was "Not minah enough" hehe, &amp;amp;he showed a picture of a real minah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to Chiapei's hse &amp;amp;stayed thr til 3am. hehehe, we tried to paint UJ, but failed miserably. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehe, tried to study the day before, but then camwhored with Wati's lappy :p &amp;amp;Kas. finally satisfied my Pizza craving! Yay! bought the medium one then shared with Kas &amp;amp;the 3 other guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RZuHHfXbGTs/TWkeGFmyHaI/AAAAAAAAAjU/ew5tIAZcD-M/s1600/21ca5bs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RZuHHfXbGTs/TWkeGFmyHaI/AAAAAAAAAjU/ew5tIAZcD-M/s320/21ca5bs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578022703407963554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was biting my lip &amp;amp;now it looks as tho my smile is crooked:/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;i will never do anything you ask from me. its my body, i decide what I want to do with it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-8673178002484895180?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/8673178002484895180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=8673178002484895180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/8673178002484895180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/8673178002484895180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/02/last-day-of-sch-was-so-awesome-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8CgkV2P5bb0/TWkeF4hJeoI/AAAAAAAAAjM/FG1fXfNWRPA/s72-c/bearbear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-6254468537157227909</id><published>2011-02-22T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T23:57:12.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been quite a while since ive been wearing shorts &amp;amp;now i know why i hated it from all the stares. they, the blind people, think my legs are "long &amp;amp;skinny". how i know, cos they told me. my legs whr got skinny sia, SO FAT! my thighs are like cow fats. HAHAHAH! im serious!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway had my SSSD presentation tdy; sucked cos i hardly presented anything. sigh, i'll save you the complains. twitter had more of my complains than needed. i just had to complain okay! urgh, i vehveh sad. &amp;amp;disappointed. thought thr was a chance to pull up my grades but doubt so. hmm, well, just gta study for OOAD test on friday instead.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 more days til holiday begins, people alr asking me go coughcough alr. siao one , havent finish exams wna go alr. see how, hehe. veh difficult to find guys to protect us ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see la, i got itchy fingers, i regret dying my hair again. now my hair like dry only! urgh, &amp;amp;it isnt the color that i wanted! i want redRed! nehmind, sooner it wont be as dry, i shld really stop dying my hair. kill me, why cant i look normal with natural black hair? ):&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/20154412-6254468537157227909?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/6254468537157227909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=6254468537157227909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/6254468537157227909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/6254468537157227909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-been-quite-while-since-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-6756068175989698623</id><published>2011-02-21T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T00:17:29.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Temasek Poly&lt;/b&gt; is now my second home; how depressing. Friday went to sch lika good girl, @12 for proj, then lect. this Fri got test mah, revision stuffs! Saturday went to sch, from 10 to 10? for test, then later project work. Sunday went to sch, from 1 to 9, today went to sch 12 to 10 also. &amp;amp;that is how I spent my weekend, great or what? everyday go sch, bring lappy AND charger! no lunch &amp;amp;no dinner. non-stop hardcore project work, cries. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate Web Services, its so urgh! stress la, hair grow white. pimples all pop out. )': &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grow older faster! eyebags become bigger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tmr is my presentation, i scaredddddd:/ hopefully it will go just fine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cant wait for Friday! thats when the real holiday starts, need to repaint my ugly nails, i wna paint UJ, hehehe^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-6756068175989698623?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/6756068175989698623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=6756068175989698623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/6756068175989698623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/6756068175989698623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/02/temasek-poly-is-now-my-second-home-how.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-1677625581464426461</id><published>2011-02-19T22:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T00:06:26.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;spent my whole &lt;b&gt;Saturday &lt;/b&gt;in sch, from 10am to 9pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;@10 had NKM written test, can pass la, at least a B^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;found PatLow to know my NKM results, got a B for 85%, Yay! B is alr 3.0 gpa lor, baik la! OOAD is an A, almost 4.0! but next fri got written test. hopefully i'll keep up the &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt; streak. heh, stayed back to do my SSSD, 4 pages can work alr, &amp;amp;im gna do the designing, funnn^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GPhc0oF1-d0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were in love, we both felt the same, why we let it go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell me whr it all went wrong, that's what I got to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cos I feel you even though we're apart, &amp;amp;without you thr's a hole in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baby, what happened to us?&lt;/b&gt; What happened to us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thought that I could get over you, oh baby that is so far from true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think that we oughta work it out, Like air your love I cant live without&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dont leave me in doubt saying I Love, still hurts, still burns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I miss you more with each day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-1677625581464426461?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/1677625581464426461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=1677625581464426461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/1677625581464426461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/1677625581464426461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/02/we-were-in-love-we-both-felt-same-why.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GPhc0oF1-d0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-1023586225144882757</id><published>2011-02-17T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T23:26:08.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like crying. i got my first F in Poly. well, actually in my whole life for any assignment /proj i've done, minimum C! &amp;amp;i got a fucking F, for Fail. not Fantastic. #fml. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Subject&lt;/b&gt;: SSSD (Server Side Software Development)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teacher&lt;/b&gt;: HO LI CHIN, fuck you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she gave me a fucking F for my Interim Report! )': &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i got an A for my Practical Test, &amp;amp;a C for my Written Test, so much for studying last minute. Yay(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank goodness its only 10% lor &amp;amp;my Practical Test is 20%, maybe it will lift my F up to an E? hopefully a D. haish, do disappointed. even when i saw Boygeous, seeing his face also cldnt cheer me up! how the fuck did i get an F for that! Urgh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday, overslept &amp;amp;missed SSSD. holichin's class, then met Myzza♥ for lunch! caught up of stuffs before heading to my MBWS. did my Demo; hehe, thanks Bevin for helping me with it! if not confirm cannot pass lor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im getting fatter, my tummy is. i look 3 months preggers! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-1023586225144882757?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/1023586225144882757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=1023586225144882757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/1023586225144882757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/1023586225144882757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-feel-like-crying.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-1356616558986915169</id><published>2011-02-16T23:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T23:39:47.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can you hear that distinct voice, its so naise ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the highest pitch one! hate low voices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="440" height="310" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JEYhGhdwMKI" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lets just get back together, we should have never broke up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Theyre telling me that my heart wont beat again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We should have stayed together, cos when you left me it stopped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Theyre telling me that my heart wont beat again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its killing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I died, would you come to my funeral,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Would you cry, would you feel some regret that we didnt try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or would you fall apart, the same as I!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-1356616558986915169?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/1356616558986915169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=1356616558986915169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/1356616558986915169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/1356616558986915169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/02/lets-just-get-back-together-we-should.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JEYhGhdwMKI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-8480251955186784878</id><published>2011-02-14T22:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T18:52:13.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Zf_i7TakXvI?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why are musicians so damn fucking hot? *melts*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just like &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;oygeous whom i saw tdy, :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Valentines' Day sucked, no Valentineeee &lt;\3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just didnt like any of those guys who asked me :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;guess how i spent it, watched The Notebook @12am slept @3am, watched Titanic @10pm. all the sappy love stories, with my comfort food, ice cream &amp;amp;chocolates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;another busy week; Wed NKM Presentation, Thurs MBWS Report &amp;amp;Presentation, Sat NKM Test, Mon SSSD Report, Thurs SSSD Presentation, Fri OOAD Test. then its hello holidays &amp;amp;partying &amp;amp;work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my NKM report was handed in late, not me okay. i finished it the night before. thats minus &lt;b&gt;10%&lt;/b&gt; /&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt;marks alr okay! #fml. thats 2 &lt;b&gt;grades&lt;/b&gt; different )': &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[told you im becoming a nerd, i used to say, "Ah heck care la, 5 marks only!"]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-8480251955186784878?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/8480251955186784878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=8480251955186784878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/8480251955186784878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/8480251955186784878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/02/ataris-boys-of-summer-live.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Zf_i7TakXvI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-3167623397489381342</id><published>2011-02-12T15:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T22:54:06.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Black Swan was awesome ♥&lt;div&gt;Girls, dont watch it with a guy okay(;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but later on, a bird shitted in my Yami Yoghurt. ew, &lt;div&gt;people ask me go buy 4D! but idk how:/&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is the 2nd time i kena. same place; outside Heeren, &amp;amp;around the same time too! hopefully it aint the same day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to Tamp to meet Joanna for like an hour? was deciding if i shld stay overnight again, hehe. but in the end, went home, cab home actually. why do busses end so early! tsk ):&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/20154412-3167623397489381342?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/3167623397489381342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=3167623397489381342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/3167623397489381342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/3167623397489381342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/02/bird-shitted-in-my-yami-yoghurt-last.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-5852101378731424636</id><published>2011-02-10T20:26:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T22:59:50.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May all your desired wishes come true &amp;amp;hope you'd stay happy forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6&gt; I celebrated your 19th with you &amp;amp;I hoped to celebrate your 20th too.&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-5852101378731424636?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/5852101378731424636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=5852101378731424636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/5852101378731424636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/5852101378731424636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-20th-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-3534298050534114404</id><published>2011-02-08T23:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T11:21:10.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tdy was a bad day; but every other day is, especially when i dont see &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;oygeous smilee. never see him around sch for almost 2 weeks! ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;first, overslept. but thank goodness i wasnt late, both buses came as soon as i reached the bus stop &amp;amp;i was skinny enough to squeeze in. heh. then in class my computer cldnt work, tyvm! went opp the lab just to use a comp, Grr~ &amp;amp;i got an SSSD test tmr @6pm? i end at 4pm, how now brown cow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;had an hr break so i went Tamp to find my friend during her break too! while i was walking some guy approached me, i thot he was asking me to do some survey since he held a file against his chest. but then i saw him mouth the word "Number" &amp;amp;i walked away. dont call me evil. i didnt see his whole group of friends behind him, they all stared at me. ): WHAT I DO SIA! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went back to sch again &amp;amp;boy, was this lab boring, i could literally sleep, we were doing the Case Study configuration and stuff, i swear i dont understand this shit. Hate it, hate it, hate it! Urgh! tried to study for SSSD but failed miserably cos I cldnt print notes &amp;amp;had access to the internet. hehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;something terribly embarrassing happened after that, omg. luckily everything was okay in the end. thats why i concluded the bad day part. sigh. had dinner @Banquet w/ Gong Cha Milk Tea! its nice, but i prefer Koi's pearls. Yummiliciously chewable! Yays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;better start studying for tmr's test! not forgetting i got NKM report due one Thurs. then also have MBWS case study, configuring the AP shitzx &amp;amp;wireless client shitzx. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but i enjoyed my Sunday, morning went to church then had lunch @Ikea! Cheeken Wings are awesome. piggygerl92! hehe, then by the time i reached home had to head out to meet Chiapei &amp;amp;Jeanette &amp;amp;Joseph to go Cindy's house. hehe, played BlackJack &amp;Taiti; im really getting good. hehe, or maybe its just the feng shui. hahah, i didnt loose money, won a couple of bucks tho! played Spongebob Monopoly, Harry Potter something, &amp;amp;Pictionary. haha, FUN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;later on bussed down to Tamp to meet Joanna! my bus was filled with NS boyssss, &amp;amp;all of them waved bye to me when i alighted. i was the only girl thr, sigh. no wonder. one guy even tried talking to me, thankgoodness for earphones. hehe. then i stayed over at Joanna's house! on a Sunday night. monday we both had sch but who cares right? hahah, i skipped mondays' lect &amp;amp;THATS WHY I DIDNT GET TO SEE BOYGEOUS. #fml, wati saw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i need to start bringing my phone USB cable to sch. this phone suck, the batt die very fast okay! omg la, why! less than 2 days die alr. sien, charge in sch best. free electricity. HAHAHA! im paying for sch fees anyway! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tmr is Taylor Swift concert! shld i go? he said he can bring me in! Backstage pass. hehehe, but then wldnt i be making use of him just cos of that? later he think i like him how :/ k la, i tak nak pegi. wo bu yaooooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for the very first time, it felt weird to see your name on my phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7 months late. &lt;\3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-3534298050534114404?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/3534298050534114404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=3534298050534114404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/3534298050534114404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/3534298050534114404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/02/tdy-was-bad-day-but-every-other-day-is.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-2470575815823579265</id><published>2011-02-04T23:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T23:12:46.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;had tons of fun shopping with Cleo on Tues &amp;amp;finally bought my heels, cream one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Supposed to head over to Gym /Sauna /Swimming but then we took a longer time shopping than we expected. we carried our clothes, shoes and all to Town! stupidgerlzx92. in the end, headed home early bcos we planned to go Gym in the morn, but then we talked on the phone til like 4am? omg, when was the last time i talked until that late! gosh, woke up late so no time to go Gym in the end. window shopped &amp;amp;went over to Cleo's house to paint nails! hehehe, i borrowed her color &amp;amp;did manicure for the both of us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TU0TYBg4DWI/AAAAAAAAAik/xIR2nalvFcc/s1600/DSC00083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TU0TYBg4DWI/AAAAAAAAAik/xIR2nalvFcc/s320/DSC00083.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570129617571286370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is like my best mani i did for myself! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had Steamboat for reunion dinner @my place with 2 Auntys &amp;amp;the Sis &lt;strike&gt;boyfriend&lt;/strike&gt; fiance. next day headed over to Auntys place for lunch! i wore my Slut Skirt, like finalleh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TU1430zpJ7I/AAAAAAAAAis/XS2usQlxXV4/s1600/DSC000631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TU1430zpJ7I/AAAAAAAAAis/XS2usQlxXV4/s320/DSC000631.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570241214590560178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then went to Bendemeer then back to my Aunty's house again &amp;amp;guess who came over as well! my Godma's family! so we hung out thr for a longer than expected time, Sis fiance also came over as well. Wow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i kiap-ed my hand whilst straightening my hair, pain sia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TU144qAxXkI/AAAAAAAAAi8/v6Bxkyg_daQ/s1600/DSC00018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TU144qAxXkI/AAAAAAAAAi8/v6Bxkyg_daQ/s320/DSC00018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570241228872703554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TU14470VcmI/AAAAAAAAAjE/YKxek7p4Ql4/s1600/Picture0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TU144frf_DI/AAAAAAAAAi0/maTUUj8K4g0/s1600/DSC00036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TU144frf_DI/AAAAAAAAAi0/maTUUj8K4g0/s320/DSC00036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570241226099129394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp;i finally know how to wear my cute peacock headband, hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp;lastly me! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TU14470VcmI/AAAAAAAAAjE/YKxek7p4Ql4/s1600/Picture0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TU14470VcmI/AAAAAAAAAjE/YKxek7p4Ql4/s320/Picture0176.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570241233652380258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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/20154412-2470575815823579265?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/2470575815823579265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=2470575815823579265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/2470575815823579265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/2470575815823579265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/02/had-tons-of-fun-shopping-with-cleo-on.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TU0TYBg4DWI/AAAAAAAAAik/xIR2nalvFcc/s72-c/DSC00083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-2343153018199275837</id><published>2011-02-01T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T00:00:15.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I wish you never did what you did;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;cos a year later, I still feel the same way about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&amp;amp;I dont know how to change that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Give me back my key to my heart so I can give it to someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-2343153018199275837?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/2343153018199275837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=2343153018199275837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/2343153018199275837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/2343153018199275837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-wish-you-never-did-what-you-did-cos.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-8070943726883453190</id><published>2011-01-28T23:49:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T16:45:02.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tdy is officially the worst day ever; scratch the other day! yknow why? some bitch, banged into me which caused my phone to fly out of my hand and made a horrible ugly crashbang sound onto the dirty disgusting wet ground @Tamp Inter. she didnt even turn around to apologize okay! she continued walking around like the Queen of Sheeba. cheebs. i want to curse her okay! my phone is only 12 days old! even i, myself never dropped it before okay! i almost cried. in public. well, it wont be the first time anyway! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;amp;i also didnt see Boygeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;im becoming a nerd. for the past 3 semesters, i've only been handing in assignments on the day itself, lika few mins bfor its due? now, i hand them in the day before! like ohemgee? whats wrong with me? why the sudden good girl act? &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;this whole week, the tests were honestly simple! NKM i knew some la, the rest anyhow tikam. SSSD i finished in like 15mins? simple much? tdy OOAD i finished in less than 30mins since i need to draw 2 diagrams. nerd much? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;Boygeous doesnt seem to be interested at all. he never looks my way. my life is sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" What kinda guy wld I be if I walked out when she needed me the most "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="200" height="190" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/elaXeN15isM" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want this type of guy, the guy with a beautiful heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in sickness &amp;amp;in health, he would look after me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-8070943726883453190?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/8070943726883453190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=8070943726883453190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/8070943726883453190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/8070943726883453190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/01/tdy-is-officially-worst-day-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/elaXeN15isM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-643388083833867429</id><published>2011-01-23T23:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T00:14:01.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had an awesome time with three of my girls on friday! first met Wati @Pasir Ris, in the end, we went to Tamp &amp;amp;watch Burlesque! MY new FAVORITE SHOW! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its so glam! love the shoes &amp;amp;heels &amp;amp;sparklessss. the dresses, the dancing, the cute (altho revealing) outfits, the simple (yet stunning) make-up, the diamonds! ♥♥♥. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christina Aguilera is so stunning! pretty &amp;amp;hott! i wna be like her ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp;Cam Gigandet is such a hottie, yummeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.igossip.com/photos_2/january_2011/cam_gigandet_shirtless_burlesque.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Want some cookies? (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hehehe, cute jammies btw;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;then bussed down to meet my two favorite girls; Cindy &amp;amp;Chiapei! ♥♥♥ Salmon Belly, Hotate Soba &amp;amp;Chocolate Ice Cream Wafer ♥ im gna grow fat! then lepaked @Coffee Bean @Paragon! cabbed home, with a Cockroach wandering around the cab! creepy! ew ew ew ew ew &amp;amp;the driver didnt care? i seem to be cabbing alot lately, to sch. to home. HAHAH, im not spoilt, i just like having someone to drive me around; hi chauffer (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;had another awesome time with another favorite girl, Sam ♥♥♥ attempted to shop, but because she was 2 hours late! yes &lt;b&gt;TWO&lt;/b&gt;. we had less time to shop, so much for asking me to meet her earlier huh. Joanna joined us later one &amp;amp;we sat outside Ion catching up for the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;amp;today, met my favorite-est girl, Cleo! ♥♥♥ this time, major shopping! bought my Zara skirt, so &lt;i&gt;fluffay&lt;/i&gt;! :D but its brown, not blue, blue oos ): bought a purple dress &amp;amp;new jacket, heh. gna buy shoes, thats the only missing thing for my cny outfit! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;amp;Wed gna meet another favorite girl; Dhar♥♥♥ cant wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;wo ai wo de SAC girls ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;havent touched my lappy for 2 days! friday &amp;amp;saturday! this week is gna be a busy&lt;i&gt;stressful&lt;/i&gt;busy week for me, i have three tests &amp;amp;an assignment due. gah, just shoot me please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SSSD on Tuesday, NKM on Wednesday, OOAD on Friday. OOAD assignment due on Friday also. siennn leh, i think by the end of this week my face would explode with pimples &amp;amp;i'd have white hair too! booooo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-643388083833867429?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/643388083833867429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=643388083833867429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/643388083833867429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/643388083833867429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/01/had-awesome-time-with-three-of-my-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-2362916608882443350</id><published>2011-01-18T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T00:31:56.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was officially the worst day this year so far, my work i did at 2am was deleted, had to redo. so slept late, overslept. had lesson @9, woke up after 9! gosh, look horrendous today! &amp;amp;tdy is the day coughcoughcough. hehehe. Dad sent me to sch, but was still marked late.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;its obvious that i look weird /funny /ugly without eyeliner! everyone is noticing it! these 2 days i was ohso lazy to wear eyeliner so just went to sch like that! yesterday, first thing Wati said was "omg, youre not wearing eyeliner" then tdy, first thing Afiq said was "omg, youre not wearing any makeup!" sama je!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finished my MBWS presentation (30%) i think im like gna fail? cos i didnt what shit i was saying:/ its useless la this presentation. tsk. this Fri SSSD; easy enough, just research &amp;amp;web design! my favorite^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so excited for Chinese New Year! hehehe, i need to go buy clothes! first day gna have reunion dinner @Aunties House! Mom bought B &amp;amp;J's ice cream. yummeh! thr's gna be Sushi /Sashimi (maybe) &amp;amp;my utmost favorite BAKKWA! OMG! i want, craving for it already! )':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wna know you; your smile is just boygeous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it just makes my day everytime i see it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-2362916608882443350?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/2362916608882443350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=2362916608882443350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/2362916608882443350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/2362916608882443350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-obvious-that-i-look-weird-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-8076196893173039993</id><published>2011-01-16T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T18:34:47.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A relationship is like a rose. How long it lasts, no one knows. Love can erase an awful past, love can be yours, you'll see at last. To feel that love, it makes you sigh. To have it leave, you'd rather die. You hope you've found that special rose, cause you love and care for the one you choose.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TTgPV81vNCI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/b67jjY7TjfM/s320/IMG_1657.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564214209399436322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ohyeah, xperia baybeh! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-8076196893173039993?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/8076196893173039993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=8076196893173039993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/8076196893173039993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/8076196893173039993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/01/relationship-is-like-rose.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TTgPV81vNCI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/b67jjY7TjfM/s72-c/IMG_1657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-8975762870359101025</id><published>2011-01-14T16:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T00:09:00.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am no more a Virgin, im a Lioness now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RAWR!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but i'd rather be a Virgo lor. its personalities suit me more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;im so happy, i got another A for my ooad report, whee~! it is possible to lift my gpa afterall, im aiming for an A+ /* for ooad this whole sem. better start on my project then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;guess who i saw for the 2nd time this week, &lt;i&gt;wink winkks&lt;/i&gt;. (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-8975762870359101025?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/8975762870359101025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=8975762870359101025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/8975762870359101025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/8975762870359101025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-no-more-virgin-in-lioness-now-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-2117085531812337312</id><published>2011-01-11T22:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T23:57:56.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"ehh, dont put infront of her, later she cut her finger" i still remember that line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no one has ever said anything like that to me. &lt;b&gt;EVER.&lt;/b&gt; never in a million years! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_leu0skrOml1qdw1ofo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PANDAAAAAAAA~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want all in my bedd right now! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate on you so much until I can't tell you that I need you, for my pride gets in the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-2117085531812337312?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/2117085531812337312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=2117085531812337312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/2117085531812337312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/2117085531812337312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/01/omg-im-starting-to-miss-him.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-3790549844225684934</id><published>2011-01-10T00:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T23:41:09.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;first week of sch so boring. i have 3 hour breaks on Tues &amp;amp;Wed. abit sien right! tues went to pei my friend at Parkway! on Wed, stayed back in the lab to complete scripting. Gosh, i miss scripting. its so easy I wna do it again please! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think this year passed really fast, its already the 10th! since its in the morning. ahwells. i think every year it just keeps on going faster. too tired of living alr! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can somebody chase this guy away. he's so damn fucking annoying. i didnt even give him my number no idea whr he got it from. he doesnt even wna tell me his name! can you believe it?! i dont reply, he call! knn, the only thing i reply is "go away", still dont wna bug off. i say fuck off he say "you want to fuck? okay" kp dont understand is it? fucking perv. huhr huhr! can block number anot! i want to! this is called harrassment! )':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehehe, so happy got an A in OOAD. studying really works (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_la14wdOyAz1qacoyto1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-3790549844225684934?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/3790549844225684934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=3790549844225684934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/3790549844225684934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/3790549844225684934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-week-of-sch-so-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-1970166662825794047</id><published>2011-01-07T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T15:22:41.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just woke up not long ago. &amp;amp;i had a really weird dream. its a nightmare actually. its about you. &amp;amp;you had someone else; i dont wna know, so i wont bother finding out :/ LALALALALA~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Sometimes, it is just as important to explain things just as difficult as it is"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-1970166662825794047?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/1970166662825794047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=1970166662825794047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/1970166662825794047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/1970166662825794047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-woke-up-not-long-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-2364553020208757153</id><published>2011-01-02T19:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T16:57:10.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy New Years Everyone! I know it's a lil late, sorry. Hope everyone had fun, i definitely did! watched the beautiful fireworks! i love my camera, there's a firework mode, hehehe how awesome is that tell me? :D this is one of the pics, the rest are on fb! its blur cos well, my hands are shaaaaky. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TSCO1H3sU3I/AAAAAAAAAiA/MSRPXgQxQCk/s320/IMG_1602.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557598983472042866" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, &amp;amp;the day before, 30th i went to 13cells. its freaky lor! the monsta keep on scaring me, then got one girl, she acted like a pontianak kept on screaming in my ear! i was the only girl somemore so i screamed back at her! HAHAHAH! i think at almost every cell i screamed lor! im serious! somemore no lights were allowed:/ this pontianak damn cutee. heheheh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TSCUDinYWbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/vXcQ5ewjnq8/s1600/IMG_1444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TSCUDinYWbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/vXcQ5ewjnq8/s320/IMG_1444.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557604728727689650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so since its 2011, what my resolutions be ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I will, &amp;amp;I need to start looking on the brighter side of life, no more passivism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I won't take anyone's nonsense, I'm fucking serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I will learn to love myself despite how imperfect I may be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I will stop calling myself fat and start saying that im Normal (or trying to be)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I will need more confidence, I need higher self-esteem. Mine is like -1%!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I will surround myself with my lovelies; those that make me happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I need to start buck-ing up in studies, concentrate on getting good grades! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I want to appreciate my parents &amp;amp;siblings &amp;amp;my entire family more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I wont get upset over the lil things people say about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Lastly, I will let go of the past. Last year was last year. 2011 is a new beginning! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-2364553020208757153?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/2364553020208757153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=2364553020208757153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/2364553020208757153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/2364553020208757153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-years-everyone-i-know-its-lil.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TSCO1H3sU3I/AAAAAAAAAiA/MSRPXgQxQCk/s72-c/IMG_1602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-9178930059444815828</id><published>2010-12-31T18:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T20:05:05.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This would be my last post for 2010. I'll make it short &amp;amp;sweet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can say is that I've lost friends that I never thought I would. I found out who my true friends are. I've learnt whom to trust and who I can count on. They have my back in everything that I do; good or bad. They may doubt me sometimes, but I guess that's what makes our friendship stronger. I've had tons of verbal fights this entire year, had make up sessions. I got back a few of my best friends that I'll keep for life cos although I may not like certain things they do. They still will be by my side, to share my happiness &amp;amp;misery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved the same person for more than an entire year &amp;amp;maybe more months to come. But maybe its time to take a deep breath and leave it all behind. I've made mistakes that I regret but I guess everything that has happened, happens for a reason. I may not want it to happen but it has. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the only thing I wish that 2011 would bring is happiness for me and the ones I love, for those that I &lt;strike&gt;hate&lt;/strike&gt; despise and for those whom I don't know. I don't want to frown, to fight, to get angry and have any negative feelings (impossible, i know). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-9178930059444815828?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/9178930059444815828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=9178930059444815828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/9178930059444815828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/9178930059444815828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-would-be-my-last-post-for-2010.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-9169625896651900037</id><published>2010-12-29T19:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T19:33:13.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;shit, the remaining of this year is damn packed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coming home in the morning tmr (30th) and around noon going to get my Xperia! @8pm going to meet Yusri going 13Cells! the hantu place. hehehe. so staying out, then coming home in the morn (31st). then i got Dental Appt @10am! &amp;amp;at night going to watch Fireworks so obviously staying out the whole night. (1st) Gosh, then at night going Timbre w/ SACians so confirm coming home in the morning (2nd). 3rd school reopens and my lesson is @8am. i dont feel like going out today. can i pwetty pwease stay home? ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;i just witnessed Gavin asking my parents for their Blessing to marry my Sis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. My. Oh. My. Gosh. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in remembrance of my original Sony Ericsson phone; Mr Elephant! &gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TRscUXbnukI/AAAAAAAAAh4/_8SvkwkVRRI/s1600/IMG_1113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TRscUXbnukI/AAAAAAAAAh4/_8SvkwkVRRI/s320/IMG_1113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556065701504465474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-9169625896651900037?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/9169625896651900037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=9169625896651900037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/9169625896651900037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/9169625896651900037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/12/shit-remaining-of-this-year-is-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TRscUXbnukI/AAAAAAAAAh4/_8SvkwkVRRI/s72-c/IMG_1113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-3360592389144667379</id><published>2010-12-28T23:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T23:47:42.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hai, i think i may die from Liver failure or something. Christmas night went to New Asia Pub @Swissotel to celebrate N's Legal 18th Bday. had 2 Vodkas &amp;amp;Rum on the Rocks (pure. yuck!). its super boring i swearr. i dont like! then cabbed home. hehe. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then yesterday (last night) went to Jaeji's chalet. came with Yusri, this boy ah. NEEDS TO BUY A PHONE! tsk. cannot find him like that! supposed to meet @3, only met him @6. he woke up @3 instead. haiyo! went to Coasta Sands, it was like less than 10 people thr. so lil people! &amp;amp;i didnt know anyone. Yusri left &amp;amp;JJ didnt let me follow. so made new friends by playing Taiti (sp?) not bad leh, i have been improving. first time i LEARNED how to play was at Faliq's chalet. Haziq &amp;amp;Ayid taught me. then again at Eddie's chalet. til now i still remember! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;later @11, i wanted to go off with my new friend. cheychey, like im so socialble like that! pfft. in the end stayed. at 12 i wanted to go off; last bus. but JJ dont allow. they bought too much alcohol and wanted me to finish it! gosh. so stayed la, one by one they sat next to me to talk to me! HAHAHAH, theyre really nice people! first was Peter then JJ, Robert then Shamil /Sheik. then Jonathan. heh. Jonathan is really nice! he accompanied me the whole night! Him &amp;amp;Shamil! they both stayed in the chalet while the rest went to smoke &amp;amp;buy ciggies and whatsnot. thr were 13 people (including me) &amp;amp;i was the only girl. TYPICAL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;played Target, fun game using poker cards. i was the only girl thr &amp;amp;they all kept on sabo-ing me. )': &amp;amp;Shamil purposely say, for everytime i drink once, Sayang gta drink double! kekeke. so he KO-ed first, duhhh. cabbed back w/ Shamil, Peter &amp;amp;JaySee! yknow, 3 of the boys i met were like mixed filipino. 2 of them were mixed Portugese. &amp;amp;they were CHINESE! omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they all thot Yusri was my boyfriend. dots. he's nice but not my type i guess? &amp;amp;that Robert, i swear he's damn gross. he tried to put his arm around me once, then Shamil was like EHHH EHH. i leaned away:/ then when i was leaving he wanted to give me a Hug:/ no thanks, he may be drunk BUT ew. i mean the rest also drunk but theyre not as bad! they just shake hands /fist pump. i learnt a new handshake from Shamil! funny seh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;tmr im going Ladies Night @Butter Fact with Sam &amp;amp;my girlies. &amp;amp;last minute going with Shamil for his 18th! well, why not right? anyway, we need guys with us! be our Guardian Angels!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tdy is the 29th! Xxperia Babyyy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; also its Yusri's &amp;amp;Sheik /Shamil (the chalet one) 's BIRTHDAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOYS! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-3360592389144667379?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/3360592389144667379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=3360592389144667379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/3360592389144667379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/3360592389144667379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/12/hai-i-think-i-may-die-from-liver.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-382860135392961886</id><published>2010-12-25T15:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T23:13:23.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOHOHO,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TRXF00ApnoI/AAAAAAAAAhk/XKABiIjlO-I/s320/IMG_1080.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554563226536615554" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hehe, my nails for christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this Christmas wasnt as bad as i thought it would be. so i met my 2 girls at Tanah Merah before heading to Airport for Astons, waited 15mins in the queue &amp;amp;once seated waited for more than 30mins. poor service! i thot Airport had better service! ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then bussed down to Parkway, had Starbucks! got my heart necklace, which was carved very ugly may i add. &amp;amp;we were camwhoring in Starbucks when both of them said i look like a DOLL! whaaaat, dolls are freaky! :/ they had an impromptu decision to come to my church for carolling, &amp;amp;they arent catholic! ohmy, i shouldnt have worn my wedges, i looked like a monsta! i was super tall! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after mass cabbed down to Simpang for supper til like 330 &amp;amp;me and chiapei were lazy to go home, so walked slowwwwly back to the bus stop. otw thr, this dude screamed out of his car "MERRY CHRISTMAS LADIES" i jumped! because the main roads were empty, &amp;amp;he came from behind us. FREAKY RIGHT! I KNOW! &amp;amp;i've concluded its not interesting at all when guys fiwid or sweet. its annoying. really annoying! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we sat thr &amp;amp;chatted about whats not. i want to watch Rapunzel, &amp;amp;Narnia! &amp;amp;Burlesque! hehe, but i have like no time to watch? tonight going Chijmes /Ph. tmr gna buy Kenji's bday present. 27th, going for Kenji's chalet w/ Yusri. 28th &amp;amp;29th no plans yet. ): maybe meeting up with Afeeq or go C! OH, 29th! GOING SINGTEL! :D 30th night, going 13Cells w/ Yusri. the hantu place 31st gna countdown! 1st going Timbre w/ SACians. 2nd going Karoke. 3rd, back to school! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY IS HOLIDAY SO DAAAAMN SHORT! gosh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;he didnt wish me Merry Christmas. guess he has forgotten about me already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i miss being yours &amp;amp;i definitely miss calling you mine. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-382860135392961886?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/382860135392961886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=382860135392961886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/382860135392961886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/382860135392961886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/12/hohoho-m-e-r-r-y-c-h-r-i-s-t-m-s-e-v-e.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TRXF00ApnoI/AAAAAAAAAhk/XKABiIjlO-I/s72-c/IMG_1080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-5957502544051732773</id><published>2010-12-24T18:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T18:16:21.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came home from MBS an hour ago, and i have to leave again soon to meet my beloved before Christmas Mass! heh, gna exchange christmas pressie. i love buying presents. haha. thats bad right? we're going astons for dinner @Airport. what am i gna wear later? Polka Dot tube Dress &amp;amp;Wedges! like finally right! I KNOW! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;since its christmas, im gna start anew with every single person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i have hated you, im sorry. even though you may have given me a reason to; its been forgiven &amp;amp;forgotten. im sorry if i have given you a reason to hate me :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-5957502544051732773?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/5957502544051732773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=5957502544051732773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/5957502544051732773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/5957502544051732773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-came-home-from-mbs-hour-ago-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-2048272030004587158</id><published>2010-12-21T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T19:48:29.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.asos.com/inv/q/18/274/379699/black/image1xl.jpg" alt="Image 1 of ASOS Small Diamond Tights" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg, these shoes are so pretty! but they're heels! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;later i'll be like a giant how? ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-2048272030004587158?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/2048272030004587158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=2048272030004587158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/2048272030004587158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/2048272030004587158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/12/omg-these-shoes-are-so-pretty-but.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-3729535892627091833</id><published>2010-12-20T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T02:36:37.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if you read my tumblr, you'd know what's been going on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the year is coming to an end in just 10 days! i am going to make the best of it. this week has already been enjoyed to the best that i could have had! thats why you dont see any updates here. hehehe. dont worry, i have been a good girl. keeping my promises of course. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wna go PH on the 25th! but the birthday girl doesnt want! disappointed ): i got no other free days before 2011, &amp;amp;she refuses to wear heels with me or the cute lil Santa Red Hat that they sell in town. Booooo. its so adorable! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my 11:11 wish is that these 10 remaining days of 2010 would be the best days of my life! (:&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/20154412-3729535892627091833?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/3729535892627091833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=3729535892627091833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/3729535892627091833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/3729535892627091833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/12/year-is-coming-to-end-in-just-10-days.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-7864157402628739907</id><published>2010-12-14T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T23:26:03.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fml. its the first day of holiday and i got fever. wow. nothing can be worst please. was supposed to fetch Hazrie from airport! but look whr i am now. in bed, still. since morning. my head is &lt;b&gt;POUNDING LIKE MAD&lt;/b&gt; the entire day. took Panadol but im still awake! gosh, yknow why? i slept for more than 13hours earlier on. came home early yesterday, then slept for like 2hours, woke up. &amp;amp;slept again @2.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i've been catching up on my series. well at least i get to watch it. been missing out for like 2 weeks. haish. i hope i get better, tmr going Marina Barrage for picnic. heh. hope its a good turnout, planned everything people better show up. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-7864157402628739907?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/7864157402628739907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=7864157402628739907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/7864157402628739907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/7864157402628739907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/12/fml.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-7380205539530962178</id><published>2010-12-13T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T00:28:59.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hai! exams are finally over! now can celebrate &amp;amp;party all night long. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;catch up on my sleep. seriously why cant my eyebags go away? it seems to build up &amp;amp;not disappear. sigh. How was my paper? it was surprisingly easy butbutbut, not enough time. this is the first paper i stayed all the way til the end! blame it on the drawing models, identifying 11 thingies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16th is Sam's Bday! ♥ she's been my BFF for like 6 years! since the first day of Sec 1! &amp;amp;we make it a weekly thing to meet once a week! i went to "study" with her on Sunday! attempted but failed. haish. ahwells, managed to finish studying in the end. &amp;amp;this Fri gna meet her again. gna watch Narnia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooh, this dress nice right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.asos.com/inv/media/4/8/5/0/1480584/grey/image1xl.jpg" alt="Image 1 of Warehouse Waisted X Front Dress" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.asos.com/inv/media/4/8/5/0/1480584/image4xl.jpg" alt="Image 4 of Warehouse Waisted X Front Dress" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its so pretty! so flowy. hehe, can i buy it &amp;amp;use it for Christmas instead of Polka Dot? i think thats the only thing im good at. shopping. i dont seem to be doing well in school, with my damn low gpa. at home im a lazy ass, if not im out roaming town. see, shopping! i want to have something in life worth living for. something speeecial, #newyearsresolution. &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/20154412-7380205539530962178?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/7380205539530962178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=7380205539530962178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/7380205539530962178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/7380205539530962178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/12/hai-exams-are-finally-over-now-can.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-8605493159458684988</id><published>2010-12-08T19:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T22:16:56.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tmr's gna be a fun day (minus the conk lab and presentation meeting)! its Wati's bday! &amp;amp;we got a huge surprise for her; 3parts to it actually. i like birthday surprises, it makes me excited eventho its not my birthday. every single birthday i love to surprise my friends! well unless they piss me off then i honestly cant be bothered. on the day itself. heh, but i'll celebrate it belatedly. this month got so many birthdays /events i swear.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11th - D♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13th - C♥ &amp;amp;C♥ Bday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15th -Picnic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16th - S Bday♥♥♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17th -18th -Partay♥♥♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21st - Nads' Bday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22nd -24rd - MBS &amp;amp;Sentosa. my mom allowed me to stay overnight. hehehe, whoo~ ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25th -Christmas! &amp;amp;N♥ Bday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29th -Yusri's Bday! &amp;amp;Xperia Baby! ♥♥♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30th -13 Cells with Y! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31st -Brace Face &amp;amp;Fireworks! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahh, &amp;amp;i better not forget to start wrapping the gifts! hehehe. i feel in the christmas-sy mood already. baek! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heheheh, boys is uniform /formal attire are a total turn on. (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-8605493159458684988?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/8605493159458684988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=8605493159458684988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/8605493159458684988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/8605493159458684988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/12/hehehe-guys-in-uniforms-formal-attire.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-5576347580031432840</id><published>2010-12-07T22:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T22:46:15.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;" He's so genuine. Everything comes from his heart. I guess that's why he's so amazing. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i used to think that about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-5576347580031432840?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/5576347580031432840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=5576347580031432840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/5576347580031432840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/5576347580031432840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/12/hes-so-genuine.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-6999491993848636731</id><published>2010-12-06T21:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T15:03:17.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z1rYmzQ8C9Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z1rYmzQ8C9Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A cup of candles, oh they flicker &amp;amp;they float.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;amp;I'm up here holding onto those chandeliers of hope&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like some drunkard Elvis singing, I go singing out of tune.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saying how I always loved you, Darling, &amp;amp;I always will.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you're still waiting for the snow to fall.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;It doesn't really feel like Christmas at all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Those Christmas lights, light up the street. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Down where the sea and city meet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;May all your troubles soon be gone, oh Christmas lights,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Keep shining on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Those Christmas lights, light up the street. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe they'll bring her back to me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then all my troubles will be gone, oh Christmas lights, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Keep shining on.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh Christmas lights, light up the street. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Light up the fireworks in me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;May all your troubles soon be gone, those Christmas lights,&lt;br /&gt;Keep shining on.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-6999491993848636731?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/6999491993848636731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=6999491993848636731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/6999491993848636731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/6999491993848636731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-night-another-fight.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-4770965080161210902</id><published>2010-12-05T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T23:14:58.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night is what i call a drinking session gone wrong. yknow how you get drunk, your true feelings really comes out? thats what happened. my friend she started crying out of nowhere. yeah i know why. cos of her mom, she passed away. )': &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she shared with us what happened, how she felt and how no guy will ever measure up to her mom. she'd rather have her mom than any guy. daaaamn. but i guess i can understand. i can never imagine how my life without my mom would be like. my life would fall apart. my family would fall apart. i bet i'd be more rebelious with tats and more piercings eh. imagine who's gna do the grocery shopping? who's gna cook lunch /dinner? who's gna look after my sister when we're all in sch /at work? what am i going to do? haish, yeah. i cried too. i realised how much i shld treasure my mom that she's still with me. im so grateful. i love you, mommy forever &amp;amp;always ♥♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, and the other one was drunk ttm. even the guys sitting next to us were sorta looking after us in a way. damn creepy i swear. when both my friends left for the toilet i was left alone, they kept on yuhoo-ing me and talking in malay about me. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for the compliments, but i dont want it! at least they didnt take advantage of any of us rightrightright? we bottoms up-ed to "Life sucks. Deal with it!" .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-4770965080161210902?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/4770965080161210902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=4770965080161210902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/4770965080161210902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/4770965080161210902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-night-is-what-i-call-drinking.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-2677466559496931279</id><published>2010-12-03T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T01:16:50.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im getting sick of ..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeahh, keep guessing who. grrr, it always happens to me does it? anyways, went Jacks' Place with mommy for dinner just now. she said i confirm am gna get married. whee~ at least she believes in me right? one out of 64billion people in the world, its okay. thr's still hope even tho its a minority.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so even my dad has doubled my allowance, im still spending just as much. well at least i dont have a negative flow! beginning of the week negative sia! by wednesday, i would need to withdraw cash for the rest of the week. sien, nehmind. people still owe me money. hopefully they pay soon. heh, christmas is comingg! time for some shopping to be done. i dont know what to buy for who.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to go study nao. got conk test tmr and i dont know shit. yes, the test is on a Saturday! im going PH tmr. anybody wna come along? see ya at Vivo^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-2677466559496931279?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/2677466559496931279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=2677466559496931279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/2677466559496931279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/2677466559496931279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-getting-sick-of.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-7419882933490673249</id><published>2010-12-01T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T22:44:46.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the way he sings, like fanat~ only!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9_IWRuryzaY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9_IWRuryzaY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you ever feel, like a plastic bag&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;floating through the wind, wanting to start again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;like a house of cards, one blow from caving in.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you ever feel already buried deep, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;six feet under scream, but no one seems to hear a thing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you know that there's still a chance for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cos there's a spark in you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You just gta ignite the light &amp;amp;let it shine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just own the night, like the fourth of July!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Easy come, easy go. That's the way you live.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take, take, take it all, but you never give.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I should have known you was trouble from the first kiss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Had your eyes wide open, why were they opened?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I gave you all I had &amp;amp;you tossed it in the trash.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To give me all your love is all I ever asked&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But what you don't understand is; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I would catch a grenade for you, throw my hand on a blade for you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Make 'em go "oh, oh oh", as you shoot across the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby, you're a firework, come on let your colors burst&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would go through all this pain, take a bullet straight through my brain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I would die for you baby, but you won't do the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We gna rock this club, we gna go all night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're gna light it up, like a dynamite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp;I told you once, now I told you twice, we gna light it up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-7419882933490673249?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/7419882933490673249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=7419882933490673249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/7419882933490673249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/7419882933490673249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/12/way-he-sings-like-fanat-only-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-5587662006884134245</id><published>2010-11-30T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T21:53:05.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>psst, Christmas is coming! so exciting! yeah i know it happens every yr, and its more likely the same ol' thing. its true, more or less the same really, exchange of presents, receiving angpao instead of presents (winkwinkk) and whatsnot. &amp;amp;can still dress up! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what to wear this year? last year i woree .. oh, a checkered tube dress &amp;amp;leather jacket! thats the only time i wore that. mygawd! this year i will wear .. either the polka dot or the sparkly tube dress? or maybe the 2 tone dress or the lacey one? urghh, i dont know, i buy lots of dresses but also never wear, what the hell right? I KNOW! ): nehmind, i'll find a time to wear them. Ooh, &amp;amp;i dont care, but im gna wear my wedges! i bought it like a year ago &amp;amp;i still havent worn them. :/&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;not forgetting New Years! hee, the day bfor that im going 13Cells! its the prison place, Yus please book tickets! i wna gooooo! ): then 31st gna countdown &amp;amp;watch fireworks! with who, im not sure yet. :/ i think im gna wear the sparkly tube dress on new years instead. must start new year with a cheery outfit! so Sparkly wld do! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so im almost done with my ooad, only need the domain modelling left to do, which is exactly like dbis so easyyy. this wk got 2 test, on fri &amp;amp;sat. knn, sat also need to come back to sch. nonsense. just now i was camwhoring in the lab! with my new (ugly blotchy) nails. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TPUWktLZNcI/AAAAAAAAAhM/89gZOtdEtbQ/s1600/IMG_0954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TPUWktLZNcI/AAAAAAAAAhM/89gZOtdEtbQ/s320/IMG_0954.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545363336035120578" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TPUWjXaCcSI/AAAAAAAAAg0/NTaGdxqDWaA/s320/Picture0150.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545363313011093794" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TPUWktLZNcI/AAAAAAAAAhM/89gZOtdEtbQ/s1600/IMG_0954.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see, my nails are a blotchy mess! &amp;amp;i look more like a panda, eyebaaaags. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thankgod holiday is coming ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;November, you have been pretty fine, the beginning sucked but the rest was alright. but its the end now. so December, please be good to be and end 2010 with a blast. i want something good to remember 2010. not a sad heartbroken memory tyvm ^^&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/20154412-5587662006884134245?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/5587662006884134245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=5587662006884134245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/5587662006884134245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/5587662006884134245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/11/psst-christmas-is-coming-so-exciting.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TPUWktLZNcI/AAAAAAAAAhM/89gZOtdEtbQ/s72-c/IMG_0954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-1808175068589485663</id><published>2010-11-29T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T23:59:12.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my weekends have been occupied with my beloved Sacians. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday, Chiapei, Cindy, Jeanette &amp;amp;Joseph came down to TP for Band's Performance, Elsie was clarinet-ting. after that had dinner @85! gosh, i miss the food &amp;amp;the times there! had &lt;b&gt;BAK CHOR MEE&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;SAMBAL STINGRAY&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;EGG OYSTER&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp;&lt;b&gt;OTAH&lt;/b&gt; ♥♥ confirm gain weight. reached home @1am. Mommy was playing Tumblebugs on my sis lappy. my mom! tumblebugs! playing. wow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;i&gt;it was that night i decided something.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, met Sam! she pushed the timing back by 1/2hr yet, still was 45mins late. the same ol' things happened at Bugis. but this time i was rude, i admit. the girl tapped me, i saw her face then turned around. well, not my fault she opened her mouth! if i didnt hear the "face" i wldnt have turned away whaat -.- once she came, got Koi &amp;amp;headed over to Haji Lane for fleaaaa! i bought a polka dotted dress! its so prettyful! i might wear that for christmas. shld i? reached home 1230, mommy was playing tumblebugs agn. heh, tumblebugs seem to make her happier. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, got up at 8. church (boring), expo flea (boring), Toni &amp;amp;Guy for my hair trim. wah, Richard took over 2hrs to cut manzxz, i was halfway falling asleep reading HerWorld mag. the Eric was the director, wah! promoted alr seh. after that headed over to Bugis to meet Haziq. shopped, bought a pretty necklace! its a peace sign, but wooden. cute leh, Haziq also bought one! met his friend and talked a while bfor heading home, reached home 1130 i think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tdy, after sch came home straight. wasnt feeling well, i think the lung is gna collapse again! how now brown cow? ): mcm cannot breathe. shit la, im eating well okay. i even gained 3kg! i think by now 4kg! )':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-1808175068589485663?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/1808175068589485663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=1808175068589485663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/1808175068589485663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/1808175068589485663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-weekends-have-been-occupied-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-5034763907351841617</id><published>2010-11-25T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T00:36:37.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now im starting to get scared. so many slashing attacks happening! from pasir ris, to ang mo kio, to bukit panjang to teck whye. where next? please dont be anywhere near bedok to tampines. bcos that's whr im usually at! i dont wna die /maim or seriously injured. heh, quoted from Dobby:D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-5034763907351841617?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/5034763907351841617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=5034763907351841617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/5034763907351841617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/5034763907351841617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/11/now-im-starting-to-get-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-8611124344415146737</id><published>2010-11-23T22:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T00:38:59.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Christina Grimmie&lt;/i&gt; is so pretty, &amp;amp;has such a beautiful voice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that is something to be jealous about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a2RA0vsZXf8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a2RA0vsZXf8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was at the top &amp;amp;I was like I'm at the basement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Number one spot &amp;amp;now you found your own replacement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I swear now that I can't take it, knowing somebody's got my baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now you ain't around, baby I can't think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should have put it down, should have got that ring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cos I can still feel it in the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See her pretty face, run my fingers through your hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My lover, my life. My baby, my wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You left me, I'm tied. Cos I know that it just ain't right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was thinking about you, thinking about me, thinking about us.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where we're gna be, open my eyes. It was only just a dream.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;So I travelled back, down that road. will you come back?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;No one knows. I realise, it was only just a dream.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm riding, I swear I see your face at every turn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm tryna get my usher on, but I can let it burn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp;I just hope you know that you're the only one I yearn for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh I'm missing you, when will I learn?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Didn't give you all my love, I guess now I got my payback.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now you're in the club thinking all about your baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, you were so easy to love. But wait, I guess that love wasn't enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going through it every time that I'm alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp;Now I'm wishing that you'd pick up the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You made a decision that you wanted to move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cos I was wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you ever loved somebody put your hands up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now they're gone and you wish you could give them everything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-8611124344415146737?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/8611124344415146737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=8611124344415146737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/8611124344415146737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/8611124344415146737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-was-at-top-was-like-im-at-basement.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-5144148257122450455</id><published>2010-11-22T23:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T22:14:12.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TOqMOtmRPHI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ndh7cCN78xs/s1600/IMG_0927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TOqMOtmRPHI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ndh7cCN78xs/s320/IMG_0927.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542396475818982514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the beautiful moon, i want to keep it! its taken with flash, thats why the moon looks so small. you see your lampost? stare at it, then stare at the moon. i think the moon looks bigger than the lamp! &amp;amp;the lamp is nearer! omg. prettyful!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watched Harry Potter 7 for the THIRD time, i slept, heh. only a certain part. not all. but i still teared at the Dobby's death part. I WANT A DOBBY! make him cuter a bit, &amp;amp;cleaner please. heh. i want to watch &lt;b&gt;EasyA&lt;/b&gt;, Soul To Take! &amp;amp;Haunted something! &amp;amp;Gulliver's Travels. i still havent watched Social Network. what ever happened to that?! ohmyfgosh, my mom is asking me to go to the Garden of Remembrance after sch tmr! which is @&lt;b&gt;Choa Chu Kang&lt;/b&gt;! !@#$%^&amp;amp;* can i not go? :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;i guess i cant say youve change, bcos come to think of it; i never really did know you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-5144148257122450455?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/5144148257122450455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=5144148257122450455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/5144148257122450455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/5144148257122450455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/11/beautiful-moon-i-want-to-keep-it-its.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TOqMOtmRPHI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ndh7cCN78xs/s72-c/IMG_0927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-3754149397040337335</id><published>2010-11-21T15:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T00:02:33.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>havent been here for almost a week? well, nothing much happened this week. who am i kidding, alot has happened. &lt;b&gt;thursday&lt;/b&gt;, i found out who that stalker is. he knows where i live, ohmygawd. i wna move house! otw back home that night, he was parked outside, then he beep beep me, then can wave somemore! at first i thot he was my neighbour,&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guy:&lt;/b&gt; hello, good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; hey, good night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guy:&lt;/b&gt; do you know who i am?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; uhmmm, my neighbour?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guy:&lt;/b&gt; *chuckles* noo, im the guy who talks to you on msn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; uhmmm, okaaaay (creeped out ttm!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guy:&lt;/b&gt; want to go for supper?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; uhm, sorry have to go home. bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;I hurried home asap, stupid guy was parked INFRONT of my porch. knnccb. he doesnt have even my number, yet knows my address :/ effing creepy man, help )':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;friday&lt;/b&gt;, was CCN day, decided to give it a miss this year for a reason. so crashed ChiaPei &amp;amp;Cindy's class! heh, the cher thot i was part of their class :P their lects are in classrooms? weird much, they have those 3-pin plugs at every desk. so the whole time you can use a lappy thr. damnit, NP is way awesome-r than TP. shld have appealed. cheebs. watched Harry Potter &amp;amp;the Deathly Hallows! then visited Yusri, he said i looked uglier )':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;saturday&lt;/b&gt;, stayed hoooome the whole day, at night went out to watch Harry Potter (again). Heheh, i ohsobadly wanted to go Arab St with the guys to celebrate his birthday, but then, no transport! movie was at 945, ended almost at 12? i like going out with that boy, he takes cab wherever he goes! hah, saves me alot of time, cabbed down to Ehub, then from Ehub cab back home, like that no need concession worh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just realised i went to sch 3 days only this week, hen hao. (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;monday&lt;/b&gt;, sch at 9! *faints* then after school watching Harry Potter again. Heh heh heh, i think by then i wld know the story by heart. i keep tearing at the Dobby's death. awhh, he's so nice! why must he die? )'; &amp;amp;the old women at Godric's Hallow, i forgot her name, is SCARY! Eeeks! :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;good news #1:&lt;/b&gt; Im celebrating Christmas this year at &lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;arina &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;ay &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;ands hotel, 3D2N! (; lets hope my parents allow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;good news #2:&lt;/b&gt; Daddy says i can get &lt;b&gt;braces&lt;/b&gt;! Yay, im gna have nice teeth &amp;amp;a decent smile soon, no no, in 3 years time, but im gna talk weird /look weird for the time being. totally worth it! :D Mommy is booking me an appointment alr! :DDD Yayy!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;good news #3:&lt;/b&gt; 2 more weeks til &lt;b&gt;School's out&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp;&lt;b&gt;Christmas&lt;/b&gt; Cheers are in! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;good news #4: &lt;/b&gt;Xperia babyyy(;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;bad news #1:&lt;/b&gt; my &lt;b&gt;Hong Kong Disneyland&lt;/b&gt; trip on 15th-21st Dec is cancelled thanks to &lt;b&gt;H5N1&lt;/b&gt;. Postponed to next year August, im 18 &amp;amp;ive never been to Disneyland! kill me please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;bad news #2:&lt;/b&gt; i've lost all my &lt;b&gt;CONK&lt;/b&gt; notes, lects &amp;amp;tuts. so much for pulling up my grades this semster. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;its really funny how alot has changed from last year to this year, same time, same date, just a different year.&lt;/i&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/20154412-3754149397040337335?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/3754149397040337335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=3754149397040337335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/3754149397040337335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/3754149397040337335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-afternoon-i-havent-been-here-for.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-9142543165377649099</id><published>2010-11-15T23:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T20:34:26.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the most &lt;i&gt;beautiful&lt;/i&gt; night I have &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; seen. I was smiling like an idiot as I looked up at the night sky while walking alone in the cold air. The moon was shining ohso bright and the stars were twinkling in the moonlight. I literally stood outside my house just gazing at the stars for moments. So beautiful, I want to capture a picture of it and keep it forever. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the first time in a long time I felt at peace. As tho everything was going to work out fine. That soon, my life would be like last month. Everyone surrounding me being friends, no awkwardness, no gossiping, no bitching. None of this. None! Can we just rewind to last semester whereby everyone's dirty lil secrets are kept in the bag for only them to know, and no one else? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss star gazing. I want to ton soon, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;just lie down and stare at the stars in someone's arms &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-9142543165377649099?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/9142543165377649099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=9142543165377649099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/9142543165377649099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/9142543165377649099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-is-most-beautiful-night-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-884026026586776527</id><published>2010-11-13T23:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T19:04:50.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jP95SfGAuDk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jP95SfGAuDk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When love starts out, it's all peachy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you, you love me seems easy, it's like a walk in the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But sometimes it takes an act of my will &amp;amp;a walk in a park turns to uphill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I promise to give you my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will choose to love you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Even though I wna stay mad, even though I wna get angry,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Though it may be easier to walk away,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will choose to stay &amp;amp;love you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love is just so beautiful but sometimes it takes work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp;the ones you love, at times can leave you so hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some people think that love is just a feeling, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So they fall out of love as quickly as they fell in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some people think that love is just a game, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But they're the ones who always seem to end up getting played&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though everything around might change, one thing will still remain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will choose you everyday,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will choose to stay &amp;amp;love you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;give me your heart, &amp;amp;i promise i'll give mine to you too&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-884026026586776527?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/884026026586776527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=884026026586776527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/884026026586776527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/884026026586776527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-love-starts-out-its-all-peachy-i.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-1325295363850916396</id><published>2010-11-13T11:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T00:24:13.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"i hope you can feel my heart as it beats for you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i hope you can see my heart as it reaches for you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i hope you can hear my heart as it begs for you."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to Temasek Poly's 20th Anniversary musical on Thurs to support Zul, Dane &amp;amp;Atifa! they did awesome. loved the musical! i promise, i didnt cry, but its very touching (': fab performance i tell ya! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TN6n9bTtzBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/GCq72LyMAqY/s400/IMG_0710.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539049265456598034" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faliq, Haziq, Dane (as his Emo /Goth character), Wati, Nad &amp;amp;Yours Truly(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TN6n93CyyQI/AAAAAAAAAfY/TpSNzCgkJzI/s400/73457_461222023399_670923399_5460581_350733_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539049272901814530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i tell you something funny, had cmsk lesson @1! then @230, cher gave us 1/2hr break. i wanted to sleep in class, she chased me out! knn. &amp;amp;since i dont know anyone in my class(&lt;b&gt;STILL!&lt;/b&gt;) i wandered arnd alone:/ wanted to go Cheers buy Milk Tea then i bumped into the Fanaats~! lucky or what? they had the same break time as me;D Yay! took this photo then. when i went back to class i was damn wide awake please. love these guys ttm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TN6vB4GYScI/AAAAAAAAAfo/_61qcV6kVxI/s1600/IMG_0709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TN6vB4GYScI/AAAAAAAAAfo/_61qcV6kVxI/s200/IMG_0709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539057038486161858" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/1325295363850916396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=1325295363850916396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/1325295363850916396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/1325295363850916396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-hope-you-can-feel-my-heart-as-it.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TN6n9bTtzBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/GCq72LyMAqY/s72-c/IMG_0710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-1497697378319394101</id><published>2010-11-12T00:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T20:54:13.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Everyone says love hurts, but that's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;not true. Loneliness hurts. Rejection &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;hurts. Losing someone hurts. Envy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;hurts. Everyone gets these things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;confused with love, but in reality, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;love is the only thing in this world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;that covers up all the pain and makes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;someone feel wonderful again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-1497697378319394101?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/1497697378319394101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=1497697378319394101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/1497697378319394101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/1497697378319394101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-6881914261698956344</id><published>2010-11-10T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T22:48:18.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;got to know that that post was meant for me; so let me tell you something. i never asked anyone to dislike you. i never did have a problem with you. you watch HIMYM right? remember the &lt;b&gt;CRASHH&lt;/b&gt; episode, you dont realise something about a person til somebody tells you. thats how everything happened for me, i was fine with you til, well, CRASHH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keep rolling your eyes at me. when the wind blows, it'll be stuck that way. Oh, i guess you have forgotten. you agreed that without me, your life is way better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-6881914261698956344?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/6881914261698956344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=6881914261698956344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/6881914261698956344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/6881914261698956344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/11/got-to-know-that-that-post-was-meant.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-6678268319723408181</id><published>2010-11-09T00:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T23:29:06.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life sucks. now only got 4 of us left. Hazryl's in camp (Jln Bahar) w/ this guy i &lt;b&gt;HATE&lt;/b&gt; ttm! Urghh, im glad Hazryl hates him too. i hope &lt;b&gt;A &lt;/b&gt;gets fried aliveeee! :@ step big je. Nad's been busy as well, so only left Wati, Haziq &amp;amp;Faliq. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh &amp;amp;i know the name of that cuteeee boy who cooked food for me! (; but got girlfriend alr, sad la. hands off. hmmm, but got another cute one. seen him /hung out with him ONCE, sad right, but thr's more to come. right riiiight:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ewwww, this mfk guy is talking shit to me. Eeeee, ask him to shut the fuck up please. i dont wna know what dirty deeds he's been doing to his girlfriend. fucking sickass. he has so many accounts. add me in one, talk this sick shit, then when i block, add me in another. )':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-6678268319723408181?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/6678268319723408181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=6678268319723408181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/6678268319723408181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/6678268319723408181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/11/blueckkk-life-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-1619925613563427969</id><published>2010-11-07T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T23:34:46.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ZYRgehIIVg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ZYRgehIIVg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I &lt;b&gt;hate&lt;/b&gt;, Sometimes I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I &lt;b&gt;hurt&lt;/b&gt;, Sometimes I don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&amp;amp;I don't ever wna leave him alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;They say I'm brainwashed but I'm in love with this man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keep telling myself that it's not worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I already know I don't deserve it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But if it's from you I don't mind hurting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my perfect nightmare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-1619925613563427969?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/1619925613563427969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=1619925613563427969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/1619925613563427969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/1619925613563427969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-i-hate-sometimes-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-3313304612846517064</id><published>2010-11-06T12:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T14:14:28.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this blog has caused alot of problems for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just hope whatever i blog, people wont start thinking its them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my tweets too. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-3313304612846517064?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/3313304612846517064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=3313304612846517064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/3313304612846517064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/3313304612846517064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-blog-has-caused-alot-of-problems.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-8241005161012993396</id><published>2010-11-02T23:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:08:03.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what? you can just go fuck yourself. i wonder how you live with yourself! you can go arnd telling lies about yourself, i dont give a fuck! but dont start telling people lies to the extent that you ruin their friendship. &amp;amp;that i am the one being completely ignored. damnit man, you overstepped. its as tho i never existed! yknow how much that hurts? eventho she's just a friend, i didnt deserve that. they were asking me whats wrong, but i cldnt say anything. i was just completely stunned. if i did, i swear i will cry. fuck.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you want to play that game i can continue it if you like, i know ALOT of lies youve been telling everyone. tryna make up stories so that people would think youre cool? that they would start hanging out with you? nahh, dont bother. it doesnt work that way! never had, never will. people are supposed to like you for who you are! you can tell all the lies you want, but the truth will always catch up to you. give it up man. youre not going anywhr with the way you live your life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-8241005161012993396?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/8241005161012993396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=8241005161012993396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/8241005161012993396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/8241005161012993396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-know-what-you-can-just-go-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-1957841512366526079</id><published>2010-11-01T23:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:27:14.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;tdy is first November. sad. well, not today just the date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm, Saturday went to meet Wati go for Flea! then at night, Haziq wanted to meet up, but lazy come town. then Faliq was in town! so met up with him instead. just lepak @the Cathay thr uh. Hazryl, Khai &amp;amp;2 others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday didnt go churchh, my mom thot i was sick, but i was just plain sleepy. heh. tdy go sch, my classmates are damn.. urghh! they keep on speaking chinese, then i sit one corner just do my own stuff la! im like trying to do the lab but when i dont know i ask, true ahh. but if its a group thingy i wna try and follow but they are speaking in Cheenanese! not happy please. tweeted the whole morning cos i was bored. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then after lect went to meet Faliq &amp;amp;Hazryl @Simei. then went to Airport to go Swensens, when's the last time i went Swensens? sia la, even i remember exact date sia! Wow. that is long! from May, til November! anywayy, had EARTHQUAKEEE, the last time i had it was sec4, 3 girls managed to finish that! :b &lt;i&gt;i can tie a cherry stem with my tongue; &lt;/i&gt;winkwinkk(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its Hazryl's last day bfor he reports for CD. aint that sad? then walk arnd airport, went on the slide, (like a lil immature kid), then went back to simei, lepak under some block. but w/ my beloveds, so definately worth itt! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TM7oriAQKmI/AAAAAAAAAfA/MoGfEE1xeys/s400/IMG_0639.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534616826644802146" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;my &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt;lovess ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the harder you try to forget someone, the more you think about him/her unconsciously.&lt;/i&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/20154412-1957841512366526079?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/1957841512366526079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=1957841512366526079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/1957841512366526079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/1957841512366526079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/11/tdy-is-first-november.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TM7oriAQKmI/AAAAAAAAAfA/MoGfEE1xeys/s72-c/IMG_0639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-4339891039256077710</id><published>2010-10-30T14:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:25:23.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got my Booties back. in the end she explained why she kept it. tryna impress a boy. hahahahah, typical answer. &amp;amp;she apologizeddd, thats a first! i think im cool with her now leh. hmmm, yeah. we're cool. :D &amp;amp;i wore it to sch ystrdy! 3hrs of lect actually, Nad went off for her cousins' chalet. so Wati &amp;amp;Haziq headed over to Faliq's hse, gna watch them Jammmmmmm \m/&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;theyre awesome i tell you, Hazryl is the lead vocals, backup guitarist. Faliq's the lead guitar, backup vocals. Haziq(their bandmate) is the Bassist i think. &amp;amp;the screamo person. nice lorh he scream! Rawwwwr! Khai is the drummer, his facial expression while playing drums are damn epic. theyre honestly very fun! &amp;amp;Khaii, purposely ask them to play the songs i know by hard so that i'll be singing along to it. ): meanie, he even ask me sing in the mic. NO WAYYY. im mic-phobic :b&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had dinner; the ahpek forgot my order, i was waiting at my table for n minutes til i decided to go over &amp;amp;ask. i got my FU ZHOU fishball noods! but damn spicy ): the guys were acting as tho they were high! you know the Pen Injection thing? they tried it on practically every part on their face; forehead, ear, behind the ear, neck and all! even on the nail. i tried on my nail &amp;amp;my nail became red ): Ouch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;followed Wati to Safra send her to 168. then bussed back myself. i reached home like almost to 11. even my mom realised this whole wk i've been coming home late. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thurs, started sch at 8am. ): Nad &amp;amp;Wati came early to have lunch with me, thank youuu ♥ later went off for CMSK, i got the same cher, the boring one. Urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i already have projs to do, next wk is consultation! tmr, i'll start. promise, no going out! Grrr~ i need to study for CONK lab test (in wk 2! unbelievable), then need to do resume &amp;amp;cover letter(easy), uhm then OOAD havent released our assignment yet, so thats fine, but the work is individual. Yessss, i like:D i got no friends in class, so alone much better! hmmm, but in CONK, john ask me choose between Qiao Yi or Ume (sp?) i choose the other one la! she got problem with me what right! blog abt me, call me bitch all! :@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after sch met up with Sam♥ had dinner &amp;amp;she updated me on whats' been going on for her, hee. &amp;amp;i did the same to. i guess now the only girls i cant trust are my SAC girls right? ): Played pool, and the place was filled with Ahlians &amp;amp;Ahbengs, my button pecah. )': need to sew it back innn! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-4339891039256077710?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/4339891039256077710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=4339891039256077710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/4339891039256077710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/4339891039256077710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-got-my-booties-back.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-8825844020169153876</id><published>2010-10-28T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T00:08:31.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;im addicted to this song, its super adorable okay ♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7NI82sKbFg8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never in my life I felt this way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had to pinch myself twice, cant believe how you look tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feels like im living a fantasy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cos honestly &lt;b&gt;you are like 10 million stars&lt;/b&gt;, you're so bright!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's explosive, I'm not afraid to let her know it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm never gna let her to stepped on by the average you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's not a cookie cutter, &lt;b&gt;one &amp;amp;only&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can never let her go. I swear to tell the girl the truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A step above the average you, she's not a cookie cutter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I gta have her!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shld have let her know that she's on another level,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing compares to my &lt;b&gt;Angel&lt;/b&gt;. I cant describe what she does to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I try to explain, words get in the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Romance showed up to my baby, makes me feel like I'm a super human&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I feel I could fly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're the &lt;b&gt;different&lt;/b&gt; type, even &lt;b&gt;one in a million&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love it how you do it, cos &lt;b&gt;you do it just right&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't help it but be &lt;b&gt;glad that you're mine&lt;/b&gt; ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-8825844020169153876?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/8825844020169153876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=8825844020169153876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/8825844020169153876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/8825844020169153876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-addicted-to-this-song-its-super.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-8050337312389654767</id><published>2010-10-27T21:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T00:22:34.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh, i havent blogged in forever man. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thurs, went out with &lt;b&gt;Nad, Wati, Haziq&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp;&lt;b&gt;Faliq&lt;/b&gt;. maen pool then headed down to Eddie's Chalet for a while. headed home 11 plus. then Friday went out, in the evening went over to Eddie's Chalet agn, stayed over that night! omg, the guy damn creepy i swear. well, not creepy uh. okayokay, cos i was like in the room with Nad &amp;amp;Wati. then ah, his friend say "eh girl, dier nak kenal kau", so i stared strangely at him (cos i didnt know what kenal meant, NOW I KNOW!) then, i just went uhmmmm, &amp;amp;walked away. heh. then later i came back, INFRONT OF ALL THE GUYS HE TRIED TO TALK TO ME, paisey sia. yeah well, i am a shy person okay. i haaaate attention, i hate everyone's attention on me. he was like "Hi" silence "So you're going to Pasir Ris Swamp?" silence "Be careful okay?" silence. walk away "Byebye" silence. then he asked Nad if i was Mute. ): well sorry ah, you wna talk to me not infront of your friends laa:/ i'd rather it be face to face tau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so &lt;b&gt;Wati, Nad, Haziq, Faliq, Hazryl, Haider, Friend, Eddie&lt;/b&gt; all ton. walked alone Pasir Ris beach just chit chatting uh. then had my PANCAKEEE, like finally please! went home almost 9. wanted to sleep then &lt;b&gt;ChiaPei &amp;amp;Cindy&lt;/b&gt; call me out go shopping! whee~ how can i say no right? so slept at 11, woke up at 3! shopped til like 10plus! reached home almost 1. Sunday morning went to &lt;b&gt;SAFTI&lt;/b&gt; to visit my brothaa! he seems happy in Army. they got laptop thr sia! tsk, i used twitter over thr! hee, havent used it for like days. online one i mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then from thr went to Serangoon and headed home. slept in the car and as soon as the car reached my porch, dragged my feet into my house and slept on the couch! Daddy woke me up at 5ish to go church. daaaamn. ngantuk sia still want me to go church. :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;reached home late cos went out for dinner, heh. took cough medicine because of my stupid sleeping problem. &amp;amp;guess what! for the first time in DAYS, i slept like a baby. syiokness i swear, i cld sleep forever. well, i wish! monday go back to sch kkk! urgh! start @9, CONK LAB. omg, i dont know anyone in my class! i thot at least Myzza or someone i know wld be thr, but nooo. nobody sia. im alone! )': labs are now FOUR hours, lects are TWO hours! now compulsary because Tuts are in the other half of the lecture, attendance is taken! @#$%^&amp;amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;end class at like 4, went to meet &lt;b&gt;Nad, Wati, Haziq, Afiq&lt;/b&gt;, had my SECOND LUNCH @&lt;b&gt;Pizza Hut!&lt;/b&gt; tried the &lt;b&gt;Cheezy7 with Mushroom &amp;amp;Turkey Bacon&lt;/b&gt;! Yummiiex (sedapppp)! then went off with &lt;b&gt;Haziq &amp;amp;Wati&lt;/b&gt; to lepak @Bedok Reservoir. later bussed back to TP to meet up with Faliq, Hazryl &amp;amp;5 others to watch the Rugby match! later WALKED to Tamp Inter. i was wearing shoes! reached home, after 11. Tues, sch from 12 to 2 only; Lect! met them early for Lunch! after that went to Vivo with Nad &amp;amp;Wati forever shopping! bought my Owl necklace! You wna know what else is nice? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532985896535467378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TMkdW54-JXI/AAAAAAAAAe4/N6HFaYMuC-s/s400/Untitled.png" /&gt;(Yeah, i still do) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pretty sia! i want! i didnt buy it tho): sweeter if a guy gave it to me (':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Awh. yknow, forever clothes are starting to disappoint me. i like &lt;b&gt;Supre&lt;/b&gt; apparels now. its really nice okay! i love the belt &amp;amp;the floral top i bought :P but i think i look weird. hmmm. later bussed back to TP agn. to meet Haziq, Faliq &amp;amp;Hazryl. kay la, its called the FANAT clique~ hahahahahahahhahah! okay, i love these guys. theyre teaching me Malay. A-sa-la-mu-a-lai-kum. btol? then mendak siol. kiwek (sorry, i know its a vulgarity) &amp;amp;alot ah. my Malay improving sikit je! but no more Bahse Baku eh? kekeke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Wednesday, aka tdy, FANAT clique got theme seyy! BLACK &amp;amp;WHITE! tdy, i damn fanat! wore my Tattered Jeans &amp;amp;Tanktopp &amp;amp;cap somemore New Era? Haziq Bro's one:b met &lt;b&gt;Haziq, Wati &amp;amp;Nad&lt;/b&gt; @1 for lunch! bfor heading off to CONK Lec, then OOAD Lab. i alone seh. )': but at least got Eric! then ended in an hour, headed over to find Haziq, Hazrie! met John too! my whole class separated sia. we're all alone~ my Bff last sem are gone! later lepak w/ Fanats @playground opp, then Tamp some random pondok. this time we werent chased away (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is wishing i wld be able to speak Malay fluently (thats the day the heaven fall), true what. my malay damn cacat, then fluently somemore?! tsktsk. cannt ahh! friday gna go Jamminnnng; with a new band (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;yknow, holiday is a good thing. i grew closer to my Poly mates that I NEVER knew i would be this close to them, my FANAT clique~ hearts! we all said the same thing sia. "first time i see you, i didnt know we'd be this close" you have no idea how close man. we have a Common topic to talk about. hee, oh but then, i drifted away from Myzza, last time bff. yknow the whole 3 months i NEVER once met up with her (except the Jln Raye). we never texted, or talked. hmm, weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad thing about this holiday, i didnt get to know any Guys this holiday. sad, so lonely. )': i want someone to give me his attention, someone really special &lt;\3 but that wont be happening soon. haishh. but at least i have these friends to meet everyday! &lt;i&gt;can a boy enter my life pleasee? pretty pretty pretty please? with a cherry on top? a guy to lift me off my feet. to make me feel special &amp;amp;loved everyday, every hour, every minute, every second. in my heart forever &amp;amp;always &lt;/i&gt;)':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr start at 8! bagos. panda much? gdnitesssssss! took cough meds just now, gna sleep like a babyyyyy tonight! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I WNA WATCH &lt;b&gt;PARANORMAL ACTIVITY 2&lt;/b&gt;! :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-8050337312389654767?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/8050337312389654767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=8050337312389654767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/8050337312389654767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/8050337312389654767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/10/ahh-i-havent-blogged-in-forever-man.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TMkdW54-JXI/AAAAAAAAAe4/N6HFaYMuC-s/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-3084395118372323261</id><published>2010-10-21T14:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T16:41:57.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i have some sort of abnormal skin disease. thr are like red bumps on my armssss. and its like not pain or anything. mcm hantu cubit me. ): omg!! thr is 1 on my left hand, 3 on my left arm. 1 on my right wrist, and 4 on my right arm. Ahhhhh! &amp;amp;i dont know how to make it go away. )':&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have major insomnia too. last night, i went to bed at like 12:50. was awake the whooole night. @330am i was gna tweet "hi, im bored. if you are too, call me! we'd talk:D" but i didnt even get the chance to tweet that and faliq called me regarding later! @430 my sis woke up get ready go work, she left arnd 530. @6 my Dad wakes up. 615 my brothers' alarm clock rings, 635 he actually gets out of bed, &amp;amp;leaves by 650. imaginee. younger sis wakes up @715, older sis wakes up @745. i think then i fell aslp. awh, i need a cuddle please. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;later on, plans are still on! Yay, in the end it was me &amp;amp;Faliq who planned it. pfft. ask wrong people of course they dont wna come right. this guy said, "if he goes, i'll go" eh, like that i wldnt be mixing arnd with them right. so later gna meet the guys @4 at Tamp! then gna go Parkwayy buy my &lt;b&gt;KOI&lt;/b&gt;!!!!!!!! &amp;amp;play pool. oh how i miss playing pool:D but i miss Koi more, its KOI duhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then at night, might be popping in to Eddie's chalet! im going tmr instd. this girl ask me to go tdy cos her friend quote die die wants to get to know me unquote. Ew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hee, everything is turning purple! tumblr, hotmail, twitter shld too:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it goes like this, 6 Gays committed suicide as they were bullied in sch bcos they were gays. so to support gayism &amp;amp;to commemorate the death of these guys, wear purple! hmph. i am happy that everything is purple (cos thats my favorite color), BUT THEN i dont support gayism. not fair lor! thr's alr not enough MEN in the world, then these handful (&amp;amp;most possibly hot eg. NEIL PATRICK HARRIS &amp;amp;his BOYFRIEND) of men are gay. GAY! whyy? )': i'd probably die unmarried. awwhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;amp;isnt it like against the "bro code" to ask out your "bro's" ex-girlfriend?&lt;/i&gt; :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-3084395118372323261?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/3084395118372323261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=3084395118372323261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/3084395118372323261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/3084395118372323261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-think-i-have-some-sort-of-abnormal.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-5258505669247547090</id><published>2010-10-17T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T23:59:03.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TLscasNNvKI/AAAAAAAAAew/MRBCKAiJtYc/s1600/tumblr_laf8yqzeeO1qzj75mo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TLscasNNvKI/AAAAAAAAAew/MRBCKAiJtYc/s400/tumblr_laf8yqzeeO1qzj75mo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529044212396178594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want someone i can go to. someone i can tell my secrets to. someone who wont judge me for the mistakes ive made, for the mistakes i will continue to make. i want someone who understands. i want someone who hears, not just listens. i want someone who says good night to me, and prays to God they will get the chance to say good morning. i want someone who knows my quirks. i want someone who wipes my tears away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want someone who &lt;i&gt;needs&lt;/i&gt; me. i want someone who &lt;i&gt;loves&lt;/i&gt; me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-5258505669247547090?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/5258505669247547090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=5258505669247547090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/5258505669247547090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/5258505669247547090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-want-someone-i-can-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TLscasNNvKI/AAAAAAAAAew/MRBCKAiJtYc/s72-c/tumblr_laf8yqzeeO1qzj75mo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-3416228964306399273</id><published>2010-10-16T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T22:12:49.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so i found out im 5'6. that is still petite in antm, sad, i thot i wld be like 5'8 or something!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well anyways, i wore my size zero jeans, &amp;amp;man, they just kept falling. but i like it, so im still gna keep it! its distressed on my right leg, so lovely! how to make my waist grow broader &amp;amp;fatter? i need that! had a hair trim, all say look same, but in my ponytail, its so short! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had like a feast full of meat for lunch, tea and dinner! uhm, black pepper beef for lunch, then chicken crispy for snacks @the Cathay, the guy thr wanted to give it to us for free in exchange for my number(; hahahaha, but like mean only! i watch &lt;b&gt;the Child's Eye&lt;/b&gt; w/ Chiapei &amp;amp;Cindy. scary okay, i shrieked! countless of times. lucky i brought my jacket to hide myself this time. no need a guy! jacket wld do! i wasnt the only scared one so its okay :b&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that we didnt know what to do so we just wandered arnd &amp;amp;decided to bus to Airport for dinner, reached thr arnd 10ish @Astons, late right. Hickory BBQ chicken w/ mashed poetaytoe &amp;amp;friiiies. i wanted my nachos cheese, but they say cheese is fattening): but in the end they didnt have it! ohmygosh, i needa bring Nachos Cheese wherever i go now, sudden craving for Creamy Cheeseee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so my current cravings are &lt;b&gt;Koi&lt;/b&gt;! (since faliq told me abt his Koi dream! gosh, i was in it[; ), &lt;b&gt;Nachos Cheese&lt;/b&gt;(since yesterday), &lt;b&gt;Strawberry Oreo&lt;/b&gt; Bubbletea from Each-A-Cup(since everyday!), &lt;b&gt;POPEYES CHiCKEN&lt;/b&gt;(since faliq's chalet when Wati was saying Popeyes is not nice ]': ), &lt;b&gt;Reese Peanut Buttercups&lt;/b&gt;(since my birthday when i went to Cocoa Trees). i just want to eat. me is hungreh, omg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i found out yesterday that im known as, "the Portugese one right? the girl who mixes with Malay people but just stones &amp;amp;keeps quiet." nice to know. but its sorta true right? okay its true): then can still ask why i hang out with Malays, need i explain myself countless of times? i blh phm melayu sikit je. lebih banyak dari Cheenanese. i actually do understand most things, but not every single word. hee, better than nothing right? so careful what you people say arnd me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; hmph. i understand. so if i ignore you and give you a cold shoulder, dont say im PMSing, im just annoyed by you. its not nice talking abt people behind their back, &amp;amp;its worst to talk abt them into their face! so what if they dont understand, c'mon give 'em a break! they arent perfect! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, and i taught my sister how to knuckle touch ^^ she's so cool. horh ;D i taught her how to tweese(peace sign) too. when she watches shows, she can say THE END. she knows how to webcam! like omg, thats the good use of 4 lappy's in the house. she knows how to laugh at comedys or any funny thing anyone does. im so proud of her(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next wk wld be going back to SAC bcos they're gna tear the building down. BOTH Primary &amp;amp;Secondary. &amp;amp;when they build the new one, its for either one of the sch. so the new sch is gna be as large as 2 sch. wtf? that is so unfair, all my 'hard' donations since primary sch. i remember when i was young, my mom asked me to sing to my relatives so that they wld donate, how unfair): theyre gna have a freaking escalator, &amp;amp;airconditioned sports gym &amp;amp;airconditioned hall. omg, dont tell me aircon classrooms too please. i'd be uber jealous! :/ im alr jealous with the escalator, for all 4 years i've been on the 3rd or higher floor. torturous climbing up! okay kidding, it wasnt. BUT STILL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hehe, pretty anot? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TLm4PpiwBDI/AAAAAAAAAeo/7RdhRzSREkk/s320/IMG_0253.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528652596563149874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-3416228964306399273?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/3416228964306399273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=3416228964306399273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/3416228964306399273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/3416228964306399273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-i-found-out-im-56.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TLm4PpiwBDI/AAAAAAAAAeo/7RdhRzSREkk/s72-c/IMG_0253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-2688627539878980191</id><published>2010-10-16T17:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T17:05:05.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALL GUYS SHLD GET THIS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ezVib_giTFo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ezVib_giTFo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-2688627539878980191?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/2688627539878980191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=2688627539878980191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/2688627539878980191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/2688627539878980191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-guy-shld-get-this-v.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-2336619472003831162</id><published>2010-10-12T23:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T22:09:08.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hiiiii, got miss me anot? feels like i havent visited /blogged in years! ): i havent been home these past few days, omg right! im at hm like 1hr bfor i gta leave my hse or never here at all:/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tdy went Novena @10am. hee, for Wing Tai surveys! omg can. thats whr he works! ): g2000 is under that same company! haishh. anyways, most of them were complaints to increase pay! i wonder how much they pay. they cant be that horrible right? Hah, and they got clothing allowance, i also want please:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slept in the bus otw back, and when i woke up. Gulps. thr was a man sitting next to me with his hand on my thigh. wtf! i wiggled and sat up straight, then he also woke up. but he kept his hand thr, it was still touching the side of my leg. freak ! then thr were so many other seats he still sat next to me. CHINAMAN AH THIS ONE! :@ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i forgot what i did last wk, i know i watched Eat Pray Love &amp;amp;hated it.  boring ttm! i slept. but i learnt something. i may not have someone to love right now, but in the future im sure thr wld be one right. RIGHT? well, i hope so:/ had Cafe Cartel for dinner, that was 60$plus. FAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday morning headed out. then met wati and went to nads' hse to paint nailss. i only like my left hand, bcos im right handed, duhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TLRdNcw7pOI/AAAAAAAAAeA/f9sHR8zM2tQ/s320/IMG_0385.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527145128331551970" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my leftie! i love the Peace one! kekeke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TLRhg9xCanI/AAAAAAAAAeY/maLcYW_y19U/s320/IMG_0358.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527149861654391410" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this is rightie, ugly right! i know! ): i did the star &amp;amp;the heart. Polka dots &amp;amp;Mickey Mouse done by Wati. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hee. from thr went to Faliq's party! omg, so crowded!! all his relative &amp;amp;friends came. so hung arnd with the TP students, made new friends. was pending if i shld ton anot, cos i only know Ayid &amp;amp;Haziq &amp;amp;of course bday boy. but thr were his friends, they confirm ton betol? but ton anyway, lazy go church thats why:X ahem, saw a cute boy in Green at the party. he kept on turning around! whee~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahaha. then you know how you feel when someone stares at you, like you'd just know it. felt this guy was staring at me. throughout the whole night! creepy right! but i kept on looking back. &amp;amp;he got cuter by each look&lt;b&gt;:/&lt;/b&gt; oops, ikr! so weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;he cooked chicken wings for me! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;plays guitar, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;sing &amp;amp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;he's in a band!(:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;but i dont know his name &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;i bet i'll never see him agn ):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;i like his voice too&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, not low &amp;amp;scary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;^^&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but its creepy he kept on staring! even when i was playing card games with Haziq &amp;amp;H (his best friend) he was turning around. &amp;amp;when i was singing along to Mayday (i think he realised i cldnt sing ]: ) &amp;amp;also when i was trying to sleep! hahaha, cute kn(:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; i want to know his name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the whole night til morning, they were jamming out and i was singing along to the songs, its been a long time since i've heard Rock music, they played Mayday, A7X, Alesana! omg, i missed that. no one i know now listens to them. last time had Sam, Pq and all. now everyone's into Club music. its not bad, i like it too. but no headbanging, ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had Macd for breakfast w/ Haziq &amp;amp;H then went home with them &amp;amp;Jukebox. Jukebox said he thot i was a &lt;b&gt;SECTWO /SECTHREE&lt;/b&gt; student. are you kidding me! do i look &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; immature? ): well, reached home 11plus, slept and woke up @1 to head out! then Haziq asked me to go back to the chalet at night agn! i didnt know if i shld, heh. then Bday boy called me and ask me come over cos thr was nobody. so ton agn! it was only Ayid, Faliq, Faliq's bff, Haziq, H, Haziq's friend. wtf, i am once again the only girl w/ &lt;b&gt;6guys&lt;/b&gt;! i need to find a girl who can ton with me. seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the whole night they were talking about sick stuff, anything that comes across your mind? they talked about everything! even made sounds. Huhhh, lucky they talked in malay. some words i didnt understand. better for me not to hear it right! &amp;amp;its true! guys do bitch more than girls! they were talking abt this person for like 4hrs. i kept my mouth shut &amp;amp;just listened. hee. &amp;amp;occasionally asked whats the meaning of words. they all consider me as a guy alr): hahahaha, well, not as tho i've never seen a guy in just only his boxers right? Oops. but damn cute, they kept on using the blanket to cover themselves:b &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i fell asleep @4, i only had 2hours of sleep the day bfor! didnt sleep the whole night mah, woke up agn at 7 and chit chatted a while more. Bday boy kept on asking me to speak in Malay:/ malu sia. i tk blh ckp melayu, sngt kelakar! hahahah, i only can listen &amp;amp;try make it out, cannt speak cos i scared i use the wrong words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, i made new close friends, Haziq &amp;amp;Faliq! like rhyme only. Koi &amp;amp;Pool last wk of sch okiie! :D checked out at 11, so i cldnt have my PANCAKES! I WANT PANCAKESSSS! ): so ended up eating KFC, slow service i tell ya! i ate Faliq's Shroom burger while waiting for mine:P reached home @1 but had to go off to meet SAM! omg, in 48hrs i only had 5hrs of sleep! dieeeee much? hung out with Skater dudees, i wna learn how to skate! i've always wanted to be a skater chic in Sec sch. Yes, i was like that then. reached home @12! then slept arnd 1, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tdy wake up @7! now you can reread the whole post and know what i did for the day(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg, this guy is annoying. i am nice right, i so nicely tell him "i just had a rough breakup, i dont want to get into another relationship just yet". thats the reason i tell ALL guys im not interested in. &amp;amp;he says, its okay, i'll wait for you. when you're ready tell me. omfg, please no. go find another girl. aftr this one i think i will go back to being high maintenance. people complain say i too hard to please, i demand too much from them; time &amp;amp;money! so i try to be easier and apparently, its too easy that some people let go. fine lor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh &amp;amp;i just found out that John Lennon's bday was on the 9th Oct! &amp;amp;he was a man of Peace in a way. AND I PAINTED PEACE SIGNS ON MY NAILSSSS. okay wow, weird much? i didnt know that:/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-2336619472003831162?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/2336619472003831162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=2336619472003831162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/2336619472003831162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/2336619472003831162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/10/hi-got-miss-me-anot-feels-like-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TLRdNcw7pOI/AAAAAAAAAeA/f9sHR8zM2tQ/s72-c/IMG_0385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-5078030771449647421</id><published>2010-10-07T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T21:41:38.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have stopped accepting random people's friend request. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-5078030771449647421?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/5078030771449647421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=5078030771449647421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/5078030771449647421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/5078030771449647421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-jealous.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-9148088015037815325</id><published>2010-10-05T22:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T21:39:50.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tdy met my bbygirl&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;! we bought the same ring and bra! :b mine's the Batman! hers is Rainbow. keke, met so many people i knew, Sacians (Sec5s), my sick minded ex boss (he kept on licking his lips every time he talks to me; &amp;amp;he said i look prettier now :/ Yikes!), met Vienna too! ♥ i spent every single penny that i withdrew tdy, depressing much? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tmr gna meet Nad &amp;amp;Wati gna shop for Faliq's bday pressie! dont know what to get but thats why we're meeting at 3! wows, another long day in town. i dont know what to wear either! hmm, thurs is Nails Day, im gna love my nails, will post up the picture so stay tuned(; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;Fri gna meet my other beloveds&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am very pissed at this particular girl. i lent her my booties, &amp;amp;guess what, when i asked if i can have it back so i can wear it to the party on Saturday, she told me, "You need it on Sat? But I also want to use it on Sat leh. How? :/" Eeeee, this kind of girl ah! in the first place the booties belong to me. if i want to use it let me use it right! she said she wanted it last wk! so what every wkend she's gna use it? then me? cannt use it ah? the whole wk she kept it cos she say got work &amp;amp;all cannt meet me then now! &gt;:[ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i very the not happy. curse youuuu! mfk!&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/20154412-9148088015037815325?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/9148088015037815325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=9148088015037815325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/9148088015037815325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/9148088015037815325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/10/tdy-met-my-bbygirl-tmr-gna-meet-nad-gna.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-404472172411277338</id><published>2010-10-03T22:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T12:25:44.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Boy:&lt;/b&gt; I broke up with her.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;His Best Friend:&lt;/b&gt; What happened?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boy:&lt;/b&gt; She’s just too much for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;His Best Friend:&lt;/b&gt; What makes you say that? What did she do wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boy:&lt;/b&gt; Well, for one.. She only cared about her appearance. Always had to look good, always took forever to get dressed! So insecure..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;His Best Friend: &lt;/b&gt;So, you broke her heart because she wanted to keep your eyes locked on her? She wanted you to see that you have the prettiest girl under your sleeve and not think otherwise? I see..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boy:&lt;/b&gt; Oh.. Well.. She’d often call me or text me asking where I am, who I’m with, telling me not to smoke, not to drink. She’s so clingy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;His Best Friend:&lt;/b&gt; So, you broke her heart because she cares about your well being? Because she cares about you a lot? And her greatest fear is losing you. I see..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boy:&lt;/b&gt; But.. Uhh.. Well, she’d always cry when I say something slightly mean. She can’t handle anything. She’s a crybaby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;His Best Friend:&lt;/b&gt; So, you broke her heart because she has feelings? And because she just wanted to hear you say you love her? I see..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boy:&lt;/b&gt; I.. Well! You know, she’d get jealous easily. I could barely talk to other girls! She’s so annoying! I had to hide it from her so she wouldn’t bitch about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;His Best Friend:&lt;/b&gt; So, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;you broke her heart because she just wanted you to commit to her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;? She thought you were faithful, but you lied so she could find out later and get hurt even more? She just wanted the guy she loves the most to love only her. I see..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boy:&lt;/b&gt; Well, she..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;His Best Friend:&lt;/b&gt; You broke up with her because she’s good for you? She just wanted the best for you? She’s broken now because &lt;b&gt;you were selfish&lt;/b&gt;. Are you proud?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boy:&lt;/b&gt; I broke her heart.. Because I couldn’t see what was happening.. What happened to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;His Best Friend:&lt;/b&gt; You lost the girl that loved you like no one else could. You see? You didn’t want her when all she ever wanted was you. THAT’S what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think about it, when she’s &lt;b&gt;too much for you&lt;/b&gt;. She just wants the best for you. Because to her &lt;b&gt;YOU’RE&lt;/b&gt; the best. If you don’t like something, talk to her about it. You mean so much to her. Don’t just give up. Don’t just leave because you want the easy way out. Ya’ Dig?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-404472172411277338?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/404472172411277338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=404472172411277338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/404472172411277338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/404472172411277338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/10/boy-i-broke-up-with-her.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-2581832430938519304</id><published>2010-10-03T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T00:12:57.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;last night i slept at like 4am! i dont know. i just cldnt fall asleep. and woke up at 6ish. for my brother Passing Out Parade (POP) he has graduated from Tekong! Yay! okay, the boys had to march 24km from Changi to Floating Platform, isnt it sad or sad? &amp;amp;tdy i was eye-candying all the boyssss. Oops, sorry not boys. MEN. keke, you see their muscles, and their yummilicious body! the Chinese boys some still scrawny. its like all the training didnt build up their muscles! ): the Malay boys on the other hand, winkwinks (; &lt;b&gt;Yummmmmmiiex&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my brother gave me a present 2 wks ago and it hasnt left me yet. want to know what it is? cough and flu. up til today!! im stil sick! throughout the night i am coughing and coughing and it feels like im abt to vomit, how sad right. i feel like vomitting really. felt like crying; torturous! havent cried myself to sleep in a month. until last night  :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the night bfor i cldnt sleep at all, woke up at 7am bcos i cldnt breathe! omg, i think im dying! and i have bruises on my arms. i look like an abused child. must be the abusive boy  &gt;:@ rough rough somemore ah! tsk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im not working next wk at all even tho i sent in my schedule! thats bcos my pass expire, so i better buy my stuffs first! Prada or Burberry wallet? :P but that also means i wldnt be seeing my policeman anymore. ): no more magicccck )': &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i feel so vulnerable nowadays. its like whoever is being sweet to me, i'll go awh and i dont know. its like got so much love to give, but i dont know who to give it to. my friends have enough, anymore i think it wld just be to wrong right? this irritating boy keep on saying he's gna wait. i dont want him to, i keep on saying go find someone else, yet he insist. just bcos i dont have a boyfriend now doesnt you hafta make your move right. urgh. &amp;amp;&amp;amp;it takes time! HE EVEN TOLD ME HE DIDNT MIND BEING A REBOUND! omg, phucking desperate much? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these couple of wks have been occupied. Yay! &lt;b&gt;no time to think abt you anymore&lt;/b&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You used to make me happy, but now you just make me sad.&lt;br /&gt;If I could rip you out of my heart, believe me Boy, I would have had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-2581832430938519304?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/2581832430938519304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=2581832430938519304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/2581832430938519304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/2581832430938519304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-feel-so-vulnerable-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-3275824762784630494</id><published>2010-10-02T06:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T12:42:38.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="490" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XPBwXKgDTdE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XPBwXKgDTdE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="490" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You said "I'll never leave you alone"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember how I felt sitting by the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp;everytime I look at you, it's like the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You &lt;/i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;are &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;were the best thing, that's ever been &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;mine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hold on, we can make it last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hold on, and &lt;b&gt;never turn back&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What am I scared of the most? &lt;i&gt;Loosing the people I love.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-3275824762784630494?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/3275824762784630494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=3275824762784630494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/3275824762784630494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/3275824762784630494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-said-ill-never-leave-you-alone-i.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-2075129972676425543</id><published>2010-09-30T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T00:19:19.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what i miss the most. i miss the old me. i miss the girl who loved leather-ed stuff. who loved the rockstar, scene, grunge fashion. i loved it but never had it, nowhere in Singapore had what i like. &amp;amp;now they do, but i grew out of it. even the leather bracelet, so prettyful, yet i said i wldnt wear it. the other day i was with my sec sch friends, i felt so weird with them. like extra. thats what i get for not hanging out with them . &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways. Saturday went Town &amp;amp;Airport to accompany Sam to work. saw Sher Mern &amp;amp;Nicholas thr. ohmygod, if i knew they were coming thr i wldnt stay thr! they going Shang Hai. i had to take cab hm that day, bcos i left Airport late. haish. Sunday, after church went to Nad's Open House with Wati, Eddie, Faliq, Haziq &amp;amp;Kas. hee, then later went to play pool. guess what, i beat 3 boys. (; kekekeke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday, worked aftrnn with Qing Hui @BT, my policeman was thr &amp;amp;he showed me another magic trick! Qing Hui is nice lorh. he's cute. if he was taller it wld be better;D he's such a gentleman i swear. he's so nice! hahaha. then worked with Derek @T2, boring as hell i tell you! urgh, the whole time i was playing my DS til the battery went flat. after that went to meet ChiaPei &amp;amp;Cindy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haiyoo, i think i'll grow fat lorh. had Kaya Toast for breakfast, Tsukimi Udon for lunch, then Koi, then had chicken rice for "dinner", later had my Cookie &amp;amp;Cream from Once Upon A Milkshake then Starbucks bfor heading home. reached home almost 1plus, again. then wednesday worked with Shayne @BT AGAIN. he. is. damn. adorable! omg. he's so cuteee. &amp;amp;&amp;amp;he's such a softie! so sayang! when i knocked my head on the cupboard he sayang my head. cute cute sia! and when i spilt the HOT MILO on me, he was like! (: haha, but yeah. he's Chinese. so ): he's Eddy's friend! (Y) shld hang out more with him! mwahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tdy, worked with Samantha Tan @BT. sien lorh she! haish, i think i prefer working with boys. she disappear 1hr go sleep, then i was freezing one corner bored to death. then 2 of the security guards talk to me in malay. i as having Macd Breakfast Deluxe then he ask me why i eating alone (in malay ah) then i say my friend went to buy (in english). then he went off. then another one came and ask me if i was cold (in malay) and i say yeah very cold! (in english) like duhh, i am wearing a jacket right! hmph. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;later i lunched with Samantha Lum, went to her terminal, she was working with SHAYNE! kekeke. cuteeeeeee ttm! ate BAK CHOR MEE! (Y) &amp;amp;we saw other crew members from other terminals thr horh. hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alrights. goodnights. me is sleepy! tmr going for new job training! Yays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-2075129972676425543?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/2075129972676425543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=2075129972676425543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/2075129972676425543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/2075129972676425543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-know-what-i-miss-most.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-3469708160545066095</id><published>2010-09-30T00:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T00:13:05.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday Mag &amp;amp;Lina!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;theyre not twins dont worry, its my 2nd &amp;amp;younger sister. cool uh, both got same birthday! not forgetting my cousins bday! Kenneth! havent seen him in forever sia. who ask them to stay in Serangoon. he ahbeng yknow! daddy's bringing me back to the hospital tmr. my mom insists on it bcos i have been coughing the whole night. also, I GOT RASHES. tak boleh tahannnn. itchy like shitz! goodnight, tmr im working morning shift. i will blog my week's outing in the aftrnn. '-'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;dont start it with me. he may not be here but hey, im still that bitch.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-3469708160545066095?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/3469708160545066095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=3469708160545066095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/3469708160545066095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/3469708160545066095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/09/tdy-is-both-my-sisters-birthday-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-8159609617690705084</id><published>2010-09-28T10:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T00:26:01.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"In life, you always have a choice. You'd only know you if you made the right choice when you feel good about it and at the same time, relieved. If you feel miserable or regretful, it's obvious you made the wrong one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats your horoscope for the month. mine is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Don't expect your relationships to be perfect because nothing is ever perfect. You'd only know if you two are perfect together if you both are happy being in the company of each other."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i fall in love with you more and more each day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-8159609617690705084?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/8159609617690705084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=8159609617690705084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/8159609617690705084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/8159609617690705084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-life-you-always-have-choice.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-6660590507833626765</id><published>2010-09-27T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T10:07:58.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yknow what i hate the most? guys adding you up &amp;amp;then they thank you for the request. OHPUHLEASE, have you looked in the mirror? why the &lt;b&gt;puck&lt;/b&gt; wld i want to add you. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;*im gna be a good catholic &amp;amp;stop cursing, so instd of F, im using P. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PUCK YOU! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;cute right;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;sounds like it, but not exactly it. &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/20154412-6660590507833626765?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/6660590507833626765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=6660590507833626765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/6660590507833626765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/6660590507833626765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/09/yknow-what-i-hate-most-guys-adding-you.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-1473946325372474820</id><published>2010-09-25T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T16:31:17.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am very disappointed in myself  :@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stupid girl, stupid marieta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-1473946325372474820?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/1473946325372474820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=1473946325372474820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/1473946325372474820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/1473946325372474820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-very-not-happy-with-myself-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20154412.post-2037758059097500453</id><published>2010-09-24T14:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T23:35:14.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hiiii, okay. so tuesday i went Jalan Raya with my Poly friends. more people this year cos we all socialised when we went to Cambodiaa! kekee, so Myzza, Faliq, Haziq, Hazrie, Dane, Aisyah. like double of last year horh. but we went to a few houses only, not all. so many people how to go all right? hmm, this yr i wore baju kurung from Nad. its super big! i wore a very pretty butterfly broach at the back. like weird uh, but quite okay. i think i look weird leh. heh. you see, i look fat in that photo. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TJxSUaAd2kI/AAAAAAAAAdw/bjf77b1oLXw/s320/IMG_0038.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 199px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520377753781525058" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reached home close to 1. had to cab home alone :/ scary ohkay. oh &amp;amp;not forgetting it was my GBF's 19th birthday! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the next day (wednesday) i went to meet PeiQi &amp;amp;Cindy Poh. Koi &amp;amp;pool then dinner at &lt;b&gt;Ichiban Boshi&lt;/b&gt;! Ooh, damn yummy. had &lt;b&gt;Sashimi Salad&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Ramen&lt;/b&gt;. Ooh, damn yummy i swear, but i was still hungry aftr that. went to macD lepak for a while. before heading down to Simpang Playground (ghost story place) to play with sparklers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the pictures &amp;amp;the lights to prettyful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TJxlHI64L2I/AAAAAAAAAd4/KzIjou8mcEA/s320/62545_443271817660_538812660_5009200_709831_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 199px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520398416577310562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we look like Magicians!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these 2 days stay at home since i wasnt working. supposed to buy charger for my camera but then it was raining! so didnt go out in the end, lucky lorh! bcos in the end my charger worked. if not i wld have wasted moneyy lorh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20154412-2037758059097500453?l=onelast-apology.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/feeds/2037758059097500453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20154412&amp;postID=2037758059097500453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/2037758059097500453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20154412/posts/default/2037758059097500453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelast-apology.blogspot.com/2010/09/hiiii-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>marieta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07249350360493470468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J9ydtJ5m9Ms/TJxSUaAd2kI/AAAAAAAAAdw/bjf77b1oLXw/s72-c/IMG_0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
