<?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-3522107432876716719</id><updated>2011-09-30T22:33:17.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy.life(x</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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>195</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522107432876716719.post-2738300378452497699</id><published>2011-03-20T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T00:20:56.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>byebye blog.</title><content type='html'>till forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dislike looking and typing in this tiny box framed by brownish looking boarders. i use to like it though. becos now it reminds me of all my wrong doings. and that i hypothetically claim to be correct by writing it here. so now i shall click on "publish post" one last time:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant undo it, but i can feel differently about it:)&lt;br /&gt;people dont change, feelings does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found somewhere better to write in, the one with a blue background.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-2738300378452497699?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/2738300378452497699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2011/03/byebye-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/2738300378452497699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/2738300378452497699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2011/03/byebye-blog.html' title='byebye blog.'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-4991205690407903014</id><published>2011-02-25T01:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T00:47:24.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>theory of the multi-verse</title><content type='html'>i bet some of u remember what this is, i did mention it before. longggg ago.&lt;br /&gt;multi-verse means there are an infinite amount of hypothetical universes parallel to ours that contain every single possible set of circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts now are pretty messed up. i don't regret any decisions I've made thus i wont have the desire to be in another parallel universe. OK maybe one, what if I'm in dental? HAHA! i bet I'll never get over this issue. but anyway, what will be the outcome? i wont be able to meet saw and kenglai. and I'll prolly have ALOT of meet ups with xf:D haha! but u know, definitely there will be a positive and negative side to each situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life for me have been great so far, how about you guys? i miss all of you. honestly i felt the distance or lets say, my negligence towards all of my love ones. i am not making the effort now. one undeniable fact as to where-all-my-time-goes is KL, then the rest of my time, I'm either doing homework or just nuaing at home doing nothing. i learn to spare myself from a busy schedule. not that i hate being busy, partly because my mum needs us more now. nothing feels better than home:) if i hate to come back to an empty house, i believe it's harder for my mum to stay IN an empty house until we're back. hai, lao le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the whole study week, I've been to KL friend's hse to study. the 6 of us, formed a study group. well i wouldn't say it's enjoyable, but at least I'm able to calm down and study. besides, they are all my seniors. oh and it's 3 couples. the guys are KL's clique friend, and the gals are their gf. i.am.the.youngest!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL introduced me to his parents and all his friends. i really appreciate the effort. it makes me feel that i really matter although he didn't say it out loud. Bringing me into his world. i love how our conversation flow, he'll never lose track of it, battling each other to see whose thought can get ahead of the other was amazing. and his deep sense of humour, haha. we had a few friend-like conversation which makes me feel 'oh hey, that's cool, you can actually be a pretty good friend' but don't get me wrong, it's cool that when we talk like a friend, he doesn't touch or hold me or say really silly things like 'oh don't worry baby I'll still love u' kinda thing? cos when i need advice, i don't want to know u love me, i need to know what's right, i need to know u're processing with me and not bring me down with reality(like my dad, reality check, cmf!). he's great, he just have all the answers or at least we can compromise to a solution. and then at the end he'll just hug me and say 'it's OK, u have all my support, just do it, I'll catch if u fall'.&lt;br /&gt;G.E.N.I.U.S. i think he've seen enough of i-need-to-fall-hard-in-order-to-learn situation. this is creepy. there's a lot of incident whereby he just watch when i fly but catch me when i fall. i couldn't be more thankful to have such a partner in my life. almost 4 months now, but each time we date it's just like the first. it's magical how this feeling never fades. and every time I'm thinking of all these, he'll open up and tell me the same thing too. magical mutual understanding.&lt;br /&gt;he's kinda my muscle memory now. like once we learn how to cycle, we can never really forget the feeling. the way he forces me to walk behind him using the way he hold my hand, the way our fingers curl, which by the way is super irrtating when he just want to bring me around in circles. haha. confident guy, if he isn't my man today, i'd have admire this guy. he'll never read this anyway, so i can just talk shit behind his back here:D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw has been a big part of my life now. basically we share the same thinking. which is cool and retarded all together. Food Opera! long story. she's also another black horse in my class. take it this way, the 2 of us play lik crazy but o'lvl fking heng then come to this course. the rest of them is really hardworking people. we'r just lik hun hun. we always say, 'short cut isn't cheating, it's streetsmart' and 'Die or fly, we fly' HAHA! rubbish alot, but i believe we'll make it to the top someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i WANT this to be the single possible set of parallel universe that have this relationship, friendship with saw, fang and all my hoseh mates lasting for my entire life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-4991205690407903014?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/4991205690407903014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2011/02/theory-of-multi-verse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/4991205690407903014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/4991205690407903014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2011/02/theory-of-multi-verse.html' title='theory of the multi-verse'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-1484837900460493320</id><published>2011-02-24T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T22:33:24.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one word.</title><content type='html'>commitments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-1484837900460493320?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/1484837900460493320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/1484837900460493320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/1484837900460493320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-word.html' title='one word.'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-8146209044471450709</id><published>2011-02-24T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T22:31:05.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be away..</title><content type='html'>from 4th mar to 13th mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my exams end on 1st mar. just thought i shld let anyone who happens to visit know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually im thinking.. why does each of my holiday seem to be so pack, yet i dont feel lik i've met everyone and done anything. seriously what am i doing with life? 13th im back, BAM, half of the holiday is gone. then a week or so after tt, im going back to malaysia. again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-8146209044471450709?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/8146209044471450709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2011/02/ill-be-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/8146209044471450709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/8146209044471450709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2011/02/ill-be-away.html' title='i&apos;ll be away..'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-9186255292730562874</id><published>2011-01-31T00:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T01:06:38.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just wanna say.. i may not be there in any case, but i still care. pls dont forget how it used to be for i kept those memories dearly to me:)</title><content type='html'>i nv blog cos im addicted to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUMB1ER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAAAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-9186255292730562874?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/9186255292730562874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-just-wanna-say-i-may-not-be-there-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/9186255292730562874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/9186255292730562874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-just-wanna-say-i-may-not-be-there-in.html' title='i just wanna say.. i may not be there in any case, but i still care. pls dont forget how it used to be for i kept those memories dearly to me:)'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-2769114782527540798</id><published>2011-01-02T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T01:51:51.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:')</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TR9jIVDrM8I/AAAAAAAABuU/oFWNlUVdD9o/s1600/tumblr_l9ygf5qcAL1qaodr1o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557269459941143490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TR9jIVDrM8I/AAAAAAAABuU/oFWNlUVdD9o/s320/tumblr_l9ygf5qcAL1qaodr1o1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-"when i'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, u must be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;exciting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. when i'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;distant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, u must be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cheerful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. when u'r &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;defiant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, i'll be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;peaceful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. i'll &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;secure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ur &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;powers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i'll &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;calm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; u down when u'r in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;heat &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anger &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and make u&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i'll be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;tender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with ur &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;passion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. and most of all i'll defeat u using my &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;intelligence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; during ur &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;war&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;blood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ok baby? cos im &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; u'r &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, see how much we'r made for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was lik.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-wow.. how did u even manage to come up with that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*MELTS BIG TIME*&lt;br /&gt;ALTHOUGH IT FKING DONT MAKE SENSE!! HAHAHHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw this innocent pic describing colors. his fav was blue and mine's red. i was thinking true enough, it defines a person. so i showed it to him, and this is wad he told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attimeslikethisihopehe'sjustnexttomesothaticouldkisshimhardandholdhimtight! WHY THE FUCK U LIVE AT TANAHMERAH NBCB!! wouldnt life be so much better if u were just down the streets?&lt;br /&gt;sorryimgoingcrazypleaseshootmenow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-2769114782527540798?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/2769114782527540798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/2769114782527540798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/2769114782527540798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=':&apos;)'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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/_ZKRNob-053E/TR9jIVDrM8I/AAAAAAAABuU/oFWNlUVdD9o/s72-c/tumblr_l9ygf5qcAL1qaodr1o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522107432876716719.post-8927958831718659407</id><published>2011-01-01T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T20:08:48.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>best dec! 2010!</title><content type='html'>just tot i shld "pen" it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010's dec is the best dec i've ever ever had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some highlights.&lt;br /&gt;28th- got to meet ml. LOL! freaking rare tt's why.&lt;br /&gt;29th- hoseh's night. first clubbing experience! yet another night spent with kl.&lt;br /&gt;30th-mainly morning, kl and i watched a very retarded sunrise and honestly tt costly 5hrs of sleep is UN-BA-LI-VAL-BLE-LY AMAZING! HAHAHAHA! cant believe anyone would do anything lik tt. i would, reali want to put 29th night and 30th morning on replay baby!&lt;br /&gt;later was team lunch!:D&lt;br /&gt;31th- spent time with family in the morning. went to meet kl's clique. then went to venus's. awesome night. but most of them got wasted too early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO AS A WHOLE! i spent my 31 with all my bffs and my bf! the joy they brought, it's beyond words!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-8927958831718659407?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/8927958831718659407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2011/01/best-dec-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/8927958831718659407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/8927958831718659407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2011/01/best-dec-2010.html' title='best dec! 2010!'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-633399014495898665</id><published>2011-01-01T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T19:54:59.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck</title><content type='html'>fuck is the respond for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy-"fuck man! tt's fking awesome!:DDDDDD"&lt;br /&gt;VERY happy- ''I SWEAR THIS IS FKING AWESOME!!! WHEEEE!!!:DDD"&lt;br /&gt;sad- "fuck:( why does this fucking thing occure?"&lt;br /&gt;angry-"FUCK! FUCK THIS FKING SHIT MAN"&lt;br /&gt;jealous- "fuck it, tt's damn nice, im so gonna get it one day."&lt;br /&gt;having sex- "fuck."&lt;br /&gt;say hi to frens- "HI FUCKERSS"&lt;br /&gt;say bye to friends- "BYE FUCKERS"&lt;br /&gt;got scolded- "FUCK YOU" *point middle finger*&lt;br /&gt;won an insult- ''HAHA! EAT TT FKER!''&lt;br /&gt;lost an insult- "fuck la.. go away!!"&lt;br /&gt;trying to make someone stay- "can u just fking stay with me?"&lt;br /&gt;trying to make someone go away- "fuck off"&lt;br /&gt;shut up- "stfu"&lt;br /&gt;talk- "eh fuck, talk lei"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just by smiling i know behind those bright brown eyes of my closest friends, there is "fuck u beehian"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!! i know my friends well:)&lt;br /&gt;LOVEYAPPLLOTS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-633399014495898665?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/633399014495898665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2011/01/fuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/633399014495898665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/633399014495898665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2011/01/fuck.html' title='fuck'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-8251319486396843197</id><published>2010-12-29T02:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:57:19.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIAOLING! and partly xuefang too! hahah!</title><content type='html'>COS XF CANT FIND HER CAMERA STUFF, SO WE WONT HAVE PICTURES SOON! but it was a great day! cos.. after so long, the feeling stays! haahaha! couldnt be better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@miaoling! IM SERIOUS THIS TIME AND IM GONNA MAKE THIS WORK! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly when i was questioned about my level of commitment.. i said i was serious. BUT THEN AGAIN, wad's serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i care a little more, i wait a little longer, i have a little more patience.. does these count?:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-8251319486396843197?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/8251319486396843197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-miaoling-and-partly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/8251319486396843197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/8251319486396843197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-miaoling-and-partly.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIAOLING! and partly xuefang too! hahah!'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-6232696314754374399</id><published>2010-12-29T02:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:50:19.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TRowujX9kTI/AAAAAAAABuE/V3P07Yifrxk/s1600/tumblr_lcich9zuVy1qzjggvo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555806666642788658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TRowujX9kTI/AAAAAAAABuE/V3P07Yifrxk/s320/tumblr_lcich9zuVy1qzjggvo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yea, i do always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TRowu46Ob7I/AAAAAAAABuM/SzCqMMgpNsU/s1600/tumblr_ldv9m6V8L71qaodr1o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555806672423645106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TRowu46Ob7I/AAAAAAAABuM/SzCqMMgpNsU/s320/tumblr_ldv9m6V8L71qaodr1o1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND FOR THOSE WHO AR NOT CONVINCED TT HE'S CUTE!!!! HHAHAHAHA XUEFANG AND MIAOLING ESPECIALLYYY!!!!! RAAWWRRRRR!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why him? cos he's the best thing tt had happened to me. end of story:)&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/3522107432876716719-6232696314754374399?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/6232696314754374399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/6232696314754374399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/6232696314754374399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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/_ZKRNob-053E/TRowujX9kTI/AAAAAAAABuE/V3P07Yifrxk/s72-c/tumblr_lcich9zuVy1qzjggvo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522107432876716719.post-4515746119740470385</id><published>2010-12-27T16:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T17:19:45.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be gentle when you're breaking someone else' heart, 'cause one day it's gonna be your turn. -ThisDamnQuote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TRhS1FNLZCI/AAAAAAAABt8/ubwt3nbWR8Y/s1600/imagesCA9AIUHO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 251px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555281212245500962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TRhS1FNLZCI/AAAAAAAABt8/ubwt3nbWR8Y/s320/imagesCA9AIUHO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always had my turn. i see how fast karma get back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he answered all my questions in life, taught me how to survive, the same person whom made me felt so secure now make me feel so lost. whom once taught me to be strong, chase my dreams, live my life.. now put me down, trip me with reality, pull me back from taking risk.&lt;br /&gt;18years back, he wipe away my tears, but now, he's the reason for these tears. what happened dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after so long.. i reali dont wanna win anymore. i dont want any arguements. u'r the one who seems to be hungry for these victory. nvm.. it's not like either of us are willing to change. it's not lik changes will slvage this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, it all comes down to trust. understood, i no longer have that. it also explained why all these happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt gentle in doing so. i believe the pain im suffering now isnt any lesser than those heart i've broke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-4515746119740470385?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/4515746119740470385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/12/be-gentle-when-youre-breaking-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/4515746119740470385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/4515746119740470385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/12/be-gentle-when-youre-breaking-someone.html' title='Be gentle when you&apos;re breaking someone else&apos; heart, &apos;cause one day it&apos;s gonna be your turn. -ThisDamnQuote'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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/_ZKRNob-053E/TRhS1FNLZCI/AAAAAAAABt8/ubwt3nbWR8Y/s72-c/imagesCA9AIUHO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522107432876716719.post-1014455417876016531</id><published>2010-12-23T16:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T16:46:30.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only my eyes were born this beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TRMJZTxvGEI/AAAAAAAABts/dWuz6bI_s9M/s1600/tumblr_ldtcq0qhtQ1qbzzpzo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553793095888214082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TRMJZTxvGEI/AAAAAAAABts/dWuz6bI_s9M/s320/tumblr_ldtcq0qhtQ1qbzzpzo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! watever, i still like my eyes o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear flu,&lt;br /&gt;my eyes became ._o from o_o&lt;br /&gt;hair is in a mess&lt;br /&gt;and beside me is a bin full of mucus.&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im listening to&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Reckless- Make Me Wanna Die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dYeGw-bo430"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dYeGw-bo430&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Reckless- You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uAXlWseUDbc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uAXlWseUDbc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rock and slow music respectively. me listening to these songs, HAHAH! rare shit. but she is a wonder bitch. look at how she dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fuckyeahtaylormomsen.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://fuckyeahtaylormomsen.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSPIRING!&lt;br /&gt;kboringbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-1014455417876016531?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/1014455417876016531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/12/dear-flu-my-eyes-became.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/1014455417876016531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/1014455417876016531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/12/dear-flu-my-eyes-became.html' title='if only my eyes were born this beautiful'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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/_ZKRNob-053E/TRMJZTxvGEI/AAAAAAAABts/dWuz6bI_s9M/s72-c/tumblr_ldtcq0qhtQ1qbzzpzo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522107432876716719.post-905432249288147616</id><published>2010-12-23T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T01:05:57.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>f u,</title><content type='html'>im a girl so i cant return home late? who the hell set this kind of weak rules? and fyi i have bodyguard everynight. naive. klor. it's not like u dont know how i love learning through the hard way. boring shit. if living life the way u thought i should, my life will be a piece of blank paper or a pile of shit. boring, plain, nothing at all. when i'm on my bed dying, i dont wanna look back at my life and see nothing. nothing significant at all. if everything needs to be planned, calculate the risk, then what's the point of doing it? u'll be too afraid by the end of the day. oh wait, u already are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a life here ok? sorry if im not that kind of whinny scared timid need-fking-lot-of-protection kinda girl. i can take care of myself. physically and emotionally. u are the one who is always affecting my emotions. so i think we need a gap here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i kept going out w my peers, i'll not hangout with family anymore? look who's talking. look who's the one who's not at home each time. so what if i stayed, non of u were home. did i stay home? of cos i did. but did u see it? oh no u didnt. so shld we install a camera at home so that u can check on me in ur office? fuck trust. it's gone long ago. u nv did gave me any. cos im too much of a disappointment. seriously u can let go u know? cos.i.dont.need.u.here.anyway:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not feeling angry as i should. instead im tired of these nonsense alr. i dont even bother looking at u when u lectured me, let alone talking back. im so tired of all these.. from wad? from when i was 13? from the point tt i know ur lifestyle will never be the kind that i will follow. im always in control, just different from u. so u dont see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these chunks of thoughts just went through my mind. but nvm.. i dont even feel lik expressing my opinion. it'll just be treated as ass excuse anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll move out soon. as soon as i can:( i want freedom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-905432249288147616?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/905432249288147616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/12/f-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/905432249288147616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/905432249288147616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/12/f-u.html' title='f u,'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-1675430355203702199</id><published>2010-12-21T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T00:48:24.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>run through.</title><content type='html'>end of mst 9dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9dec-out. shan and kl&lt;br /&gt;10dec-out.kl&lt;br /&gt;11dec to 17dec- malaysia&lt;br /&gt;18dec-out.netball and kl&lt;br /&gt;19dec-out.shihui and kl&lt;br /&gt;20dec(today)-netball AND FINALLY STAYED HOME.&lt;br /&gt;21dec-out.kl cousin's bday party&lt;br /&gt;22dec-out.tzehui and mad&lt;br /&gt;23dec-shopping with mum&lt;br /&gt;24dec&amp;amp;25dec-dad's bday celebration&lt;br /&gt;26dec-hoseh dinner&lt;br /&gt;27dec-out&lt;br /&gt;28dec-ml bday.&lt;br /&gt;29dec-hoseh night out&lt;br /&gt;30dec-netball outing&lt;br /&gt;31dec-countdown party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last phrase of 2010. freaking pack alr:( looking at the red markings on my calender actually freaks me out a little. it freaks me out becos im afraid my frens family and commitment will feel neglected.&lt;br /&gt;im always busy running ard, i really dont know how u feel about that. cos all are equally impt. it's never easy living with me, it'll never be. i feel it, but i didnt want to talk about it. talk=nid changes. now all are set. lets just put it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS, i dun hav time for everyone:( i did put in effort. i didnt just try ok, i DID.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-1675430355203702199?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/1675430355203702199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/12/run-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/1675430355203702199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/1675430355203702199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/12/run-through.html' title='run through.'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-2236520710866459664</id><published>2010-12-11T03:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T04:39:14.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGGGGG DRRROOOLLL MAX~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TQKAD5x_o0I/AAAAAAAABtg/z9K3R2Fnz9Y/s1600/OMG%2BDASHING.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 117px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549138495412347714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TQKAD5x_o0I/AAAAAAAABtg/z9K3R2Fnz9Y/s320/OMG%2BDASHING.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TQKADRd-zqI/AAAAAAAABtY/v7yMASKAFd8/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549138484590988962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TQKADRd-zqI/AAAAAAAABtY/v7yMASKAFd8/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORGASMIC TTM LA!!!!! HAHAHHAHAHA!! k, im one sick bitch now:D LOL! aaaaa, now packing for malaysia! so..................... wont be around for a week.......&lt;br /&gt;but seriously this 2 pics will keep me drooling for 7days straight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-2236520710866459664?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/2236520710866459664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/12/omggggg-drrrooolll-max.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/2236520710866459664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/2236520710866459664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/12/omggggg-drrrooolll-max.html' title='OMGGGGG DRRROOOLLL MAX~!'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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/_ZKRNob-053E/TQKAD5x_o0I/AAAAAAAABtg/z9K3R2Fnz9Y/s72-c/OMG%2BDASHING.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522107432876716719.post-1065201780377368975</id><published>2010-12-09T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T02:17:10.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna put tuesday night on replay!</title><content type='html'>last thing! i really wanna put 6thDec night- 7thDec morning on replay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a magical feeling that kl can just know what im feeling. even without text, calls, let alone seeing my face. at some random point of time, he'll just know what the hell am i up to. lol. and yes, i know what the hell he's thinking too. wa, accomplishment man, for me, with such a lousy 6th sense human being. hahah. it's amazing how we did it. it's just there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my frens were grreeen with envy when they found out about our econs night. honestly it's coincidental that he's good in eveything. and happens to hav driving licence too.. so it's an added advantage? since i did not know these at all when we met? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"come, i help u" when he says this, it's no joke. my econs paper seem reallyy easy to me. LOL!!! wonderful, when i didnt even ask for it. just becos im emotionally unstable at the time, he insisted to see me, knowing when to take charge. he didnt say love, he shows it. in all ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im flying so high now, but im not afraid to fall hard this time. cos tuesday night had alr covered up all the losses even if it all falls apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-1065201780377368975?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/1065201780377368975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-wanna-put-tuesday-night-on-replay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/1065201780377368975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/1065201780377368975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-wanna-put-tuesday-night-on-replay.html' title='i wanna put tuesday night on replay!'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-6288144113634459930</id><published>2010-12-09T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T01:35:41.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last paper.</title><content type='html'>WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! TML IS MY LAST PAPER!! HAHAHAHAHAH!! but, i couldnt sleep:( and mum spoilt my camera-.- it's.really.spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;SO IN OTHER WORDS, I WILL HAVE A NEW CAMERA IN NO TIME!! YESSS LAA! HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.................... as i were saying...................... i couldnt sleep...&lt;br /&gt;SO................... im here to just excercise my fingers:D&lt;br /&gt;AND........... when i look at my nail-less fingers, i go "DARM! I'VE STUDIED WELL THIS TIME"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAH! k.. im bored. he's aslp. im bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMMMMMMP.................................................... oh ya, maybe i should snap more photos if i got a new compact camera. i want tt kind tt hav many many effects! fish eye.. colour splash, vintage? then it will kinda camouflage the ugliness and make my face picture perfect! (Y) loving the idea alr! HAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPP...................... SO.............. i was looking at my palm. everytime when something happens or when someone enters/left my life, i will look at my palm. since it's mythically claimed tt it tells ur life story. HMMMP! then i'll try to look for differences. lik, which line had shorten or gone, are there any sign of extra lines, or broken line... HOWEVER! i always found nth. duhhhh, who will rmb all those fineeee details. but, deep down inside me, i know smt had changed.... it's just that i couldnt find the line la. wth. i'll prove it one day. k maybe not, im not tt lifeless yet. haha. aiya, i oso dunno lei. like, i just know smt la. okok, i know my 6th sense is prolly the worst out of all the girls in this world. idontcare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh did i mention? that, im bored with my tongue piercing alr:( cos, it's just there becos it's there. i guess what had changed cannot be undone. i think i had changed so much that i dont bother keeping any remains of my past. although tt were things that shaped me. neverthelesssss, i'll still keep it. cos it brings me shocking comments from others. haha. im mistaken as some prostitude when ever i try to buy a tongue ring... so.... at least i look whorish enough to be mistaken:D maybe on the other hand, in the future, when im some what successful(i hope), i can say that tongue piercing at the age of 18 is not an element of mischievous. or if i happen to be a failure next time, i can say it's my tongue's fault. HAHA! k i dunno wth im talking about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which makes me think twice, ok, thrice, as to whether i shld get a tattoo. cos it's smt that changes ur image completely. especially in the world of business. if i do it, i must hide it well-.- so wad's the fking point? but i believe many women out there already done it. our ex combine humanities bitch for example? LOL! anyway, partly becos i still wanna look good in front of my parents? wad's on me portray my up bringing. just a side note, i always remove my tongue stud when ever im w my parents. not becos im afraid(since they alr found out) just tt in case we happen to be dining with some of my dad's frens.. since they did not expose me or resort to violence towards my "well" being, i should at least give them the littlest respect ya? HAI! EVERY DECISION MUST THINK OF CONSEQUENCES, THIS HAD ALR DEFEATED THE PURPOSE OF MY PIERCING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just look at how much my mind had changed..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-6288144113634459930?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/6288144113634459930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-paper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/6288144113634459930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/6288144113634459930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-paper.html' title='last paper.'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-5955339991287379492</id><published>2010-12-07T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T12:46:06.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ECONNNSS!!</title><content type='html'>I couldnt be happier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd i studied econs from 8pm to 12mn, nth went in. so i was panicky alr. i asked kl a few(actually alot) qns thru oovoo, and i realised that i know NOTHING! NOTHING AT ALL! *super panic!* i think my panic face was really very anxious. LOL! so he said "baby i go look for u?" to teach me econs. 12mn, seriously crazy. but i was reali despo, so we compromised to meet at raffles mac. then from 12.30am all the way to 7.30am, he taught me bit by bit, from chap 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, moral of the story! WTH LA?! LIK WHO IN THE CORRECT STATE OF MIND WOULD WANT TO COME OUT SO LATE JUST TO MAKE SURE YOUR GF DOESNT PANIC?! LOLLLLLLLL!! k, maybe there is before. but, econs, he could hav just let me die instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im lucky:) i really must admit this time round. someone out there is actually willing to do this for me. and it really helps. cos now i can do all the tutorial qns. more imptly, i enjoyed. somthing called fulfiling. we spent the night tgt, dawn breaks, nice breakfast&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt be happier!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-5955339991287379492?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/5955339991287379492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/12/econnnss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/5955339991287379492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/5955339991287379492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/12/econnnss.html' title='ECONNNSS!!'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-1513648343971689818</id><published>2010-12-02T01:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T01:34:54.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uncertainty</title><content type='html'>then again. i wonder how far can we go. how long will ur strong feelings last. sometimes i just want to be a change(d) person. but hiding my flaws really isn't working. becos even before we met, u already know me. u see through my walls of concrete lik a glass panel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, while i was typing this, it happened again! we were talking on oovoo just 15mins ago, and he sound so.. sian, despite me being cheerful? so i thought his strroongggg feelings for me had faded. then now he texted me saying, "sorry baby, just now i abit sian sian, ily!" seriously, how the fuck does he know? not the first time alr&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the zara sale, i went w tzetze, half way through, i was hiding at one corner alr, cos it was so freaking crowded. u know how pekchek i get when it's crowded. so when i was stoning there, then out of no where he texted me smt lik, how's the sale going? i know it's very crowded, but don't get pekchek huh:)! veryyy scccaarrryyy how he knows when to text me, what am i feeling at the moment. MOMENT! plus i didnt say anything before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, at the start of this post, im very emo. but now im a happy gal again! hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-1513648343971689818?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/1513648343971689818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/12/uncertainty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/1513648343971689818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/1513648343971689818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/12/uncertainty.html' title='uncertainty'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-6585725539189678802</id><published>2010-12-02T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T01:07:28.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>u'r a mistake i'm willing to sink deeper into.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TPZ9NtHvC0I/AAAAAAAABtQ/odeq_PTup3c/s1600/Snapshot_20101128_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545757665557154626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TPZ9NtHvC0I/AAAAAAAABtQ/odeq_PTup3c/s320/Snapshot_20101128_3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend tutor. HAHA! He's a pro in every module i take:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i drag my fairy-tale to watched a tangled-tale...&lt;br /&gt;rapunzel!!! nicceeeee!&lt;3 he was so tired that he fell asleep during the movie. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-6585725539189678802?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/6585725539189678802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/12/ur-mistake-im-willing-to-sink-deeper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/6585725539189678802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/6585725539189678802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/12/ur-mistake-im-willing-to-sink-deeper.html' title='u&apos;r a mistake i&apos;m willing to sink deeper into.'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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/_ZKRNob-053E/TPZ9NtHvC0I/AAAAAAAABtQ/odeq_PTup3c/s72-c/Snapshot_20101128_3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522107432876716719.post-548423835915870113</id><published>2010-11-27T22:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T00:14:35.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bervyn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Assumption.is not assumption.you freaking during that week went dinner with him.when I ask .you reject.don't tell me you have no feeling for him.you could describe him like some god.and you could never do the same to me .pls.history does repeat it self.that fucking malay guy.you can describe like he is some awesome shit.yet again not me.you're even afraid to tell your peers that i am your boyfriend.pls ask yourself did you ever done anything to make me happy.you never did.everyday I must worry if I make you angry.just because you're selfish.Friends.you want to be friends.treat me as a friend without expectation.pls.count yourself lucky.I'm not a guy who will slap you on the face for what you have done.maybe it's part of my fault.I will just blame myself for begin unlucky.you're a great disappointment that I will never forget.assumption turns into fact.ha.you really make me laugh.it is the fucking fact.I don't even have the time to make such assumption.I wish you have a awesome relationship with him.let him treat you like I never use to.and never step into my life again.thank you for reading!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pleasure honey, i enjoyed reading it. i felt apologetic for a moment though.. but that moment is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know, we can dun be frens. u just have to ask. now that i see u did, everything in here will be fullfiled. isnt this great? now u dun have to worry about if-u-will-make-me-angry anymore?? i feel happy for ur new life:) and thanks for the wishes, i will have an awesome relationship with kenglai. and yes, he alr DID treat me lik u nv use to. just that i didnt want to write it ALL out here to hurt ur pathetic heart made of glass, which by the way is alr shattered. he knows when to say and do the right things, unlike u. if he's feeling bad or unhappy about smt, he'll try to talk to me, unlike u, again. even if it makes me angry, he'll do and say the right things, unlike u, agian and agian. is that enough? do u need me to name out every single thing that he've done for me? or do u need examples? although currently i onli have 1 example which is how i tested my anger on him.. oh sorry, what im trying to say here is that he doesnt do things that makes me angry. did i mention that his sister's an aries? he know well more than u do. u onli have 4yrs w an aries, but he had 19yrs, do the math, see how much he'd surpass u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just fyi, my poly frens know who u are. but what hav u done to make me "be proud of u?". the part whereby u can tolerate my temper is alr a bounes:) so, i oso didnt do anything for u to be proud of me right? take that as a &lt;em&gt;toche&lt;/em&gt;. great disappointment. am i? reali? ya man, u reali must remember me. im selfish, blah blah blah, everyone knows it. but too bad, my awesomeness covers all my flaws. and what? slap me? go ahead. u know how bitchy i am, i make the wrong right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't just twit it, write it on somewhere i can read it. lik, fb? or, meg? or, email? or..in my face?? cos i have to say, it's better to attack me in the face, dun let me find out u'r doing this behind my back, cos when i do, it's war. see, i post it on my blog cos i know u can read it. dun twit it, cos i cant read it. u'r reali one unlucky dude, i just happen to have a wide network, like always? and being bitchy, again, like always. to found this!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one last thing, u shld reali think about what awesome things u've done to me. and consider how u shld hav told me about ur unhappiness, not just hide it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mark my name, my face and all the bitchy things i've done to make u hate me so much somewhere in ur heart and brain. cos i can confidently tell u this, go and hate me lik a fucktard, from this moment on, or shld i say from the moment i read ur twit, all the great memories we had already vanished in my heart. after this post, im gonna delete via burn all the pics and throw away every single thing that u gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know i'm not kidding when i say this kind of things. and i never take back my words. but since we'r in the same clique, i wont make things obvious. u know how good i am in drama:) how stupid am i! to think of how me u sh and eq, the F4, can go timber to celebrate ur bday? i was planning for it. but now, no. and by the way, if u happen to not invite me for ur bday celebration, pls text me. i can fully comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after reading all these, u can stay away from my life too. make this ur last trip to my blog:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-548423835915870113?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/548423835915870113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/11/bervyn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/548423835915870113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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doing better in poly, but somehow, we will nv hav tt kind of fun we had in sec sch:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-5220881768603622176?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/5220881768603622176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/11/hoseh-gathering-at-marcs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/5220881768603622176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/5220881768603622176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/11/hoseh-gathering-at-marcs.html' title='hoseh gathering at marc&apos;s'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-4976673550350583987</id><published>2010-11-20T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T01:09:06.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i must hav been a saint in my past life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TOauIgKsDXI/AAAAAAAABsw/UQIGE6wXzRc/s1600/DSC05652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541307852622925170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TOauIgKsDXI/AAAAAAAABsw/UQIGE6wXzRc/s320/DSC05652.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an adventage of using the same phone, what he sees on his screen will appear on mine too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not wrong, just &lt;strong&gt;less right&lt;/strong&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-4976673550350583987?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/4976673550350583987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-must-hav-been-saint-in-my-past-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/4976673550350583987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/4976673550350583987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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LOL! really need to learn punctuallity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-7815944201840004205?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/7815944201840004205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/7815944201840004205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/7815944201840004205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='//'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-9196833833356358438</id><published>2010-11-14T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T11:41:22.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AH, LIFE.</title><content type='html'>is still good. BUT NO! tml week5, we still havent started on our projects. week 6 need to hand in siaaaaazxxzx! WEEK 8 MST=DIE COS I HAVENT STUDY A SHIT! jiaaaalaaatttt laaaa. everytime say study study, but now! look at this man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-9196833833356358438?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/9196833833356358438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/11/ah-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/9196833833356358438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/9196833833356358438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/11/ah-life.html' title='AH, LIFE.'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-8532330829553674543</id><published>2010-11-05T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T01:06:56.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so busy i'm gonna die.</title><content type='html'>i had nothing better to say nor explain. either way i'm still at fault. i hope u'r in rage right now, confident about ur assumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karma is getting back on me, now i know how being demanded feels like. cos very soon assumption will just turn into facts. it's not my say, i had non this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imma so tired. a fun and busy week! 8am lessons are killers. i cant stop yawning. idk what the f is going on. projects are setting in and i had to do market research tml/later in the morning. mon ppt. wth! so sudden. the group is not even formed yet. so everyone just scramble about ON EMAIL FYI to get into goups. well done rajan! u gave us all panic attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gems is so easy. why cant that be one of our modules?! unfair world baby, truly unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH LAST THING! MY FANGFANG IS A GROWN UP GARLXZX :') HAHAHA! SO PROUD OF U TONIGHT!&lt;3!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-8532330829553674543?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/8532330829553674543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-busy-im-gonna-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/8532330829553674543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/8532330829553674543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-busy-im-gonna-die.html' title='so busy i&apos;m gonna die.'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-4672348572965639199</id><published>2010-10-31T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T02:21:14.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the nicest jump shot ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TMxYt3zvjjI/AAAAAAAABso/yPfL_de0BQc/s1600/36069_443293335661_755850661_5468177_7096809_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533895587229830706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TMxYt3zvjjI/AAAAAAAABso/yPfL_de0BQc/s320/36069_443293335661_755850661_5468177_7096809_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in just 1 try!!!!! wheeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wild hearts cant be tame nor broken:)&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward for next week! i can say this a million times.&lt;br /&gt;sem 2 is so......... slack? LOL! but i'm so occupied. honestly i had nothing to blog about, just here due to boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boringggggggggggggggg................... :( shld had went out today, rather than cleaning the hse. today was suppose to be a movie day but i rejected it cos it's a family day. then in the end oso nv do anything. felt so wasted. it had been long since i had any night life! shan and fang, we shld get wasted tgt!:D HAHA! i'm such a bad influence.&lt;br /&gt;my mum kept complainning about my long hair. but it's so wasted if i get rid of it. perfect shade of brown, people thought it was natural, effortless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a nice looking profile picture. HAHAHA! random thought. i just wanna look pretty for once. oh since i'm here alr. recently i did one quiz, it's a compulsory quiz for my module(BC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Promoter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;xtroverted &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;ensing &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;hinking &lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;erceiving&lt;br /&gt;Friendly, adaptable, action-oriented. "Doers" who are focused on immediate results. Living in the here-and-now, they're risk-takers who live fast-paced lifestyles. Impatient with long explanations. Extremely loyal to their peers, but not usually respectful of laws and rules if they get in the way of getting things done. Great people skills. Meet ESTPs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an ESTP, your primary mode of living is focused externally, where you take things in via your five senses in a literal, concrete fashion. Your secondary mode is internal, where you deal with things rationally and logically.&lt;br /&gt;ESTPs are outgoing, straight-shooting types. Enthusiastic and excitable, ESTPs are "doers" who live in the world of action. Blunt, straight-forward risk-takers, they are willing to plunge right into things and get their hands dirty. They live in the here-and-now, and place little importance on introspection or theory. The look at the facts of a situation, quickly decide what should be done, execute the action, and move on to the next thing.&lt;br /&gt;ESTPs have an uncanny ability to perceive people's attitudes and motivations. They pick up on little cues which go completely unnoticed by most other types, such as facial expressions and stance. They're typically a couple of steps ahead of the person they're interacting with. ESTPs use this ability to get what they want out of a situation. Rules and laws are seen as guidelines for behavior, rather than mandates. If the ESTP has decided that something needs to be done, then their "do it and get on with it" attitude takes precendence over the rules. However, the ESTP tends to have their own strong belief in what's right and what's wrong, and will doggedly stick to their principles. The Rules of the Establishment may hold little value to the ESTP, but their own integrity mandates that they will not under any circumstances do something which they feel to be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;ESTPs have a strong flair for drama and style. They're fast-moving, fast-talking people who have an appreciation for the finer things in life. They may be gamblers or spendthrifts. They're usually very good at story telling and improvising. They typically makes things up as they go along, rather than following a plan. They love to have fun, and are fun people to be around. They can sometimes be hurtful to others without being aware of it, as they generally do not know and may not care about the effect their words have on others. It's not that they don't care about people, it's that their decision-making process does not involve taking people's feelings into account. They make decisions based on facts and logic.&lt;br /&gt;ESTP's least developed area is their intuitive side. They are impatient with theory, and see little use for it in their quest to "get things done". An ESTP will occasionally have strong intuitions which are often way off-base, but sometimes very lucid and positive. The ESTP does not trust their instincts, and is suspicious of other people's intuition as well.&lt;br /&gt;The ESTP often has trouble in school, especially higher education which moves into realms where theory is more important. The ESTP gets bored with classes in which they feel they gain no useful material which can be used to get things done. The ESTP may be brilliantly intelligent, but school will be a difficult chore for them.&lt;br /&gt;The ESTP needs to keep moving, and so does well in careers where he or she is not restricted or confined. ESTPs make extremely good salespersons. They will become stifled and unhappy dealing with routine chores. ESTPs have a natural abundance of energy and enthusiasm, which makes them natural entrepreneurs. They get very excited about things, and have the ability to motivate others to excitement and action. The can sell anyone on any idea. They are action-oriented, and make decisions quickly. All-in-all, they have extraordinary talents for getting things started. They are not usually so good at following through, and might leave those tasks to others. Mastering the art of following through is something which ESTPs should pay special attention to.&lt;br /&gt;ESTPs are practical, observant, fun-loving, spontaneous risk-takers with an excellent ability to quickly improvise an innovative solution to a problem. They're enthusiastic and fun to be with, and are great motivators. If an ESTP recognizes their real talents and operates within those realms, they can accomplish truly exciting things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH! GO ON, waste ur time reading about me and shihui!:D btw, this bitch share the same personality(ESTP) as me. eeew right?! hahahaha! larbs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how true it is depends on how well u know us and the way u judge us:) it's ok if anyone disagree to personality test, tt show's that they look at people in a different angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do u have enemies? good, that show's that you've stood up for something"&lt;br /&gt;--Eminem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agree much? i'm not afraid to make enemies. cos i've stood up for my view. meanwhile i admire my enemies, becos they too, stood up for their view. i'm not afraid to get involved in an arguement. cos i like fighting for the logic i believe in. yet again, i love the person who is involved in this, becos it shows that they are using their brain during this argement. dun hate ur enemies, they are just ur reflection, both of u just agree on different views. love arguements, becos u'r talking to a person with brains and is willing to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i bored until i wan slp alr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-4672348572965639199?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/4672348572965639199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/10/nicest-jump-shot-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/4672348572965639199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/4672348572965639199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/10/nicest-jump-shot-ever.html' title='the nicest jump shot ever!'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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/_ZKRNob-053E/TMxYt3zvjjI/AAAAAAAABso/yPfL_de0BQc/s72-c/36069_443293335661_755850661_5468177_7096809_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522107432876716719.post-6686665357918928867</id><published>2010-10-28T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T01:27:56.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>half a month away from home + sch starts</title><content type='html'>WHEEEEEEEEEEEE TO INCREDIBLE INDIA BABY! then to KL. woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;india was speechlessly fun! wa, perfect in short. had fun to the extreme! BUT ANYWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to have my life back now. i just didnt know how to bring myself to talk anymore. it's YET AGAIN MY FUCKING FAULT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-6686665357918928867?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/6686665357918928867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/10/half-month-away-from-home-sch-starts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/6686665357918928867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/6686665357918928867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/10/half-month-away-from-home-sch-starts.html' title='half a month away from home + sch starts'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-5999089065017249667</id><published>2010-10-02T03:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T03:49:54.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>/</title><content type='html'>I'M USING I-BANKING 8) so proud of myself. HAHAHAHAHHA! bullshit. just wanted to see where the hell did i spent those money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was packing for india trip just now. although this time i'm going without my parents, but the feeling of packing is no different. SO, i can see i'm always packing my own stuff-.- cant wait for the food thereeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee:D! i had to wake up at 6.30am, now it's alr 4am. cos bro having POP later. HAI, SAD LIFE. MY SAT GONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2hrs. i shld sleep. but the waking up part wil be such a struggle! AIYA, FML LA. HAHAHAHAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-5999089065017249667?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/5999089065017249667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/5999089065017249667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/5999089065017249667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='/'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-7872417997465430683</id><published>2010-10-01T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T01:37:48.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>u left me doing nothing at night.</title><content type='html'>YAY-TO-SHOPPING!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i didnt feel soooooo happy though. i felt lik i'm just making use of my family. always. they are always there for me so i didnt see the need to spend time with them. i should really stay in more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to stay this size or slim down more cos i brought alot of tight fitting shit today-.- ikr, it's a wardrob sucide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feeeeeel like running tml or specifically later in the morning. but i don't have nice songs in my mp3. ULTRA DEMORALIZZSZSSZEDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only reason for me to stay size8 it's NOT becos of boyfriend/health/confidence/looks/etc.&lt;br /&gt;heck boys. oh pls health? no way. confidence, pls la, with the frens i hav now, i don't nid adam khoo. looks, maybe a lil laaaaaaaaa.. I WANT SIZE8, IT'S MAINLY BECOSSS... it's a free-size size. yup. i love the grab and go feeling. i can giv up food becos of my wardrob. omggg, imagine all the money u've thrown in, and then one day u just grow fat and everything will just go to waste-.- LIK MY MUM NOW. AHHAHA! ok, sorry.. but ya, she's reali experiencing this. and not to mention, all the nice cheap stuff normally comes in free size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe size6 is the ideal size. but ya, i know my limits. i cant give up food to that extend. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!! IF ONLY FOOD MAKES YOU SKINNYYYY AND STUDIES MAKES YOU FAT! then we'll sch for 1hr and have 7hr of break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe it. it's more shiok then money falling from the skyyyyy!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHHA! k, bye. now i'm too excited to slp. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-7872417997465430683?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/7872417997465430683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/10/u-left-me-doing-nothing-at-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/7872417997465430683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/7872417997465430683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/10/u-left-me-doing-nothing-at-night.html' title='u left me doing nothing at night.'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-1818991485611039529</id><published>2010-09-27T03:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T04:26:51.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if all goes well..</title><content type='html'>because he said "if all goes well"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i had a wonderful life changing/slap in the face wake up talk with this man, my dream career path was pretty much...simple. learn whatever shit i can get out of this course, head to university, have a bright bright future, work in some huge and famous company, get to travel around the world(like now, first stop india) to find the perfect location to set up a business(which i have yet to know wtf it is). right, i know you have some issue with me dreaming of getting into some university with this kind of failure results. BUT WAIT! lets say it's suppose to be like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, lets not change the "plan" planned. like he said, "if all goes well", in other words, if my dream works out. am i willing to give up all i have here? my family, friends, commitments, everything. leaving behind everything i have built and gained here and go for my dreams. the cash in return will be a very satisfying amount, but i will end up being alone. very very lonely. the fact is, i'll have friends all over the world, friENDs. this is the warning he gave and he asked me "so are you ready for this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. he got me speechless. i wasn't able to give him a definite answer. i wasn't sure if i am ready to not be there for my love ones. personally, it wouldn't be a problem for me to adapt to new cultures and environments. i just don't wish to turn what is suppose to be in a birthday card into SMSes. i am not ready to turn hand made presents into store vouchers and face to face greetings into web-cams. my mum is going to look like trash if she lose me as her fashion police! how could i ever let all these happen?! all these had never came across my mind.. i never thought i would end up lonely. not that my family would leave me hanging. even if they are there for me, i may not have the time since i will be spending 364days per year abroad. so the truth comes back, i WILL end up being lonely but loaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people in my life are given the privilege to hurt me as hard as they want and still being forgiven in the end. but these "privileged beings'' may not indicate me in their privilege-list. get the link? some mistakes may seem nothing to me but it may be a taboo to another being. having a close friend to disapper for 364days per year with only short messages in between as contact may seem to be unforgivable to many. but this is what's coming in my way, all the relationships here will under go an ultimatum challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, so the cycle goes again. i can't survive being poor, neither can i give up maintaining my familyships here. i thought it was an idiot proof career, earning big bucks with evrything unchange. but being poor is a super duper NO-NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i see, we've got an answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-1818991485611039529?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/1818991485611039529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-all-goes-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/1818991485611039529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/1818991485611039529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-all-goes-well.html' title='if all goes well..'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-2229527367320388774</id><published>2010-09-27T01:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T01:34:11.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pi jiu mei!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TJ-DIGqBuRI/AAAAAAAABsc/BtRl3M4pqqU/s1600/beer.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521275843428595986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TJ-DIGqBuRI/AAAAAAAABsc/BtRl3M4pqqU/s320/beer.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh cos yknow why? my job is cooler than yours;) LOL! nah, just a very cool souvenir from the pi jiu mei job:) had alot in mind after chatting with my supervior, but couldnt put it in words. sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-2229527367320388774?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/2229527367320388774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/09/pi-jiu-mei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/2229527367320388774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/2229527367320388774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/09/pi-jiu-mei.html' title='pi jiu mei!'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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/_ZKRNob-053E/TJ-DIGqBuRI/AAAAAAAABsc/BtRl3M4pqqU/s72-c/beer.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522107432876716719.post-5437728300799173858</id><published>2010-09-23T02:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T02:59:18.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BFFL</title><content type='html'>i must say, get over yourself:)&lt;br /&gt;we are all mature enough to stay calm. especially in situation lik this. i don't understand why you have to lose your temper:( how could you let ur ego took over? no one take it to heart becos we'r still one big family. this family door is always open for u. so it's not about forgiving each other. it's about u forgiving urself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week spent w my family and hoseh and xf:D it's prolly the best week of my life. it's not just happiness. it's warmth, love and homely. fyi:shan u are the onli one hu didnt come, but luckily i've met u more than i wanted alr! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE becos i'm going to india soon, then i must spend my time wisely. but oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! my niao shi partner working tgt w me this weekend. LOL! see, we'r weird. it had been so long since we last met, but nth changes. sometimes u'r the onli one who can make me believe the unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd, i had a wonderful dinner w mum. she is truely one person in the world i will not understand. come again? huh..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swam 30 laps today! *proud* HAHAHA!! i wasnt sure what's the push factor.. maybe i'm chasing the person infront, laps after laps after laps.. GUESS WAD?! AND YES! i didn't catch up eventually-.- it's was so close! she's lik gliding while i'm swimming my lungs out. luckily it's onli in the pool, imagine this happening in my real life. woah, i will not want to work harder than someone but always not capable of catching up:) then again, the happy part was the lazy pool and 10cent coin w eq. LOL! 10cents, IMPT U KNOW?! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best friends for life? nope. best family for life:) cos friends hav an fri"&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt;"s but family only have "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ily&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-5437728300799173858?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/5437728300799173858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/09/bffl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/5437728300799173858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/5437728300799173858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/09/bffl.html' title='BFFL'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-8170893563422519425</id><published>2010-09-19T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T02:50:06.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>marbles ticking on the ground.</title><content type='html'>i believe everyone here knows what marbles ticking on the ground means at night. when all your neighbours are adults, and asleep.. somehow, u just hear "someone" playing marbles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i start my childhood tale, let me throw in a story from my bro's friend:D&lt;br /&gt;my bro is now sec3. during his pri sch life, pri4 to pri6, he has this friend who always complains how bad his night was. he'll go, "knn, my neighbour on top si bei guai lan, at night keep playing marbles.." or "nb, ytd night i tyring to get some slp, my neighbour below keep moving furnitures.." etc. so OF COS, he had everyone's sympathy. but everyone then was young and naive, including my bro and all his classmates. until recently, someone told my bro tt those ticking marbles are done by "those things", they brought up this issue again, then this friend suddenly recall his experience. HAHA! this friend alr moved out 2years ago. the funny thing is that, he told my bro.. tt time he was staying at the highest lvl, so technically he had no neighbours on top. and best thing was, the apartment below was vacant. HAHAHAHA!! so all along, what this friend heard was all coming from his house alone. and he recalls when he first came to tt apartment, all he sees was marbles and soft toys, the rent was only $600 a month. super cheap for a jurong estate. GET THE LINK NOW?! HAHAHAA! funny shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, now's mine turn.&lt;br /&gt;when i was little, i always KNEW tt something wasn't right at my apartment. not huanted, just that u'll have the eeri feeling sometimes. i thought it was just me being paranoid until today!!!! knnbccb! LOL! my bro told me his friend's story, so i spilled mine. then he was in agreement! wow! i thought he was young and didnt realise anything. hmm.. it all happened at my previous house. at night, marbles ticking was considered NORMAL already. dragging of furniture, sometimes. but the one tt i find weird was children screaming happily at 3AM IN THE FUCKING MORNING. those laughter always woke me up. then i'll be so afraid:( i told my mum, but she always say i'm imagining things. then i'll look for my dad instead, and he'll be the one listening to me. the laughter is like kids playing catching, running down the stairs. once, twice.. ok. but seven or more times?! and repeatedly the same tone same kind of laughter.. izzint tt kinda weird? my bro too, said that he heard marbles and furniture moving, and he also sees shadow in our room(we were sharing the same room then). he also thought that he was paranoid and try not to scare me, cos he knows tt i'm scared. he told my mum too, and she also say dun think too much. ha! today!! we went to tell our parents and ask them for the truth.. my dad said yes, he feels it too. once, he heard kids running beside him when he's sleeping. LIKE, JUST BESIDE! and my mum says, she dun want to scare us, she had a lot of expericece too. so all we did was basically i dun offend them, they dun offend us. we always believe in guan yin ma:D yknow, somethings u just have to admit that u believe. hai. so today, i finally clearify my childhood horror. actually it was right for my parents to keep it from us. imagine they told us tt time, comfirm we freak out. now that we are this old, we are old enough to know the ground rules of respect. anyway, moving into my condo now was a whole new feeling. it's a very comfortable and peaceful feeling.. the whole house is just bright and welcoming. the first night, suprisingly i had a very very good sleep. not to mention that it was my first night having a room to myself. of cos now(sometimes) i still hear marbles ticking.. still! u cant live in a world without them cos they were once us. but i dun mind:) dear all "?", i respect your presence, truely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you hear it? those marbles ticking on the floor during mid night..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-8170893563422519425?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/8170893563422519425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/09/marbles-ticking-on-ground.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/8170893563422519425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/8170893563422519425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/09/marbles-ticking-on-ground.html' title='marbles ticking on the ground.'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-4117918651208382605</id><published>2010-09-14T00:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T01:40:27.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HHOHOHOHO!!!!!</title><content type='html'>exams are finally overrr!!! 3weeks 4 papers-.-&lt;br /&gt;but anyway.. i took photos of all my studs:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TI5TGccSqTI/AAAAAAAABsU/CXwRkCsoANQ/s1600/DSCF1200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516437963754613042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TI5TGccSqTI/AAAAAAAABsU/CXwRkCsoANQ/s320/DSCF1200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE RIGHT?!!!! $1.90 wearing it now:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TI5TFYoM4oI/AAAAAAAABsE/rY1ZUsEol84/s1600/DSCF1195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516437945550955138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TI5TFYoM4oI/AAAAAAAABsE/rY1ZUsEol84/s320/DSCF1195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this too! is $1.90 this is the first stud i change to after the original metal one below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TI5TGccSqTI/AAAAAAAABsU/CXwRkCsoANQ/s1600/DSCF1200.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TI5TF5jrmtI/AAAAAAAABsM/qjDHV9jZVsM/s1600/DSCF1197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516437954390366930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TI5TF5jrmtI/AAAAAAAABsM/qjDHV9jZVsM/s320/DSCF1197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, this bloody retainer cost me freaking $3!!!! BUT I ACCIDENTLY LOST ONE OF THE BALL WHILE CLEANING!!!!!!! heart pain. and, it's the most comfy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TI5TEOx4GYI/AAAAAAAABr8/GgR20BGU_h4/s1600/DSCF1193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516437925727312258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TI5TEOx4GYI/AAAAAAAABr8/GgR20BGU_h4/s320/DSCF1193.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooo~ this one is the original one. it comes along w the piercing. the bar is too long, so i don't think i'll be using in again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TI5TDnixUuI/AAAAAAAABr0/A6cv8zJtDPc/s1600/DSCF1187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516437915194970850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TI5TDnixUuI/AAAAAAAABr0/A6cv8zJtDPc/s320/DSCF1187.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!! THIS IS THE ONE TT GAVE ME THE SATANIC THOUGHT TO GET A TONGUE PIERCING!!! WOOHOO!! finally found a close substitude! it's a gold bar holding a diamond in the middle. it's very nice!!! $7.90.. FML! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finding the gold stud is my purpose. now my tongue piercing goal is complete:D!&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/3522107432876716719-4117918651208382605?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/4117918651208382605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/09/hhohohoho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/4117918651208382605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/4117918651208382605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/09/hhohohoho.html' title='HHOHOHOHO!!!!!'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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/_ZKRNob-053E/TI5TGccSqTI/AAAAAAAABsU/CXwRkCsoANQ/s72-c/DSCF1200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522107432876716719.post-8636540053971112197</id><published>2010-09-01T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:33:23.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 AUG! TONGUE NEW LOOK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TH5pUOaE-oI/AAAAAAAABrk/J8Fiwy7mMfA/s1600/01092010486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511958790133840514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TH5pUOaE-oI/AAAAAAAABrk/J8Fiwy7mMfA/s320/01092010486.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errrrrrrr, this is actually just a mouth wash. but it's in hot pink. so amazing. necessities reali don't look this nice, normally:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I GOT MY TONGUE PIERCED. JUST TO NOT FORGET THIS HOLY MAGNIFICENT DAY 30AUG, I MUST BLOG IT DOWN. oh, today is teachers' day.. how ironic. HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ANYWAY! let me walk you through the process.&lt;br /&gt;u pay $75. (knn freaking ex)&lt;br /&gt;choose a stud. i chose silver, cos glenn said so:D&lt;br /&gt;sign an u-die-nt-our-problem form.&lt;br /&gt;then the piercer in the room will call u in, it's lik a clinic. LOL! oh, it's at far east!:D plus, did i mention tt the piercer's name was adil.. freakyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;then u'll see why it's so ex cos even the tweezers and everything is brand new from package.&lt;br /&gt;kap my tongue&lt;br /&gt;do a marking&lt;br /&gt;i happy, he happy&lt;br /&gt;then he put the needle through my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;*by this time most of u will go eeeeeewwwwwww! but it's actually not pain at all! guess wad, ear piercing is much more painful compared to tongue piercing.&lt;br /&gt;after the needle went through, the stud go it. tada! tt took less than 3secs. super fast and professional.&lt;br /&gt;but the healing process is a bitch. my tongue swells lik.. lik into a whale tongue. round short and fat. hhaha! I'M HAPPY THOUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, healing is a bitch. seriously. hahaha. but i didnt regret. even if it doesnt reali looks nice on me!:D i hav a rather short and fat tongue.. ergh~ hahah! my tongue now is swelling. cant chew, cant pronounce properly. but still can taste! but all this healing will end in 5days!:D (i hope) LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okkkkk, so everyone i sees ask me what's the meaning behind this pierce. well actually it's meaningless. it's more of an impulsive act. i havent been so rash since who knows when. fine. actually i saw this video marc posted on fb. the vid said, just believe in wad u do. do it lik u were a kid. when the idea pops up, just go ahead and do it! i weren't me 3yrs back, ya get me? time files, things changed, people changed. i'm just not the way i used to be. doing things without considering the consequences. stupid choices. but now looking back, i didnt regret. although those mistakes are not something to be proud of, but it's certainly something to remember. due to my character, many things turn out to be unbelievable(in the worst way possible) but if i were to redo, using much more patience and brain, the outcome will not be pleasent as well. plus, surely i will not be having so much fun in the process. a mistake may just be the thing to find a new friend. if i am a demure lady, chances are, shan will just brush past me in life, not lik now, reservice;) haha! surely i wont meet a bunch of suckers that i treasure so much now in my life:) all my bffs would be impossible. and eww, who knows wad kind of suckers will i be hanging out with in poly. yuck! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we get older, we became wiser. oh, fuck wise. if doing everything needs tt much of time and worries, many entrepreneurs won't be zillionairs today! sometimes idea and chance come just once. i'm tired of always looking for the reason or answer before i act. just do it. why must i always think of the consequences? so wad if the consequences are hard to handle? we'll find a way, there is always a way out. plus the process will be priceless. it's the journey tt counts;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to not forget who i reali am; rash, impulsive, hard-headed..&lt;br /&gt;a toast to my tongue piercing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-8636540053971112197?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/8636540053971112197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/09/30-aug-tongue-new-look.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/8636540053971112197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/8636540053971112197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/09/30-aug-tongue-new-look.html' title='30 AUG! TONGUE NEW LOOK!'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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/_ZKRNob-053E/TH5pUOaE-oI/AAAAAAAABrk/J8Fiwy7mMfA/s72-c/01092010486.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522107432876716719.post-1801895220844483253</id><published>2010-08-13T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T00:07:34.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday 13th</title><content type='html'>so it wasn't tt bad after all. friday 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pass one of the booklet in my practice.&lt;br /&gt;i decided to have a hair cut. DECIDED, not in action yet.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm super excited for it!!!!:DDDDDD OMFG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, early in the morning, vincent the bitch and i went to took the practice for our basic theory test. then we kept failing-.- cos we didnt study! but i pass the last one. WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm so the day went on. then me and huihui decided that we should get a more WOW hair style.. so we googled. then again, all those blond models have blond hair and big eyes. while we....... hai. so it's actually pretty hard to decide on a specific hair style to go for. no worries, we'll figure it out:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT HOR! i think i'll miss my curls:( cos.................................. if i ever go for a new hair style, it'll be difficult for me to keep all my clothes. cos by tt time, i'll prolly look more lik a man cross dressing:( then all the make ups, all the hot stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this actress from 90210 is freaking hot! nice hair gorgeous features..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TGVtN-fwXnI/AAAAAAAABrc/zY5HjaeyrTE/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 183px; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504926206412217970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TGVtN-fwXnI/AAAAAAAABrc/zY5HjaeyrTE/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah, i cant pull this look off. i'll totallly define the word fugly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-1801895220844483253?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/1801895220844483253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday-13th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/1801895220844483253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/1801895220844483253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday-13th.html' title='friday 13th'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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/_ZKRNob-053E/TGVtN-fwXnI/AAAAAAAABrc/zY5HjaeyrTE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522107432876716719.post-7489141726009091937</id><published>2010-08-10T23:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T00:20:50.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>intuition.</title><content type='html'>i may be an insensetive friend, but sometimes i can also see without using my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything i'm doing now, it's just like i'm walking right beside u. it's perfectly fine if u feel nothing. i'll only speak if u need me to, entertain if u want me to, slightly disappear if ur new pals come by. i can't stop or prevent u to choose another path, to walk with another person. because all that it matters is tt u'r happy. i know i'll still be tailing u no matter which way u go. cos i'm afraid that one day u might turn back and look for us; i'll be curious about how u'r doing. lik i said, i don't mind being there becos u just need someone to be there, literally. but when it comes to this, important thing, not just me, for all of us... why ain't u there to walk beside all of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun expect the same amount of effort. but when it comes to certain things, i have little little expectation for support. it's not for me but for them. if tonight is just another lame gathering, i don't blame anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i just couldn't accept the fact that we were replaced so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-7489141726009091937?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/7489141726009091937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/08/intuition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/7489141726009091937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/7489141726009091937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/08/intuition.html' title='intuition.'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-1580600621025066672</id><published>2010-08-07T12:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T13:39:46.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dedicated to: my stalkers!</title><content type='html'>fact is, when i got somethings to post, i'm too busy. now that i have nothing to post, some ppl complain complain. hahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i got something to post now. my mum is telling me about karma now. i'm a nerd who likes to watch discovery channel. hahaahah. it's showing "my shocking story" which is about the tree man. tsk, i believe everyone know who's that man. google helps. but anyway, it's a weird illness that this man had causes him to grow bark on his limbs. scary huh? my mum siad it is due to karma. when a person dies, they will only bring along their "good deeds/bad deeds" and nothing else. ok, just to crash ur dreams a little, all the paper money or houses that we burnt for our dead relatives doesn't help. it's just a business thinking that ppl can enjoy wealth after death. oh, so the cycle goes lik this.. first u repay all ur sins by being born as bastards(animals), how many times depends on how sinful u are. then after all the unfortunate events, u'll be a human again. if u'r so so so fking bad, u'll be a human w weird illness, no limbs, etc. if u'r semi bad, maybe u'll end up like me. if u'r freaking nice and holy, u'll be the king..maybe? but anyway, the cycle will just keep going on and on. but karma can happen during the period when we'r still alive too. well, the moral of this story is, be nice! if not u'll end up being some freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok, lets talk about my pathetic life in sp. firstly, i hate 3hrs break. mon and thurs. cos, i'm not so so close with my class, thus nothing to talk=break wasted. get it? in commonwealth, i hope we got 12hrs break la?! w u stalkers, i can easily burn away this much time. but w my new class, a min seems lik a yr man. so i always go home during break, to have lunch with my family. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;but it's not too bad now since i found a friend. she found me too, kinda. if we don't have each other, we wont go sch. lik, if she didnt go sch today, i will prolly not go. yea, big deal. poly lessons are lik zzz-.- but good thing is that we'll push each other to go sch la. and we can reali talk. can say she's the one i'm most comfy with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's quite obvious who has sec sch frens and who doesnt. those who didnt have hard core frens are those who tend to be SO SO FKING NOISY AND IRRITATING in class. acting so sociable. in fact, i find it to be a push factor. come on, frens dun come by overnight. u don't tell all ur secrets to some strangers right? ok, maybe it's just naive. or attention seeker? i dont lik those people who have no sec sch frens. or those who bad mouth about their sec sch frens infront of me. cos it shows that maybe next time in uni, prolly these ppl will bad mouth about their poly frens too. making sense? i don't wanna waste time on some friendship that wont work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this 6months................................................ i have nothing to say. LOL! until this few weeks, then i started having fun. i miss those slutty days:( i miss valentine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ALSO, i think those who can reali accept who i am, are super holy ppl. i see how my behaviour is consider wild and outer space to my new frens. onli this gal tt i mention above behave the same way. in class im super still. i dont even feel lik talking cos their joke is super not funny-.- well, gd thing is tt they are cool w me, cos i'm the nerd 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fang and shan our time tables are reali a trouble. LOL! after shan's test, we'll get tgt and get wild!;D OMGGGGGGG~~!!! I'M EXCITED ALRRRR HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-1580600621025066672?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/1580600621025066672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/08/dedicated-to-my-stalkers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/1580600621025066672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/1580600621025066672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/08/dedicated-to-my-stalkers.html' title='dedicated to: my stalkers!'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-2222618576186230126</id><published>2010-07-22T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T19:39:01.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no life</title><content type='html'>so beeeezy so beeezy so beezy so bezy so busy. fb and mms are now my onli entertainment:( i miss doing maths. maths in the onli homework that i enjoy doing. feels so in me. stats homework is the onli thing i love. maybe i shouldnt have entered business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only 5% of the people in this world enjoys doing their work. so what does it shows?&lt;br /&gt;$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-2222618576186230126?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/2222618576186230126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/2222618576186230126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/2222618576186230126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-life.html' title='no life'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-4484415590525373125</id><published>2010-07-02T07:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T07:38:19.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GET PRETTY OR DIE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tt.mop.com/read_4432458_1_0.html"&gt;http://tt.mop.com/read_4432458_1_0.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2010-07-01T16%3A44%3A00%2B08%3A00&amp;amp;max-results=7"&gt;http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2010-07-01T16%3A44%3A00%2B08%3A00&amp;amp;max-results=7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe affer gals read this 2 post, many would be tempted to go for a plastic surgery. i happened to stumble across this blog &lt;a href="http://screamkitty.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://screamkitty.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. it is actually quite saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya lar, which lady wont hav the thought of being prettier? being prettier=living the easy way of life. true. true to a large extent. it's curel how the world judges. but.. parents will be hurt seeing their own daughter trying to change their look. we carry traits of our parents.. when people say 'hey, you look so much like your dad/mum' doesnt that lift ur mood? it kinda prove ur birth cert. and give the feeling of sense-of-belonging. if looking into the mirror is a torture each time, then u shld question ur parents. cos they are respondsible for ur looks. but saying urself ugly, is equalivent to saying ur parents ugly. i know u and ur parents are different body, not to mention differnt soul. so technically, u hav the rights to decide how u would want ur face to be like. it's cool, i strongly believe that fate lies in ur own hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe people just encounter too much difficulties being ugly. i too, experienced being judge. but what to do? take it as a learning point. make ur inner beauty shine brighter. cos what last is never ur physical beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats more is that, everyone hav a significent beauty trait. be it a smile or a wink. if u'r pretty all over, when people ask ur boyfren; 'so, whats ur gal's most beautiful feature?' i bet tt boy will answer, 'everything.' yes, everything! everything is too perfect, too perfect to even pick one to like. if ur eye cock abit, but u hav nice smile, at least u still hav something that represent u. u gotta hav something that symbolised you eh? not just, tt-pretty-gal. maybe, tt-cockeye-gal? yi san be yi san gao, tt-pretty-gal is too vague to describe a person. cos there are tons of pretty gals in this world. yes, u'd be saying, why nid my eyes to be cock abit since i can make everything nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya i know i know, all those who wanted a fake pretty face will hav more than 10 million reasons to rebutt me. so let me ask u, when will u reeaali be happy w ur alr pretty face? what kinda face do u consider pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i oso want a double eye lid. but did you know my single eye lid(plus dark circles) is part of the reson why i found my bunch of bff? sure enough, if i hav pretty eyes today, i would hav this gap between me and my frens. we wont have so much fun we had if we were all perfect individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, it's either GET PRETTY OR DIE.&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;get pretty and die..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-4484415590525373125?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/4484415590525373125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/07/get-pretty-or-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/4484415590525373125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/4484415590525373125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/07/get-pretty-or-die.html' title='GET PRETTY OR DIE!'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-3682630409149366604</id><published>2010-06-20T15:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T16:30:40.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wearing branded &amp; wearing brand</title><content type='html'>LETS GO BRANDED! WOOHOO~! tell me, who don't like branded stuff? besides good quality, branded also offer stylish designs that are original. but, wearing branded is totally different from wearing brand. what i see now on the streets are people advertising brands. don't get what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TB3HX3UsUjI/AAAAAAAABrU/hTMtvvMEOgc/s1600/prada1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 242px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484759134008791602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TB3HX3UsUjI/AAAAAAAABrU/hTMtvvMEOgc/s320/prada1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TB3HXXYDfAI/AAAAAAAABrM/-i_drzRikAg/s1600/prada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484759125432957954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/TB3HXXYDfAI/AAAAAAAABrM/-i_drzRikAg/s320/prada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits:google/prada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;left: wearing brand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right:wearing branded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see the difference? i mean, why do you want have the brand splashing across your shirt? what are you trying to show? it actually speaks a lot judging by what you'r in. a person who knows how to dress can make a piece of $10 clothing look lik $100. on the other hand, i will not be convinced at all if u wear a "brand". it seems like to me that u've save up 1month of ur pocket money to buy this simple shirt with prada written on it. this showed me that u'r just a brand-whore, which is not very nice indeed. in addition, you'r advertising for that brand by wearing brand. do u get it?? why do u have to pay them and advertise for them? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people i know that goes for branded, are those whoe truely appriciate the design and the quality of that piece. which also explains the picture on the right. isnt it nice? stylish. shows how much taste you have in dressing. not just wanting to 'action'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was walking on the street when i saw this 3 ladies wearing the same shirt, same brand,same design. question: why do you buy something so expensive to look common? i thought that amount of money spent is suppose to make u stand out in the crowd? or is it just for showing passer-by that you'r rich? now let me share, did you ever realise that the cheapest branded are those(picture left) laid on the shelves, a simple shirt that had its brand splash across? everytime when i see those "walking-advertisement" i'll immediately classified them as ''richie wannabe" i know it's a bais statement, i judge, i classified. cos i dont admire this kind of dressing attitude. it's consider as a wannabe act to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont rule out the fact that you might reali love this shirt/bag 'structure'. but u cant love all the big logos on every of the shirt right? somemore the design reali sucks. the picture on the left is still not that bad. but what i saw was a channel logo drawn across the whole body. not cool.. not cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is not what brand u wear that tells me who u are. but the way u carry urself; etiqutte and knowledge. indeed, what u wear allow me to judge what kind of person u are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this post is just a general comment. sad to say,younger generation are getting more and more branded-listic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-3682630409149366604?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/3682630409149366604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/06/wearing-branded-wearing-brand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/3682630409149366604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/3682630409149366604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/06/wearing-branded-wearing-brand.html' title='wearing branded &amp; wearing brand'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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/_ZKRNob-053E/TB3HX3UsUjI/AAAAAAAABrU/hTMtvvMEOgc/s72-c/prada1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522107432876716719.post-8754390427395998374</id><published>2010-05-28T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T15:13:12.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>presentation is overrr!</title><content type='html'>i can never be more glad then this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met hosehs at np ytd, everyone came. OMGGGGG! BEST THURS NIGHT EVER!! strong love, huge efforts. i cant believe how strong we ar. it was just a simple meg. i know it's stil too early to judge this period of time. but from this, i can feel appreciation. which is awesome! we might get busier gradually, but i know, when all the busy period ends, we'll be back tgt again. anyway, u guys cant run. cos chalet is every year basis. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after mst, i've got lots to do. it's onli a 2weeks break-.- somemore must go malaysia. left one week in singapore onli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GPA 1 oso diploma, GPA 4 oso dipolma. if i can make it here, i can make it anywhere. if i remain this dumb, it's ok. LOL! i kinda lost motivation to strive. cos wad goes around, comes around. just be who u ar. tain shen wo cai bi you yong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relaaxxx, it's veesaaakkk daayyy! be dumb for a day will ya? :D i love hosehs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-8754390427395998374?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/8754390427395998374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/05/presentation-is-overrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/8754390427395998374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/8754390427395998374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/05/presentation-is-overrr.html' title='presentation is overrr!'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-6713757423683282886</id><published>2010-05-23T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T19:38:05.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>projects.</title><content type='html'>:( grp work suck. i wonder how can i survive 3yrs. some ppl are reali here to play. but i'm here to study. u dun wan a future, i want. so just, do work pls-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-6713757423683282886?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/6713757423683282886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/05/projects.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/6713757423683282886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/6713757423683282886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/05/projects.html' title='projects.'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-6791308235404505870</id><published>2010-05-15T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T11:50:33.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>competition.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;FedEx Express and Junior Achievement cordially invite your students to the FedEx Express / Junior&lt;br /&gt;Achievement International Trade Challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FedEx/Junior Achievement International Trade Challenge (ITC) is an unparalleled opportunity to&lt;br /&gt;broaden students’ understanding of global trade and to participate in an array of stimulating activities to&lt;br /&gt;enhance their knowledge of product distribution, competition, pricing, promotion and sales.&lt;br /&gt;Simultaneously, this experience will promote the enduring qualities of teamwork, risk-taking and self-&lt;br /&gt;confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ITC is a competition on Market Entry Strategy. To prepare for the Market Entry Strategy, the&lt;br /&gt;students are required to research and synthesize detailed information related to a specific country to gain&lt;br /&gt;a greater understanding of international trade. The exercise stresses the elements of teamwork,&lt;br /&gt;competition, marketing, promotion and innovation, and it requires the students to develop a clearly&lt;br /&gt;written international marketing plan for a specific country that includes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Product development&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A solid understanding of international trade and marketing&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Detailed research on a country&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Analysis of physical boundaries and challenges&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Defined target market&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Defined market competition&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Analysis of transportation systems for distribution&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Establish timeframe for implementation&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Establish short term and long term goals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As students prepare to create the distribution and logistical elements of their proposals, they will be&lt;br /&gt;encouraged to conduct on-line research on the international trade operations of a variety of businesses&lt;br /&gt;including FedEx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;International Trade Challenge Workshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The competition will require students to create a comprehensive Market Entry Strategy plan and develop&lt;br /&gt;a well-written proposal for judging by local experts/volunteers. To ensure all the students are equipped&lt;br /&gt;to prepare their Market Entry Strategy plan, all student entrants for the ITC are required to attend a one-&lt;br /&gt;day ITC Workshop on Saturday 5th June 2010 where market entry strategy tips and the above&lt;br /&gt;international marketing plan criteria are covered. The workshop will be held at NTUC Centre, Seminar&lt;br /&gt;Room 801, One Marina Boulevard (Raffles Place MRT).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore International Trade Challenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the workshop, student entrants (2 per team) will have 4 weeks to complete their Market Entry&lt;br /&gt;Strategy Plan where 6 finalist teams will be chosen to present their plans at the Singapore International&lt;br /&gt;Trade Challenge Finals to be held on Saturday 7th August 2010. From there, 3 final winning teams will&lt;br /&gt;be selected to represent Singapore at the Asia Pacific International Trade Challenge in Singapore, to be&lt;br /&gt;held on 22nd – 25th August, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asia Pacific International Trade Challenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Asia Pacific International Trade Challenge will require the students to develop a specific product and&lt;br /&gt;create an original international marketing plan for a designated country. The students will develop a&lt;br /&gt;PowerPoint presentation, an advertisement for the product, and make a formal presentation to a panel of&lt;br /&gt;judges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight countries will be represented in this competition. The participants at the Asia Pacific International&lt;br /&gt;Trade Challenge in Singapore will have the opportunity to gain invaluable information, insights and&lt;br /&gt;learnings from Senior FedEx executives and expert advice from FedEx program facilitators. The&lt;br /&gt;experience will reinforce the knowledge gained and will advance the students’ critical thinking skills,&lt;br /&gt;comprehension of international trade and command of the lessons learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scoring Rubric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scoring rubric will be utilized for the evaluation and judging of student proposals and presentations for&lt;br /&gt;both the Singapore and Asia Pacific International Trade Challenges. This will be shared with the&lt;br /&gt;students at the workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perks and Prizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All students who sent in qualified entries will receive a certificate of participation. Certificate of merit will&lt;br /&gt;be awarded to the six shortlisted teams and a SGD 300 book voucher and a plaque will be awarded to&lt;br /&gt;the three final teams (SGD 150/student).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Asia Pacific International Trade Challenge winning prizes are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Prize – USD 2,000/student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Prize – USD 1,500/student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Prize – USD 1,000/student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timeline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore ITC Workshop Sat 5th June&lt;br /&gt;ITC Market Entry Strategy competition submission Sat 3rd July&lt;br /&gt;Announcement on 6 finalist teams Sat 17th July&lt;br /&gt;Singapore ITC Finals Sat 31st July&lt;br /&gt;Asia Pacific ITC, Singapore Sun 22nd – Wed 25th Aug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope you find the International Trade Challenge a worthwhile competition and will support and&lt;br /&gt;encourage your students to participate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz... this is contradicting. yes i wan but no i dun wan kind. this one classmate came up to me and said, " wan join? i wan form a team with you!"  i was lik, "har?" im honoured by the fact that u appreciate my skills and knowledge. but.. forming a team of TWO? me n you? a bit difficult ah. it's a GREAT opportunity, once in a life time in fact. how long can u stay below the age of 19? i'm 18 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know taking part is not about winning, it's the experience that counts. but tell me, who dun wanna win?!  i dun wish that, by the end of the day, one of us appear to be dragging down the other one. now that u've invited me to take part w u, it's tough to say NO. seriously, i dunno which part of ur eyes is blind to team up w me. i mean, in my heart, i know i'm not capable in doing this. there are better choices in the class. there's this 2 genius-sent-by-god-to-DIB03, i sincerly hope that they will participte in this competition. cos i know they had the ability to do well and maybe make it into the finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how how how?!&lt;br /&gt;i think not ba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-6791308235404505870?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/6791308235404505870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/05/competition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/6791308235404505870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/6791308235404505870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/05/competition.html' title='competition.'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-3750670275840383978</id><published>2010-05-08T14:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T16:10:21.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S-UPRFiJbsI/AAAAAAAABrE/Ns04dBbRNPE/s1600/06052010206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468794108728929986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S-UPRFiJbsI/AAAAAAAABrE/Ns04dBbRNPE/s320/06052010206.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum brought these all for herself. tsk. where's my share?:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S-UPQjK7i0I/AAAAAAAABq8/KmlxMCeDCmE/s1600/05052010204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468794099504745282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S-UPQjK7i0I/AAAAAAAABq8/KmlxMCeDCmE/s320/05052010204.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOLOLLOLOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S-UPQLFmKcI/AAAAAAAABq0/YV-cU3DKaMk/s1600/fb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468794093039921602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S-UPQLFmKcI/AAAAAAAABq0/YV-cU3DKaMk/s320/fb.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINC &amp;amp; ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;u had successfully made me suffer both mentally and physically. taking away my time and giving me shit balls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thankyou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL!!!!! econs, dbe project, poa, stats, mob report(2fking page on 1 sentence).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i've done poa n stats. phew. dbe n mob nid use laptop, but i just cant get started, it's weird doing work on keyboard rather than with pen. TWO PAGE REPORT. wth. where to start?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm tired.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;homework sums up my week. besides paper work, tutors make us do extra work online. i'll nv forgive the fellow who invented this kind of system: if work not done online=tutor can see+will get mark for the rest of your life. wa, thanks ah. but still, it's meant to benefit us. the thing about poly is tt, teachers are not the ones who are pressuring us, it's our peers instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;note: i'm the class rep, so i get to know what's happening in my class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in just a short 3days, i realised the ugly truth about someone in my class. i thought evryone will grow out of drama once secondary school ended. apparently this is not the case for my class. i'm living in a whole new chapter of drama now. take note, it's living in, not into. i'm not getting into anymore trouble this time. i shouldn't in fact. had seen too much and knew too well that once it starts, it'll never end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's bad to malign. or being put into misunderstandings, but all the messages as edvidence. wad else hav u gotta say? now that the truth is out, u don't even feel apologetic. amazing cunning talents, deciving angelic looks, is that what u've got? i probably wont be this disappointed if u didnt insult my principles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one thing i can say is, if u think u'r the cleverest among all, thinking that all the cunning tricks can fool the whole class, u'r wrong. we came to this place with the same cut off point. no one is better than any one else. our mind is as brilliant as each others'. no point carrying on. but now, even if u wanna stop. it's too late. the rest wont forgive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah, thats for the sadest part of life. anyways, i still have work to do.&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/3522107432876716719-3750670275840383978?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/3750670275840383978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/3750670275840383978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/3750670275840383978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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/_ZKRNob-053E/S-UPRFiJbsI/AAAAAAAABrE/Ns04dBbRNPE/s72-c/06052010206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522107432876716719.post-5684854792730839894</id><published>2010-05-05T10:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T10:47:53.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waaarrr...</title><content type='html'>it's not war. it's waaa-aarrr.. it's WA ending with an R. get it? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaarrr.. so long nv blog alreadysssxxzzxxx. hai. i hav sch, tts why.LOL! i'm suppose to be doing project now. but i dunno how to start. but later got training. which will end at 9? then by the time i came hm, i'll be shag n energyless to work on project, which i nid to hand up tml. die lor-.- BUT, TONIGHT THEN DO. cos got the push to finish:) OH YA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have trainings. LOL!!!! netballlllll~~!! it's fun! i'm extremely happy tt they'r willing to giv noobs a chance. chance as in, learning this sport. although i did said i wont continue training if there's not chance in getting into the team. but now, even if i dun get into the team, there's not regrets. cos i enjoy trainings, i enjoy playing with the netballers, plus there's wt n ri in there. i can nv feel so happy in school. cos, during trainings, i found my true self. i can joke and insult, i see familiar faces. for the past 2weeks, b4 cca starts, i'd been dragging myself to school. cos i dun enjoy hanging out w my new classmates. but now, cca is my motivation to attend school. HIAKHIAKHIAK! LOL! and, i'll still train extremely hard to not waste my 3yrs in netball!:D yea, there, u see my goal now? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun hate my class. we spent quality time tgt. lik, hanging out in the lib, kinda. doing project tgt, but end up watching movie. LOL! they'r cute kids. yea, they'r kids to me. cos i thik one yr did make a difference. sometimes, i hang out w J, but sometimes, i practice solitude. then they'll ask, 'eh? why ar u nt w j? i tot u 2 were bestfrens?' LOL! this sentence sounds so awkward. it's lik.. yes, i hang out w J on day one. but tt doesnt mean she's my bff alr right? tt doesnt mean i cant go solo or cant mix w other ppl. so tt's weird. plus cute. LOL! their mindset is younger, i suppose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if i'm the onli one feeling this way or wat. cos, it's the kind of sour feeling when i step into the lecture hall looking at 100 strangers. so everytime i'll stand up to look at nash. unfortunately, he's unlikely to be there. there's no commonwealthian in my lecture hall. cos no one entered my course. but of cos, my classmates will be there. but there's a limit to the comfort feeling they can giv me. so.. life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after i've netball as my cca, i feel home-ly. LOL! it's tt comfort feeling la. lik, all 1992 born one. all speak the same languge. got difference, got, reali got difference. 1992 ppl v guai lan, super insulting, v straightforward, wont let u in on first day. 1993 ar friendly, almost too friendly. LOL! scared. but, it varies:) it's not hate nor dislike, i't preference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FANG IS COMING LATER! finally:D OH YA, which leads me to my next point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i frequently say to my classmates, 'opps sorry, i cant go hm w u guys, cos i gotta meet my frens.' so after way-too-much meeting of frens, they got curious how come sec sch frens can be so close. did i mention tt my class has no N.A students? onli me? ok, then i answered them, cos we spent one more yr tgt compared to u did w ur sec sch frens! it's true. they onli had a clique of 3frens? but i hav a clique of 13, plus ml n xf. and a few more precious ones. they ar suprised how much commitment n effort we had put in. LOOK AT XF, SHE RAN ALL THE WAY TO SP TO FIND ME! *proud face* hahahah! it's the effort. rima n sh, so tired alr still wake up early to LKP. this love will stay. i'm convinced now. our efforts ar scary. by standers can see. they told me how their frens no longer meet, ect. the difference is tt, hoseh spent 4days 3nights tgt. how can we not feel lik a family? it's beyond creepy. cos no one does tt. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this love will stay. but still, i hope my classmates can give me the famliy feeling too. afterall, we spend super a lot time tgt. i just need another approach to understand them. not the 1992 way. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D training later! LOL! cant stop saying this.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna say out loud later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-5684854792730839894?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/5684854792730839894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/05/waaarrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/5684854792730839894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/5684854792730839894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/05/waaarrr.html' title='waaarrr...'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-1839742221271964394</id><published>2010-04-22T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:17:46.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COUGH!</title><content type='html'>it was so hot, i switched on the air con, n then i cough non stop, i switch it off again. loser. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heavent been blogging=heavent settle down in sch. seriously. i have yet to do so till now. ANYWAYS, TML MEETING HOSEH!!!~~!!! SO GOD DAMN HAPPY! meeting fang n ML soon too. she must settle down first. LOL! it's hard to find a bunch of ppl hu accept u for hu u ar. but anyway, life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my comments on poly are vague. true, i met lots of weird ppl. i'm weird too. but i love all but 1:) this bloody-disgrace-to-man man, is beyond help. i dunno wad's on his plate when he grew up. definitely not the same as mine. i guess tt's how a real rich kid behave huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog information will not be leaked out, as i've changed all my emails n names or watever. even google cant find me, so this is a private corner i guess. unless my poly frens ar so meticulous n curious to dig out informations. well... they will probably not too. I'M AN OLD HAG IN CLASS! HA, BEAT TT!!! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love ppl hu can take care of themselves. like, just stand on ur own. if u nid a shoulder, i'll lend u(provided u ar a good friend of mine) if not, just keep ur back bone straight n stop whining! oh gosh, especially if u ar a guy. having live for so long in the west, all the boys i know n knew are independent. so i cant take soft boys:( too bad though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had this one independent friend in class. she gives me lots of space, nv pester me ect. so greatful to her! i think i'll be telling her this onli during year2. HAHAHA! she knows her stuff, did her work well, n she's younger than me, inronically v mature. but she hates stupid, no common sense ppl. watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MUMMY BOYS! grow up fkers. or bring ur maid to sch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-1839742221271964394?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/1839742221271964394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/04/cough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/1839742221271964394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/1839742221271964394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/04/cough.html' title='COUGH!'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-1801114489282229753</id><published>2010-04-14T20:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:13:40.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird</title><content type='html'>i think i'm the weird one. .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see hands waving, heart open, welcoming everyone in.&lt;br /&gt;But i just stood there n build 10 000 thick walls to surround myself n keep everyone at bay. I'm sorry.. It had nv been so tough before.. I used to love making new frens, turning strangers into bff. But now, i just wanna sit at a corner n shield myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must learn how to move on, move away from this perfect stage of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As life goes on, i learnt not to trust. Frens just come n go, i've turned numerous strangers into my fren over night. E.g, obs frens. We eat n shit tgt for so many days. But they just simply turned back into strangers after awhile. I understand tt believing  is the first step in doing anything. But.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to trust yet, not ready to forge this friendship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-1801114489282229753?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/1801114489282229753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/04/weird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/1801114489282229753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/1801114489282229753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/04/weird.html' title='weird'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-4355523857639863085</id><published>2010-04-14T20:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T20:58:14.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insercure.</title><content type='html'>where hav u been lately?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-4355523857639863085?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/4355523857639863085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/04/insercure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/4355523857639863085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/4355523857639863085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/04/insercure.html' title='insercure.'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-5139753469529554217</id><published>2010-04-13T16:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T16:59:32.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yawnn</title><content type='html'>i met another me. it's hard to handle. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-5139753469529554217?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/5139753469529554217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/04/yawnn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/5139753469529554217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/5139753469529554217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/04/yawnn.html' title='yawnn'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-3828263635786964020</id><published>2010-04-08T16:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T17:10:02.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photos. random + bday + malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S72a95i5rHI/AAAAAAAABqs/Fopnynr8nmQ/s1600/HOSEH.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457688711652813938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S72a95i5rHI/AAAAAAAABqs/Fopnynr8nmQ/s320/HOSEH.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S72ZsS_VBEI/AAAAAAAABps/gfN5FVcTGQ0/s1600/08042010131+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457687309733659714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S72ZsS_VBEI/AAAAAAAABps/gfN5FVcTGQ0/s320/08042010131+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I WANT THOSEEEEEEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S72a9ZEd31I/AAAAAAAABqk/iwm_nCixxwE/s1600/p070310_12.38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457688702935228242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S72a9ZEd31I/AAAAAAAABqk/iwm_nCixxwE/s320/p070310_12.38.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love kaleidoscope+ my bff&lt;3 hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S72a9JLWusI/AAAAAAAABqc/OrL6zfhEPFk/s1600/03042010083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457688698669152962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S72a9JLWusI/AAAAAAAABqc/OrL6zfhEPFk/s320/03042010083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tambun grill. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S72a8i6DdrI/AAAAAAAABqU/yUhWlZ4X9Fo/s1600/29032010097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457688688396039858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S72a8i6DdrI/AAAAAAAABqU/yUhWlZ4X9Fo/s320/29032010097.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mega idiotic. w cousins n siblings outside toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S72Zui5zvzI/AAAAAAAABqM/MPbpoU1Svpw/s1600/28032010090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457687348365213490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S72Zui5zvzI/AAAAAAAABqM/MPbpoU1Svpw/s320/28032010090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xf n ml&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S72Zuc72asI/AAAAAAAABqE/c9sM9HjGdiU/s1600/28032010085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457687346763164354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S72Zuc72asI/AAAAAAAABqE/c9sM9HjGdiU/s320/28032010085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, this aint no computer shop.&lt;br /&gt;overnight at loon's hse. OMGGG~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S72Ztguhy9I/AAAAAAAABp8/rzzYqehWEWg/s1600/26032010071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457687330601159634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S72Ztguhy9I/AAAAAAAABp8/rzzYqehWEWg/s320/26032010071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt's a moon, not the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S72ZsjiVwiI/AAAAAAAABp0/KN26fPx6BXw/s1600/26032010038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457687314175476258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S72ZsjiVwiI/AAAAAAAABp0/KN26fPx6BXw/s320/26032010038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had one capsule to ourselves. MAD GENIUS! i dunno how he did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S72YvlwYHJI/AAAAAAAABpk/It_c2OKnmAo/s1600/05042010125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457686266799201426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S72YvlwYHJI/AAAAAAAABpk/It_c2OKnmAo/s320/05042010125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my place is a dream, the skies was orange n pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S72Yu9LtdDI/AAAAAAAABpc/QXWr23OuhUA/s1600/04042010121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457686255907992626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S72Yu9LtdDI/AAAAAAAABpc/QXWr23OuhUA/s320/04042010121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGE RAINBOW ON THE HIGHWAY IN MALAYSIA!! i love love love my hometown! it was a full rainbow, across the highway, lik entering a tunnel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S72YuVftYlI/AAAAAAAABpU/iGQuA3j_6nI/s1600/04042010118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457686245254455890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S72YuVftYlI/AAAAAAAABpU/iGQuA3j_6nI/s320/04042010118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lowww clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S72Yt3kVeeI/AAAAAAAABpM/BbYaUTQyFs4/s1600/02042010117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457686237220796898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S72Yt3kVeeI/AAAAAAAABpM/BbYaUTQyFs4/s320/02042010117.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my youngest cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S72YtrmfdpI/AAAAAAAABpE/3z58ojrSwXg/s1600/02042010115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457686234008614546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S72YtrmfdpI/AAAAAAAABpE/3z58ojrSwXg/s320/02042010115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA, HAPPY BDAY + APRIL FOOL:D to the one in black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fyi: it's&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i love &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;OE&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;HANG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-3828263635786964020?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/3828263635786964020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/04/photos-random-bday-malaysia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/3828263635786964020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/3828263635786964020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/04/photos-random-bday-malaysia.html' title='photos. random + bday + malaysia'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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/_ZKRNob-053E/S72a95i5rHI/AAAAAAAABqs/Fopnynr8nmQ/s72-c/HOSEH.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522107432876716719.post-8087108182100221199</id><published>2010-04-06T02:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T02:27:24.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant sleep!! N tt's pathetic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaolation:D wellll~ it has been long since i last saw everyone. It's lik, i'm in my own lil world, n i dun wan this to end.. Everytime 'sch's starting soon' dun ring a bell in my head. Oh gosh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hi!! I'm from food science!!!*excited* hahaha!!!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousins n i get along wellllll.. V well.. Eating playing shitting car washing floor cleaning same shirt same jokes dota warcraft maple prank birthdays outing, we've been tgt for our whole life, 6 of us, babies bathing in the same bath tub. But who can guarantee we wiill not quarrel in the future? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like friendships, when it's gone, its gone. But lik i said, blood is thicker than nippon paint, wad will actually happen??????? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 16 yrs old, mentally! Cool, shows tt i'm living my life the right way, the teenage way. The frens is haven or hell way. My way;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-8087108182100221199?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/8087108182100221199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-cant-sleep-n-tts-pathetic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/8087108182100221199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/8087108182100221199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-cant-sleep-n-tts-pathetic.html' title=''/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-603387426202355643</id><published>2010-03-27T23:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T18:48:08.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time for a change.</title><content type='html'>sh,vinc,shan,ber,marc,rima,mx,wt,xf,ml thanks guys! i must really had done shit load of charity to deserve u guys. seriously..&lt;br /&gt;Posting w my phone now, wont hav any pictures:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poly is lik so round-the-corner, finallyyy!!!! No more sciencesssss!!! Omgggg!!!! I love maths. Haha! I reali do. But i know my course is nth to do w math or hav lil relation w it. But it's ok, i think.. &lt;br /&gt;Just happen to tot of this, wad am i gonna do after getting my diploma? To the best of my knowledge, i hav no idea wad's coming in my way/where i'm heading. Err.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat goes around comes around. I think i wont be having any friends in poly. No kidding, being such a hardcore badass till now, i believe retributions are coming soon. Bad bad bad. Good! I'll be a nun starting from 12april! Not literally, but in principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds wrong, but i'm actually more concern of being alive now. Ironically, having led such an adventurous lifestyle for these yrs, i'm now scared of taking roller coaster rides. In hong kong, i took a mini roller ride, when it reaches it's climax, i wasnt thinking of how fun it was, instead, i'm wondering if this damn thing hits the floor, 3 of us died, who is gonna take care of my partents? Paranoid much? I began to think a whole lot more issues since i got down the ride safely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much paranoid sessions, i believe wad goes around, comes around. Even so, i still cant stop doing sinful things. Guess it takes time. Firstly, i've tried to stop comenting, i tried, tried! But seriously ah, for some strangers only. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me tt, when u found some goals and visions u wanted to achieve in life, it's when death becomes a no joke to u. 5 years back, most of us dare to jump down from an impossible height without considering the consequences. But now? Siao ahh!! Lol! Right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My highest level of meditation would be controling my temper. I dunno how the rest of my peers did it, and it's smt un-teacher-ble. I'm concious of how much my dad loves me n my family but i just couldnt contain my anger when we start to argue(u can call it discussion, really). Life ahead will require skills n smart ideas. Not anger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for being an unfilial daughter, i'll work lik a cow when i step into society to make sure that both my parents lead a wealthy life. See, my mum likes shopping, but my dad hates shallow women who only knows how to shop. So my mum limits her spending on herself, and invest those money on us. In other words, she shop for our stuff. *heart sour* as an insensitive cold blooded, i only realise this recently. Nb. I saw this drop dead gorgeous bag which cost a bomb, and she asked me if i want it, and she's ready to pay. But most of the time, all the bags tt she's interested in, was never once brought. So me n hwa promised her we'll grant all her wishes. Naive? Not! It's probably the only promise i'd make so far. N it offically becomes my goal in life. I believe everyone is super protective towards their mum. I dunno y, but this kinda makes the world goes round. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as life goes on, i made sure i wont get killed easily. It's like, dont get wasted! Living for so long being so lost, now there is finally a thing to work for, just dont wanna die so fast. Lol. Blogging it will keep me reminded of my purpose in life, next time when i'm super lost in life, i can search for the answer here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of my mum as a motivation will probably keep me motivated forever. Cos it's no longer myself, it's nothing to do with my own future. I can always change my living standard depending on my income. But now, i have to ensure my wages is enough to support someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always dreaming of living in hill top houses driving 50 cars, will still stay as a dream, but not smt i'll be working on. Hopefully i'll have the chance to do so. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago my relatives came to visit. Finally had to chance to dine w them. Each time they arrive, i'll be busy doing revision. It startled me, the fact that it's the 6th time their visiting. So for 5 times they visited, i wasnt there. The photos they took, even w my granny!!! I wasnt in. But my uncle told me it's ok, some times we need to give up our fun in exchange for success. Just like my dad. Once i didnt see dad for 2weeks despite living under one roof. Too long, too drifted.But it just doesnt feel good missing out gatherings. Having holidays now, its my turn to work around dad's timing. After this holiday, i really wont have time for family gathering. For hoseh, it's easy as we'r all schooling:) n webcamming of cos:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and overnight at loon's hse, after so long, it was my first time having spent my night w them. So guilty, each time we were invited, i was the only one who didnt make it, cos after sci mac on fridays, i'm just to drained to party the night. That day i went over, it's so nice laaarrrhh! &lt;3 my cousins ttm! Then the hse became a lan shop. Haha. Shall post photos during the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for this year, main aim is to be so good in organising n preparing my time tt no outing shall be left out. Easy to say though. But i will still leave out the fun after some time. Nvm. Life goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having partied all my life, copying in exams, taking short cuts, avoiding troublesome subjects, i think it's time for me to walk the path without taking short cuts. This way i'll learn more, quoted from eq. Haha! Ya, maybe the tendency of taking short cuts in problem solving resulted in me lackin-in-learing-my-lesson. Great. Monkey business always seems flawless. But fatal after effects-.- hai. It's not the first time, definitly not the last. Time for a change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-603387426202355643?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/603387426202355643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-for-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/603387426202355643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/603387426202355643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-for-change.html' title='time for a change.'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-2861055137780815715</id><published>2010-03-24T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T23:43:28.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woooohooooo</title><content type='html'>themes are giving me hell lot of headache. now I LOST ALL MY PHOTOS:( HAI. LIFE GOES ON. FB ROCKS. BUT, I GOTTA CONTROL. testING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-2861055137780815715?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/2861055137780815715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/03/woooohooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/2861055137780815715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/2861055137780815715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/03/woooohooooo.html' title='woooohooooo'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-8380120422028845155</id><published>2010-03-21T13:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T14:34:05.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>travel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S6WzvFBWINI/AAAAAAAABo8/jbxgqaX9mpo/s1600-h/DSC04946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S6WzvFBWINI/AAAAAAAABo8/jbxgqaX9mpo/s320/DSC04946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450960545384898770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fam&amp;amp;i went on a trip recently:) kinda a bag pack trip. cos we brought maps, find our way and were walking most of the time. NO TOUR GUIDES!!! OMG, I LOVE BEING FREEEEEE~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't u just hate it when u pay tour guides hundreds of dollars just for them to control ur life?!&lt;br /&gt;get a map, get lost and have fun:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love turbulence. and then i shouted WOOHOO! then everyone on the plane stare at me:(&lt;br /&gt;i know it sounds crazy, but it's like roller coaster. c'mon, wad's wrong? if the plane's gonna crash, then we'r all gonna die. i just chose to end my life w a happy ending:) LOL!! no kiddin man, that was when i truly realized i am an optimist:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUMBS UP BABY~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-8380120422028845155?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/8380120422028845155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/03/travel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/8380120422028845155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/8380120422028845155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/03/travel.html' title='travel.'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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/_ZKRNob-053E/S6WzvFBWINI/AAAAAAAABo8/jbxgqaX9mpo/s72-c/DSC04946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522107432876716719.post-1941161680482171554</id><published>2010-03-13T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T23:04:39.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yo dude, gotta tell ya smt..</title><content type='html'>yup. u hav gotta know this!! have u ever wonder, hu should u thank in life? NOW THIS IS THE ANSWER!!!! rmb, always know where u'r heading, always thank the right person:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;http://en.tackfilm.se/?id=1268312955460RA65&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've earned 11.80dollars. i'm so proud of myself. besides money, i believe i can shutup more often n become wiser as this job goes on. ok, it suck, but life still have to go on right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ANYWAYS. I'M KINDA IN LOVE W THIS PICTURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S5uoqLj3UTI/AAAAAAAABo0/KIDjXnq-Dco/s1600-h/matryoshka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S5uoqLj3UTI/AAAAAAAABo0/KIDjXnq-Dco/s320/matryoshka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448133616845934898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!! RMB HOW WE USED TO OPEN IT UP AND IT GETS SMALLER AND SMALLER??&lt;br /&gt;but not anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-1941161680482171554?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/1941161680482171554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/03/yo-dude-gotta-tell-ya-smt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/1941161680482171554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/1941161680482171554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/03/yo-dude-gotta-tell-ya-smt.html' title='yo dude, gotta tell ya smt..'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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/_ZKRNob-053E/S5uoqLj3UTI/AAAAAAAABo0/KIDjXnq-Dco/s72-c/matryoshka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522107432876716719.post-2005724247191262510</id><published>2010-03-08T11:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T12:44:22.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'coz mad ppl are the best ppl..//</title><content type='html'>so u think i'm angry for u ruining all my plans? so u think i'm angry all the time just to get things going my way? so u think i'm always full of angst? &lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/LEEFAM%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.png" alt="" /&gt;so u think anger is the rule of my life? so i'm still just a pathetic follower in ur eyes? so i'm someone with no stand and no say in my clique of friends? so i'm never a leader in ur eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm angry because each time we fought, it shows the distance between us. it shows how much u don't understand me. when things happened, u always looked at me in the way like i cant solve the problem. no, i can! in fact, it's easy. all u see is my flaws, and using my flaws, u condemn my capabilities. how could i not be angry when u spoil my plans? I'M NOT AS FREE AS U THINK I AM, DAD! i've to trouble another soul to take over my job as an organizer, it ain't fair. u said i'm always rash and angst in solving things, but dad.. have u ever thought of this:' if u didn't pop my plans, everything will go on smoothly, then i wouldn't be mad.' with all those u've said, i began to doubt myself. i'm never a leader but an angry soul that just spoils everyone's day. so in ur eyes i'm always like this? everyday i hang out with my friends because i've no guts to say i wanna go home? so this is who i am? so i'm just a coward? so i'm still the girl who needs protection? so i'm the never independent one? so i'm always bullied? har? HAR?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u said i'm a perfectionist? i'm not. as a human being, i give in my 100% in things that i've decided to do.. yes, i'll plan and make sure it's achieved. how many times must i prove it to u? o'lvl u objected in my decision on dropping humanities, BUT DID I DISAPPOINT U?! i said i'll secure a single digit, i did.. didn't i? we fought during the discussion, u said i'm crazy and i'm gonna regret it, but still, i go ahead with my plans, but who's the winner now? and then again, each time, we fought, JUST BECAUSE U DON'T BELIEVE IN ME! SO JUST HOW MANY TIMES MUST I PROVE U WRONG?! after each incident, u'll say i'm right. but when the next arose, I'M SUDDENLY WRONG AGAIN. and it just go over and over again for so many times throughout my life. apparently, u still don't understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u said i always want to do it ONLY my way, taking others suggestions as bullshit. but dad, u didn't explain how ur method would work.. u demanded it ur way. or maybe i did so too. we'r so alike, yet so different in the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm crazy in doing things? just because i see things differently or i'm using a different approach? just because before it starts i said it'll be a success? yes, i'm sorry, but i don't plan failure. i only say this when i give in my 100%. i vision success even before it starts because i'm confident that it will. and did i disappoint u? no. did i ever failed completely before? no, not once so far. so how much more must i show u i can? fate is in our hands. we take the path we choose not the chosen path. this is what i'm taught. i may have tuck lots more to learn, but please, just believe in me.. i've made my poly course ur choice. must i be on the top in my industry to show u i can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes u shouldn't see me the way u wanted me to be, but just see me as who i am. let me grow in my own will, help me in this process. isn't this what parents should do? i'm tired of showing u what i can do. sometimes all i need to do is shut all the comments away and believe in myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll never be a leader in life..?&lt;br /&gt;are u wrong about me? or am i wrong about myself..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-2005724247191262510?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/2005724247191262510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/03/apparently.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/2005724247191262510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/2005724247191262510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/03/apparently.html' title='&apos;coz mad ppl are the best ppl..//'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-3350737421057856960</id><published>2010-03-05T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T23:04:06.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY, CHARGER!</title><content type='html'>SO.NOW.WAD?I.GOT.A.NEW.CHARGER.FOR.23$.BUT.FOUND.OUT.TT.I.LOST.ALL.MY.SONGS.&lt;br /&gt;SQUARE.ONE.TMD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ANYWAYSS, watched Alice back in wonderland w miaoling &amp;amp; xuefang ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO. 'i think CCA is the thing tt bonded us tgt' quoted from xf.&lt;br /&gt;i think is so true. SO, I'VE DECIDED. i must have a CCA in poly:) cos, no point missing out great ppl in life for some darn results thingy. although i'd love to excel in my studies, but i wont wanna lose myself. thanks xf&lt;3 ur words woke me up:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-3350737421057856960?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/3350737421057856960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/03/yay-charger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/3350737421057856960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/3350737421057856960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/03/yay-charger.html' title='YAY, CHARGER!'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-7436155957196399379</id><published>2010-03-04T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T00:43:33.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>growing up..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you grow up your best friends become your worst enemies.&lt;br /&gt;Lollipops turn into cigarettes, the innocent ones turn into sluts.&lt;br /&gt;Homework goes in the trash. Cellphones are used in class.&lt;br /&gt;Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka.&lt;br /&gt;Underwear turns into thongs. Kisses turn into sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground?&lt;br /&gt;When protection meant wearing a helmet not a condom?&lt;br /&gt;When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties?&lt;br /&gt;When you thought babies were left on your doorstep?&lt;br /&gt;When dad's shoulders were the highest place on Earth and mom was your hero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your worst enemies were your siblings, and race issues were about who ran the fastest?&lt;br /&gt;War was only a card game, the only drug you knew was cough medicine, and wearing a skirt didn't make you a whore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that could hurt you was skinned knees and goodbye only meant until tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;The only drama you knew of was Romeo and Juliet?&lt;br /&gt;The only thing you could cheat in was a game, and players were for sports not relationships?&lt;br /&gt;The only way we could change was with our clothes and not ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, we absolutely could not wait to grow up. And now growing up is our worst fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;By Amanda S., Monona, WI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://987rozz.wordpress.com/&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/3522107432876716719-7436155957196399379?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/7436155957196399379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/03/growing-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/7436155957196399379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/7436155957196399379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/03/growing-up.html' title='growing up..'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-1251478099298499180</id><published>2010-02-27T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T01:20:35.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tattoo.</title><content type='html'>i... wan get one. but i dun wan it to be just there because it's nice cool or whatever. i dun need a design to decorate my skin. i want it to be meaningful. like it represent something, something to do with my life. representing someone close to me who have had past(CHOY!! not so soon!!!). not dying for one, just thought of it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well.. the time will come:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-1251478099298499180?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/1251478099298499180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/02/tattoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/1251478099298499180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/1251478099298499180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/02/tattoo.html' title='tattoo.'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-8366072233572033422</id><published>2010-02-22T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T01:01:11.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO, I WON'T TURN INTO A PARTY GIRL...</title><content type='html'>YET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S4KgH6wls4I/AAAAAAAABos/_1WaN3LNtCM/s1600-h/26206_331142597920_724947920_3696396_4092056_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S4KgH6wls4I/AAAAAAAABos/_1WaN3LNtCM/s320/26206_331142597920_724947920_3696396_4092056_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441087357709562754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classic eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. i miss u, when i'm having fun w/o u along. it's like, a part of me died. LOL! serious much? BUT IT'S OK! moving on:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things goes like this.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*age are my own assumption* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy ran, he tot tt his 3yr old math can agar agar dodge my hand. but, BAMB, his head slid my watch(take note, is he slid my watch, not my watch slid his head.LOL!), got a deep cut in his eyebrow, bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;the father, tot this victim's 5 yr old bro caused the whole incident, so before i could even explain, the father gave the bro one tight slap(seriously, it'll hurt even if it hits an adult). ouch.&lt;br /&gt;rima gave them tissues, the rest of us just stare, i cant do anything could i? wtf, i hate the father so much that instant! HE FREAKING HIT AN INNOCENT BOY!!! the one bleeding just kept crying. the mother and the auntie stared at me as if i'm the one who purposely hit their boy w a knife. but they had a 7 yr old sister whom eventually explained everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess nth could solve this huh? the slap that the boy received is not only physically, but mentally. how much he'll hate his dad. the stare in this small boy's eyes is so strong that i could feel how much he wish to beat his dad up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i did was to stroke him softly.. on that side of his face where he was hit on.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even want to pity the one bleeding, simply because his maths failed+he deserved it by dashing past me from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;IF U WAN RUN, DODGE ME.&lt;br /&gt;IF NOT, QUIT PLAYING, JUST WALK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thing,&lt;br /&gt;se7en sucks.to.the.bloody.core.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-8366072233572033422?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/8366072233572033422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-i-wont-turn-into-party-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/8366072233572033422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/8366072233572033422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-i-wont-turn-into-party-girl.html' title='NO, I WON&apos;T TURN INTO A PARTY GIRL...'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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/_ZKRNob-053E/S4KgH6wls4I/AAAAAAAABos/_1WaN3LNtCM/s72-c/26206_331142597920_724947920_3696396_4092056_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522107432876716719.post-5350412812793055994</id><published>2010-02-20T01:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T01:41:41.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O.M.G. WHO'S TT GENIEUS WHO INVENTED TT?!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;right, before i start, this is crazy. suddenly web cam is in. LOL!!!!!!!! loves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;top&gt;my bro,me,shan,ber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;bott&gt;vincent.WOOHOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S36zEYslxoI/AAAAAAAABns/E21zYpGdADk/s1600-h/19951_325772932920_724947920_3675424_664303_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S36zEYslxoI/AAAAAAAABns/E21zYpGdADk/s320/19951_325772932920_724947920_3675424_664303_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439982287840462466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the topic. shan was exclaiming. "who's tt genieus who invented tt?" well, i believe she was not the first and only one who said this before. sometimes when we came across smt(like, money?) we'll go, WOW. WTF, WHO INVENTED IT?! SO COOOOLLL~~!! so, ya, i did some research:) no brainer like internet, paper and stuff, u do it urself. the rest, just curious too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MONEY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a no brainer too. but it's my fav. so it must be here. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;invented by: duh, traders.&lt;span style="font-size:1px;"&gt;Phoenicians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits:http://www.michaelppowers.com/prosperity/coins.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S3668MzdHqI/AAAAAAAABn0/yyXWWjklrx8/s1600-h/19951_325772932920_724947920_3675424_664303_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S3668MzdHqI/AAAAAAAABn0/yyXWWjklrx8/s320/19951_325772932920_724947920_3675424_664303_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439990943302098594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Up until 1500 BC, all money was cattle, lambs, goats or pigs – live money that was real life-support wealth, wealth you could actually eat.  Steers were by far the biggest food animal and so they were the highest denomination of money.  The Phoenicians carried their cattle with them for trading but these big creatures proved to very cu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;"  &gt;mbersome on long voyages.  This was the time when Crete was the headquarters of the big-boat people and their new supreme weapon – the lines-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;"  &gt;of-supply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-contro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;"  &gt;l ship.  Crete was called the Minoan civilization, the bull civilizati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;"  &gt;on, wors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Papyrus;font-size:100%;"  &gt;hippers of the male fertility god.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The pair of joined bulls horns symbolized that the particular ship carried real-wealth traders – that there were cattle on board to be exchanged for local-wealth items…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Graduating from carrying cattle along for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;trading in 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;500 BC, the Phoenicians invented metal money, which they first formed into i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ron half-rings that looked like a pair of bull’s horns.  (Many today mistake them for bracelets.)  Soon the traders found that those in pr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;evio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;usly unvisited foreign countries had no memory of the cattle-on-board trading da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ys and didn’t recognize the miniature iron bull horn.  If metal was being used for trading then there were other kinds of metal they preferred &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;trading with people – silver, copper and gold were easy to judge by hefting and were more aesthetically pleasing than the forged iron bull horn symbols.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:Century Gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This soon brought metal coinage into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; the game of wor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ld trading with the first coin bearing the image of the sovereign of the hom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;eland of the Phoenicians."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;-- from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Critical Path&lt;i&gt; by R. Buckminster Fuller&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;CONDOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S37LT6EpYAI/AAAAAAAABn8/1A8WM3-DHWc/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S37LT6EpYAI/AAAAAAAABn8/1A8WM3-DHWc/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440008942776836098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;invented: Egyptians.&lt;br /&gt;credits:http://www.condomerie.com/condoms/condom_history.php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ancient Times&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Throughout the ages people have tried to find ways of preventing conception and venereal diseases. Obvious methods, such as withdrawal, the rhythm method, douches and sponges were used, as were various predecessors of today's condom. In ancient Egypt a linen sheath was used as protection against troublesome insects and tropical diseases. The Chinese tried to prevent infection by wrapping oiled silk paper around the penis, and the Japanese had leather and tortoiseshell sheaths. The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Romans used tampons that had been dipped in herbs and condoms made of goats' bladders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;CHOCOLATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S37LUJK4ZuI/AAAAAAAABoE/V9guC--XyFQ/s1600-h/images2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S37LUJK4ZuI/AAAAAAAABoE/V9guC--XyFQ/s320/images2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440008946829518562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;invented:well, many though.&lt;br /&gt;credits:http://www.squidoo.com/who-invented-chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Discovering the Cacao (Cocoa) Bean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; The history of chocolate dates back to early &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mesoamerican civilizations&lt;/span&gt;. As early as 1500 BC, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Olmec Indians&lt;/span&gt; were growing cacao beans. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mayans&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aztecs&lt;/span&gt; also grew cacao and developed chocolate drinks.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Christopher Columbus&lt;/span&gt; can claim the credit for being the first person to bring cocoa beans to Europe in the early 1500s, and chocolate drinks became popular in Spain. But it wasn't until nearly 100 years later that the flavor spread to other parts of Euro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;pe.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The Invention of the Chocolate Bar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joseph Fry of Bristol&lt;/span&gt;, England, made the next major leap, with the invention of a steam engine for grinding the beans. This allowed chocolate to be manufactured on a larger scale. Fry &amp;amp; Sons (w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;hich would later merge with Cadbury) can also claim one of the most important inventions in the history of chocolate - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;the modern chocolate bar in 1847 (although Cadbury's web site says, "by today's standards these original chocolate bars would not be considered very palatable.")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIGH HEELS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S37LUQ6HGqI/AAAAAAAABoM/4sJCbc0AF84/s1600-h/images3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S37LUQ6HGqI/AAAAAAAABoM/4sJCbc0AF84/s320/images3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440008948906662562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;invented: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="answerbag_vibrant"&gt;Leonardo da Vinci&lt;/span&gt; *STUN* HIM AGAIN? won't he ever get tired of inventing?&lt;br /&gt;credits:http://www.answerbag.com/q_view/81309&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="answerbag_vibrant"&gt;The high heel may have been invented by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leonardo da Vinci (1452-1519)&lt;/span&gt;. Controversy exists over when high heels were first invented, but the consensus is that heels were &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;worn by both men and women throughout the world for many centuries and for a variety of reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="answerbag_vibrant"&gt;Although high heeled shoes are depicted in ancient Egyptian murals on tombs and temples, the earliest recorded instance of men or women wearing an elevated shoe comes from Hellenic times. It is suspected that the wear of an elevated sole, or heel, occurred centuries before, but there is little direct evidence to support this, although there is indeed much indirect evidence that lends credence to the use of high heels by b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="answerbag_vibrant"&gt;oth men and w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="answerbag_vibrant"&gt;omen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="answerbag_vibrant"&gt;for many reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="answerbag_vibrant"&gt;Around 1500, European nobility developed heels as a separate part of their shoes, primarily as a means to help keep their feet in the stirrups. The wear of heels by men quickly became the fashion norm, primarily in the courts, and this practice spawned the term, "well-heeled" as a reference to those who could afford the costlier shoes. Heelwear by men continued until shortly before the French Revolution, but resurfaced in the 70s, and again in modern times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="answerbag_vibrant"&gt;The first officially recorded instance of the wear of high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="answerbag_vibrant"&gt; heels involved th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="answerbag_vibrant"&gt;e 1533 marriage between Catherine de Medici with the Duke of Orleans. She wore heels made in Florence for her wedding, and as a result, high heels became the norm for ladies of the Duke's court in France. In fact, it's plausible that the "modern" high heel was invented by none o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="answerbag_vibrant"&gt;ther than Leonardo da Vinci.[citation needed]Mary Tudor ("Bloody Mary"), another vertically challenged monarch, wore heels as high as possible. From this period until the early 19th century, high heels are frequently in vogue for both sexes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="answerbag_vibrant"&gt;Around 1660, a shoemaker named Nicholas Lestage designed high heeled shoes for Louis XIV. Some were more than four inches, and most were decorated in various battle scenes. The resulting high "Louis heels" subsequently became fashio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="answerbag_vibrant"&gt;nable for ladies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="answerbag_vibrant"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="answerbag_vibrant"&gt;Today the term is used to refer to heels with a concave curve and outward taper at the bottom similar to those worn by Madame de Pompadour, Louis XV's mistress. (They are also sometimes called "Pompadour heels.")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="answerbag_vibrant"&gt;The late 18th-Century trend toward lower heels had much to do with the French Revolution. During the revolution, high heels became acquainted with the opulence. As a result, most people wished to avoid any semblance of wealth, which was singularly remarkable in the elimination of heels from the common market for both men and women. In the wake of the French Revolution heels become lower than at any time in the 18th century.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;MAKEUP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S37LUlBRXkI/AAAAAAAABoU/vvcMmAFLmEw/s1600-h/images4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 115px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S37LUlBRXkI/AAAAAAAABoU/vvcMmAFLmEw/s320/images4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440008954305404482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;invented:Egyptians*again?-.-*&lt;br /&gt;credits:http://www.tipsmakeup.com/ar/who-invented-makeup.php&lt;br /&gt;opinion: O.M.G. so ladies hav been trying so bloody hard to look nice since lik.. forever? BEAT THAT BOYS!;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;"&gt;The history of makeup is a long one, dating all the way back to the ancient Egyptians. They used natural materials like kohl and berries to add color to their faces. Egyptian women even used a moisturizing substance called unguent on their faces to keep wrinkles away. In Roman times, women used kohl on their eyes and chalk to impart a whiter complexion. Cheeks and lips were given a rosy glow with rouge made from fruit juices. Makeup in olden days was quite dangerous, however. White lead was often worn to achieve an aristocratic pale appearance. In the sixth century, women would even bleed themselves until their skin was pale enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;"&gt;In the Renaissance period of Italian history, face powder made from arsenic was commonly used. There was even a popular brand called Aqua Toffana named after its founder, Signora Toffana. Luckily in the Elizabethan era of England, cosmetics were seen as a threat to health. That didn't stop Elizabethan women from sprucing themselves up, however. They applied egg whites to the face for a dewy appearance. During times of epidemic disease such as the time of Charles II, people applied makeup heavily to mask the deathly pallor of illness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;"&gt;Bright red lipstick and cheek rogue came into fashion during 18th century France. The 18th century was another dangerous time for cosmetics wearers, as makeup was commonly made from lead, mercury and belladonna. In Victorian times, a natural look was favored and noticeable makeup was associated with women of ill repute. During this time period, proper ladies would pinch their cheeks to make them pink and use rice powder to take away shine on the face. Of course, they'd never admit they used such beauty enhancing tactics because ladies simply didn't do such things! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;"&gt;When talking about who invented makeup, something must be mentioned about giants of the industry like Maybelline, Max Factor and Revlon. Maybelline was named after its founder's sister and came out with the first mascara, which was a huge hit. Max Factor created the legendary Pancake makeup in 1914, which was also wildly popular. In 1932 the Revlon company was founded, and introduced one of the most popular red lipsticks of all time, Cherries in the Snow. To this day, Maybelline still makes fantastic mascara, Max Factor still makes Pan-Cake and its cousin Pan-Stik, and Revlon still makes the classic Cherries in the Snow lipstick among many other great products.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ICE CREAM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S37LVL3bJUI/AAAAAAAABoc/urM6Cplz1P8/s1600-h/images5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 129px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S37LVL3bJUI/AAAAAAAABoc/urM6Cplz1P8/s320/images5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440008964733084994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;invented: chinese+Roman emp.&lt;br /&gt;credits:http://www.virtualcities.com/ons/tn/x/tnx3601k.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The origins of                   ice cream go way back to the 4th century B.C. when the Roman                   emperor Nero ordered ice to be brought from the mountains and                   combined it with fruit toppings. In the 13th century, Marco                   Polo learned of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; the Chinese method of creating ice and milk                   mixtures and brought it back to Europe. Over time, people                   created recipes for ices, sherbets, and milk ices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; It became a                   fashionable treat in Italy and France, and once imported to                   the United States, ice cream was served by George Washington,                   Thomas Jefferson, and Dolley Madison. Jefferson's favorite                   flavor was vanilla. Whatever flavor ice cream you can make it                   by mixing cream, sugar, and flavorings and then carefully                   lowering the mixture's temperature until it sets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The discovery                   of using salt to control the temperature of the ingredients,                   along with the invention of the wooden bucket freezer with                   rotary paddles, were major breakthroughs in the creation of                   ice cream as we know it. A Baltimore company was the first to                   sell it to stores in 1851. Finally, with the introduction of                   refrigerator-freezers came the ice crea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;m shop, which has                   become a symbol of American culture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EYE GLASSES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S37LazQgxDI/AAAAAAAABok/scR71nqXTyM/s1600-h/images6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 92px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S37LazQgxDI/AAAAAAAABok/scR71nqXTyM/s320/images6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440009061206639666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;invented: unknown till now. so sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, so many things were invented by egyptians. plactic surgery, ect ect. super lot. this is one fun post i love, it's kinda shocking to find out some facts tough. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-5350412812793055994?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/5350412812793055994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/02/omg-whos-tt-genieus-who-invented-tt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/5350412812793055994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/5350412812793055994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/02/omg-whos-tt-genieus-who-invented-tt.html' title='O.M.G. WHO&apos;S TT GENIEUS WHO INVENTED TT?!!!'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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/_ZKRNob-053E/S36zEYslxoI/AAAAAAAABns/E21zYpGdADk/s72-c/19951_325772932920_724947920_3675424_664303_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522107432876716719.post-7161773215401848863</id><published>2010-02-19T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T17:14:38.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mid night bimbooos!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST PHOTO:&lt;/span&gt;shan n i:) ok la ber, u still cute ok? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S35QpKgFBBI/AAAAAAAABnk/GybykSvxzxk/s1600-h/shan+n+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S35QpKgFBBI/AAAAAAAABnk/GybykSvxzxk/s320/shan+n+i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439874068033897490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S35QoyFCSWI/AAAAAAAABnc/_JONJpoFFTE/s1600-h/me.,.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S35QoyFCSWI/AAAAAAAABnc/_JONJpoFFTE/s320/me.,.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439874061478021474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monster unleash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S35QojS6kcI/AAAAAAAABnU/cgpONLH1rBw/s1600-h/ber+n+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S35QojS6kcI/AAAAAAAABnU/cgpONLH1rBw/s320/ber+n+i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439874057509704130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bet u didnt see such a pretty ghost in your life;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S35QoD0jNDI/AAAAAAAABnM/sxWjQxT3p1Q/s1600-h/shan+n+ber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S35QoD0jNDI/AAAAAAAABnM/sxWjQxT3p1Q/s320/shan+n+ber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439874049060844594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO! LATE NIGHT DELIGHTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.DAMN.FUN. HOSEHS SHOULD ALL GO ONE DAY. THEN WE'LL ROLL ALONG THE EMPTY STREETS,TAKE THE MOST UNGLAMOROUS PICTURES,ACCOMPANY THE LONELY LAMPS,GAY AROUND,KISS ON THE BRIDGE,WALK A DOG,WINK AT STRANGERS,LAUGH OUT LOUD..LOUDER! or just lay on the concrete floor admiring the city..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were not drunk nor tipsy. JUST V HIGH, there are different stages,,&lt;br /&gt;1)everything's under control. casual chats..catching up.ect.&lt;br /&gt;2) after 3 glass, everyone gets high and started to laugh at the most unfunny jokes.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;*we were here*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)the world spins and cant feel ur limbs.&lt;br /&gt;4)seriously unaware tt u'r actually sleeping along the streets.knock out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.A.M COULDN'T GET ANY BETTER THEN THIS;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-7161773215401848863?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/7161773215401848863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/02/mid-night-bimbooos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/7161773215401848863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/7161773215401848863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/02/mid-night-bimbooos.html' title='mid night bimbooos!!'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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/_ZKRNob-053E/S35QpKgFBBI/AAAAAAAABnk/GybykSvxzxk/s72-c/shan+n+i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522107432876716719.post-2072666729251498616</id><published>2010-02-17T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T00:50:55.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMOKEY EYES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S3wQzqrrMAI/AAAAAAAABnE/t9HF1Qu_N6o/s1600-h/smokey_eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S3wQzqrrMAI/AAAAAAAABnE/t9HF1Qu_N6o/s320/smokey_eye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439240929773563906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good. i'll go for dark eyes deep liners black shadows smokey eyes. no idea why. i guess i'm lazy to look fresh. doing smokey eyes make up gives me the opportunity to half-close my eye lid, and still look great. although i like my usual clean and nude make ups, but sometimes it's just easier to look sloppy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moreover, i'm just making the world a better place:) but, no, i usually don't put on.. at least i put on spects to cover my hideous eyes. seriously, i think i'll totally ruin someone's day if i walk down the streets without makeup or spects. a part of them just died by looking into my sian-not-covered-sleepy-eyes. no la, this is nothing to do with my confidence level. it's just a casual opinion. I CAN, confidently walk down streets to scare people. trust me, not only will i be having fun, i'll be doing a great job too;) LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, most of the times, perfect make up done by oneself can actually brighten up her day. because, it's just the feeling of being perfect. right right? haha, i can see you nod.the purpose of it is to make you look flawless even if your face is forest..? ok, i couldn't think of a better word. you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makeup are a confidence boost to some, or a make-the-world-a-better-place to some other some.. as a tool to attract flies, or just a training ground to splash colours on, either way are meaningful. but do be careful not to cover yourself, the true one. it's an alluring trap to transform someone into something they are not. ya ya, look who's talking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it contradicts: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sometimes being yourself, is not yourself.&lt;/span&gt; damn! i'm good at phrasing. haha! so, ya lor, i choose which ever way i'm comfortable with in that particular day.(w or w/o makeup) i'm happy with my face, but mostly, greed took over. i just cant sit there staring into the mirror telling myself it's ok to look like a ghost:) LOL! then just a simple 2 brush across my cheeks make me look like a human. see! how can i not be greedy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in retrospect, ghostly wasn't so bad:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no need to look like a fresh good girl when honestly, you are not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-2072666729251498616?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/2072666729251498616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/02/smokey-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/2072666729251498616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/2072666729251498616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/02/smokey-eyes.html' title='SMOKEY EYES.'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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/_ZKRNob-053E/S3wQzqrrMAI/AAAAAAAABnE/t9HF1Qu_N6o/s72-c/smokey_eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522107432876716719.post-5975887529948861910</id><published>2010-02-16T23:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:31:59.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one week+ of non stop action.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;WOOHOO~ FINALLY.I.AM.HOME! right after chalet last thurs, i zooommmed to Malaysia for Chinese New Year!:D miss my bed,ONE BLOODY WEEK, my bed sheet's so fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dug out some old goods in my hometown:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S3q4I9lryPI/AAAAAAAABmc/_tjzRMlTDrU/s1600-h/Xerox+Phaser+3200MFP_20100216231242_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S3q4I9lryPI/AAAAAAAABmc/_tjzRMlTDrU/s320/Xerox+Phaser+3200MFP_20100216231242_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438861964114381042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO DAMN BUANG. LOL! monster baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S3q4JQ_nTYI/AAAAAAAABmk/TZnDx1i6YgI/s1600-h/Xerox+Phaser+3200MFP_20100216231242_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S3q4JQ_nTYI/AAAAAAAABmk/TZnDx1i6YgI/s320/Xerox+Phaser+3200MFP_20100216231242_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438861969323412866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WA PIANG EH-.- i looked like a BOY:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S3q38x6ikzI/AAAAAAAABmU/PEfgrGv-UxA/s1600-h/Xerox+Phaser+3200MFP_20100216231242_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S3q38x6ikzI/AAAAAAAABmU/PEfgrGv-UxA/s320/Xerox+Phaser+3200MFP_20100216231242_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438861754822202162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro, super cute!:DDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say.. let me introduce u friends to my ancestors:) people always pop me this question on the first day of work/school/camp:"are you a Malay?" or "are u just tan or are u Malay mix?" or most of the times, those people just shoot me one sentence of Malay conversation that i can only reply:"sorry?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make this clear, i am a pure Chinese. my granddad is from China(like most of the born Chinese, he came to Asia Pacfic during WWII) no doubt, we(everyone in the world do this) follow fathers' side, regardless of race/religion/sur-name/ect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, let me tell you why sometimes, i look like a Malay. my grandma is from a 'Baba' family. from young(till now), all the home-cooked-meal i am eating, is baba dishes:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S3q4YQ7Go8I/AAAAAAAABm0/YZJsFZVgQFk/s1600-h/Xerox+Phaser+3200MFP_20100216231242_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S3q4YQ7Go8I/AAAAAAAABm0/YZJsFZVgQFk/s320/Xerox+Phaser+3200MFP_20100216231242_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438862227002532802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAY HI:D due to war, my granddad actually lost his parents and came to Malaysia. due to war, my great grands lost their fortune. my grandma was a qian-jing, but well, life goes on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S3q9kctB-DI/AAAAAAAABm8/JtlvAVulgNE/s1600-h/Xerox+Phaser+3200MFP_20100216231242_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S3q9kctB-DI/AAAAAAAABm8/JtlvAVulgNE/s320/Xerox+Phaser+3200MFP_20100216231242_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438867933881301042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE, my pretty pretty grandma!:D it has been 9years since she past away. her room is like a time machine. everything in there was it is like 9years ago. 2 big poster of baby me splash across the wall. a few wooden furniture and a radio which is not working anymore. plus the bed that she spent her last moment on. i guess she'd always loved that 2pictures, for it was the only ones that were put up. she love girls with make up on, she loved to put make up on me, she loves those pictures for it was the most beautiful me. i am a heartless bitch, but you are the only person i could possibly miss so much, whom i can still cry over after 9years. all those memories came gashing back each time i entered that room. i wonder why those memories are vivid in my mind, when each year, i only got to see you twice.. this is the part i hate about staying so far away from you, i cant go over to see you because you'r so far away. i envy my pals, they get to see their grands at least once every week! but i can only do so twice a year. i was so far away, just why didn't you stayed up to bid good bye 9years ago?&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/3522107432876716719-5975887529948861910?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/5975887529948861910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-week-of-non-stop-action.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/5975887529948861910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/5975887529948861910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-week-of-non-stop-action.html' title='one week+ of non stop action.'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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/_ZKRNob-053E/S3q4I9lryPI/AAAAAAAABmc/_tjzRMlTDrU/s72-c/Xerox+Phaser+3200MFP_20100216231242_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522107432876716719.post-7581336510728048777</id><published>2010-02-11T23:14:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:44:16.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHALETTTT~!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ER, DUH~! IT'S ULTRA FUN, IT'S HOSEH! full of originality, all the stuff we played are own creation. even the house itself was awwwwsomeeeeee! as usual, pictures tell the story,but not the story(from mx). LOL!!! i'm super proud of this chalet, maggga proud of my clique;) xoxoxoxoxoxoxo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Enrique Iglesias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Monday night I feel so low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Count the hours they go so slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;I know the sound of your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Can save my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;City lights, streets of gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Look out my windo to the world below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Moves so fast and it feels so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;And I'm all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Don't let me die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm losing my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Baby just give me a sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;And now that you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;I just wanna be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;And I can't go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Wanna be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;I can't sleep and I'm up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Through these tears I try to smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;I know the touch of your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Can save my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Don't let me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Come to me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;I got to be with you some how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;And now that you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Who am I without you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;I can't go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;I just wanna be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;I got to be with you some how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;And now that you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Who am I without you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;I can't go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;I just wanna be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;And now that you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Who am I without you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;I can't go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;I just wanna be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;shiok, i'm in love w this song. thanks marc;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear sh/ber/shan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ok.. it's kinda awkward. it's more awkward to say it out, so i rather type it out. pathetic much? i regretted for not listening to baby's advice. i'm sorry for sharing such an ugly side of the fun with you guys. rather then being the usual me(making a scene), i dunno why this time i chose to kept quiet. maybe i felt that i owe him too much, this is just a little price to pay after ruining everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;at this very instant.. i hope it's just my self obsession diseases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;revenge or reminiscence. i dun know and i dun care. it's disrespect. fine, you are not all to blame. i should have picked up those hints. TRUST. wtf, i trusted. missing me a little too much? all along i'm laughing at others, in fact, i should be laughing at myself. oh, it's so obvious? no, it's mixed signals. sometimes i dunno wth are you thinking. this moment we are bff, then the next we are enemies. you hate me, but kept coming back for more. darn, i'm tired and traumatize. if it's so not over, then who are they, the ladies you had, meant to you? if it's gonna be a revenge, i believe you can come up with something more amazing. maybe you dun meant to scare me, because i'm not suppose to know  it at all. urge? or just taking pity of a sick kitten? all the familiar gentle strokes. tell me it's just a joke, not your yearning desire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I.AM.PARANOID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; please tell me i am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-7581336510728048777?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/7581336510728048777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/02/chaletttt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/7581336510728048777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/7581336510728048777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/02/chaletttt.html' title='CHALETTTT~!!!!!!!'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-685276675674823288</id><published>2010-02-04T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T01:12:27.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>indulge in reminiscence.</title><content type='html'>before i start,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S2rL_hKE4AI/AAAAAAAABmM/5PUy0ybDVlM/s1600-h/DSC04558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S2rL_hKE4AI/AAAAAAAABmM/5PUy0ybDVlM/s320/DSC04558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434380192468754434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;flow-er for euus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHA!!! ROCK ON BITCHESS;) dun criticize orh! i love this PORT FOLIO of mine:DD (eek, u not pretty already, *throw*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S2rL-yzdugI/AAAAAAAABmE/K8vEnSEqdK8/s1600-h/DSCF2431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S2rL-yzdugI/AAAAAAAABmE/K8vEnSEqdK8/s320/DSCF2431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434380180025883138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too late to miss tt straight hair of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S2rL-Hf3alI/AAAAAAAABl8/rCNGctsZlsA/s1600-h/DSCF2439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S2rL-Hf3alI/AAAAAAAABl8/rCNGctsZlsA/s320/DSCF2439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434380168400955986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love glass for this very reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right.. who was the one whom said:'no, i wont miss school!' well, i did. after all the working and shitting, i am dying to attend lessons! ok, maybe not so much because of working. i guess it's more of the combo thingy. see, if u get to see one's face for 5days(school days) +2days(weekends), the moment you hit more then 7 days, it's already counted as a combo:) so, with a few sick ass working together(sci mac gang. *mostly shihui, trust me, i've seen this face for 2months straight),we'd achieved the ultimate combo in history. but the combos broke once our papers ended. too bad. what's really bad was, i can't get to see all the faces even after weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every night before turning in, the decorations and accessories in my room never fail to catch my attention. it's all about friend,friends and more friends. i miss how we winked retardedly at each other in class, laughing madly at each other, watching shows at the back, complaining about everything but not ourselves, coming up with new jokes and tag lines, inventing and playing April fool's jokes during September, forgot to remember there's English homework, cursing after school's lessons, cam-whore during physics lesson, bitching about life, LKP***, complaining bout er-ge and da-jie, hate 176 but love 78, shouting 143~~, beany.. waaah, too much man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one thing for now, is that, we'r moving on together, so not much changes. just didn't get to see everyone as often in the familiar environment. but! i said i didn't miss school, actually i did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is completely no link, but i saw it from Ms.ross's wordpress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Choose friends wisely, the portrait they paint&lt;br /&gt;Is who you are and who you ain’t.&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is life’s great support&lt;br /&gt;When friends are of the right sort.&lt;br /&gt;For all your dreams do they make room,&lt;br /&gt;Or bring you down with doom and gloom?&lt;br /&gt;You will know a friendship is true&lt;br /&gt;When it brings out the best in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i (chose to)believe that every friend i had now consider me as theirs' too, because it's a double sided thing. i admit this line is only applicable to a handful, because these are the only people whom i trust and placed my soul on. count yourself real unlucky for being those, for i am a difficult friend. sometimes i wonder, if there's another "me" around me, world peace will become something impossible. so, i really worship you people for putting up with my character.&lt;br /&gt;yes, they'd really brought out the best in me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*retarded face*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-685276675674823288?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/685276675674823288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/02/indulge-in-reminiscence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/685276675674823288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/685276675674823288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/02/indulge-in-reminiscence.html' title='indulge in reminiscence.'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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/_ZKRNob-053E/S2rL_hKE4AI/AAAAAAAABmM/5PUy0ybDVlM/s72-c/DSC04558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522107432876716719.post-1541434219877915731</id><published>2010-02-04T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T21:12:48.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so..</title><content type='html'>life's pretty fked up nao a days. jobless but having loads of fun. NO, WAIT.. I'VE GOT A JOB!! *retarded face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above contents are specially written w heart n farts for shihui n enqi:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anway~ my mum's gonna send email to shan nao:) LOLLLL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-1541434219877915731?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/1541434219877915731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/02/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/1541434219877915731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/1541434219877915731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/02/so.html' title='so..'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-3243725389823057983</id><published>2010-01-30T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T12:17:25.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK ALL STEALERS!!!!</title><content type='html'>JUST GO FUCK UR MOTHER LA. DESPITE SAYING TWICE, WARNING TWICE, NICELY TALKING TO U TWICE, STILL STEAL MY THINGS, I'M GONNA DELETE ALL OF U ALL FROM MY FB, AND TT'S TT. WHY ARE U SO GREEDY? SO POOR? SO PITIFUL? SO SLY AND CUNNING? DO U KNOW U CAN GO TO HELL? U GUYS ARE NOT EVEN MY FRENS! SHOULDNT HAD JUST ACCEPTED ANY FRENS REQUEST. IT'S POINTLESS. I HATE IT. I HATE YOU GUYS,ACT LIKE ASS HOLES. BUNCH OF COWARDS. ONLI DARE TO STEAL ON THE NET. NO PRIDE NO MANNERS. HOW DID UR PARENTS TEACH YOU?!! I DARE TO SAY, TILL NOW, I HEAVENT TOUCH ONE OF UR ASS TREE. NBKNNCCB. JUST GO FUCK UR GRAND PARENTS LA, DIG THEM OUT OF THEIR GRAVE AND FUCK THEM. GO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-3243725389823057983?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/3243725389823057983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/01/fuck-all-stealers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/3243725389823057983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/3243725389823057983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/01/fuck-all-stealers.html' title='FUCK ALL STEALERS!!!!'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-751871108985173962</id><published>2010-01-27T12:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T13:33:19.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sephora.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S1_Hg7046hI/AAAAAAAABl0/jHxJtxqdX9A/s1600-h/Xerox+Phaser+3200MFP_20100121181038_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S1_Hg7046hI/AAAAAAAABl0/jHxJtxqdX9A/s320/Xerox+Phaser+3200MFP_20100121181038_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431279044261374482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 2days work at sephoraaaaaaaaaa:D amazing make up done by experts there;)&lt;br /&gt;on shan: stage make up by maia from Make UP Forever.&lt;br /&gt;on bee: smokey eye by emily from SEPHORA.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly we looked lik run&lt;s&gt;a&lt;/s&gt;way models. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, ON 25JAN2010.&lt;br /&gt;this date is officially noted as my most unlucky day ever in my 17yrs alive.&lt;br /&gt;i was scolded for doing nothing wrong by 5 different people for 5 different issues, in juz one afternoon. lik seriously, what i meant by doing-nothing-wrong was e.g: mw n shan were doing shopping, a leather knda wrist bang caught our eye, its pretty, n custom made. so, leather samples were placed there for touch. let u feel how soft ect. so i was touching the leather, then the shop tender yelled 'EXCUSE MEEE???!!!' then snatch the sample away, eyes super big, me n shan were so shocked. i asked, what's wrong??? he couldnt give me an ans. till now, i still dunno wads wrong. shan thinks tt he tot we no money buy. heh, uncle, the cost of my watch can buy ur whole push cart n still got change can-.- if u think everyone has no money, then why still open shop? if it's so precious, why is it a sample? i dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;p/s: he's not even the boss:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-751871108985173962?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/751871108985173962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/01/sephora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/751871108985173962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/751871108985173962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/01/sephora.html' title='sephora.'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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/_ZKRNob-053E/S1_Hg7046hI/AAAAAAAABl0/jHxJtxqdX9A/s72-c/Xerox+Phaser+3200MFP_20100121181038_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522107432876716719.post-1664413897523007617</id><published>2010-01-21T18:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T18:15:45.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S1gpQLpoWFI/AAAAAAAABls/qaXYAz1jIq8/s1600-h/Xerox+Phaser+3200MFP_20100121181038_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S1gpQLpoWFI/AAAAAAAABls/qaXYAz1jIq8/s320/Xerox+Phaser+3200MFP_20100121181038_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429134708777179218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! TEEHEE!!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-1664413897523007617?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/1664413897523007617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/01/d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/1664413897523007617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/1664413897523007617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/01/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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/_ZKRNob-053E/S1gpQLpoWFI/AAAAAAAABls/qaXYAz1jIq8/s72-c/Xerox+Phaser+3200MFP_20100121181038_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522107432876716719.post-7365589048788749466</id><published>2010-01-21T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T16:40:11.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPRING CLEANING.</title><content type='html'>i know it's always spring. BUT ANYWAY~ since spring goes on, so does the cleaning. man, i'm dumb enough to pick the toughest job, JUST BECAUSE IT SEEMS FUN! pathetic much? the i/c of windows wiping:D almost died-.- the ultra huge glass in my living room is a killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't really remember when's the last time i did cleaning w my mummy. she always sounds/seems/is very angry when i use -studiessss- as an excuse to escape. i thought my brownie points were long gone, until today.. apparently she's ok w what i've done, past/present/past-participle. the one whom had lost all the brownie points was my bro. just yesterday, he brought his gf back-.- fatal mistake. everyone seems FINE w it. lil did i know no one likes it. *awkward silence* but lucky, mummy likes my friends. especially shan and the dish washer. LOLLOLOL!!! dish washer's mum was very pek chek tt he didn't wan to study JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, the bath room's free nao:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-7365589048788749466?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/7365589048788749466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/01/spring-cleaning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/7365589048788749466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/7365589048788749466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/01/spring-cleaning.html' title='SPRING CLEANING.'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-3348525944343199712</id><published>2010-01-18T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:09:33.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he's a freee man. OH YAY BABY!</title><content type='html'>well, not really. brad's getting bak w jennifer.A&lt;br /&gt;BUT.he.is.over.with.Angie. WOOOHOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er, duh~? it's mine business. don't cha know? tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEEHEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-3348525944343199712?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/3348525944343199712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/01/hes-freee-man-oh-yay-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/3348525944343199712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/3348525944343199712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/01/hes-freee-man-oh-yay-baby.html' title='he&apos;s a freee man. OH YAY BABY!'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-7897098505224175780</id><published>2010-01-18T00:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T01:05:03.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZY WEEKEND!!@.@</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S1M6cJtytdI/AAAAAAAABlk/4dUa8ReyXco/s1600-h/DSCF2344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S1M6cJtytdI/AAAAAAAABlk/4dUa8ReyXco/s320/DSCF2344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427746231230313938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET FAT! GET OLD:D&lt;br /&gt;l&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S1M6bYycQ4I/AAAAAAAABlc/lL4w4wWiQnk/s1600-h/DSCF2292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S1M6bYycQ4I/AAAAAAAABlc/lL4w4wWiQnk/s320/DSCF2292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427746218096477058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S1M6a_8gBdI/AAAAAAAABlU/_fMe4_f6yyE/s1600-h/DSCF2363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S1M6a_8gBdI/AAAAAAAABlU/_fMe4_f6yyE/s320/DSCF2363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427746211427780050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S1M6aXPuVII/AAAAAAAABlM/6dsmrZetcTI/s1600-h/DSCF2335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/S1M6aXPuVII/AAAAAAAABlM/6dsmrZetcTI/s320/DSCF2335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427746200502555778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, THE HOTEL MAD HUGE!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to me over spamming ppl on fb, plus the recent activities, i've got 100 notifications right after my trip. I LOVE MY FREEWNNSSSSSS. u guys totally rock fb updownleftright!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my pics on fb, exoticsss;) ♥♥♥!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okbye. going to nails biting rehab:) LOL!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-7897098505224175780?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/7897098505224175780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/01/crazy-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/7897098505224175780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/7897098505224175780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/01/crazy-weekend.html' title='CRAZY WEEKEND!!@.@'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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/_ZKRNob-053E/S1M6cJtytdI/AAAAAAAABlk/4dUa8ReyXco/s72-c/DSCF2344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522107432876716719.post-6173396691427120727</id><published>2010-01-14T21:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:07:06.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>junction</title><content type='html'>i always believe that everyone is here for a purpose. nothing can stop you from dying, because it is fated. the phrase 'fate lies in your own hand', to me, it's bullshit. it don't. it never had. each of us is born here for a reason. somehow you are born to do certain things, to lead, to accomplish, but never to live it the way you wanted. it is not about growing up. herh, now i know what does it mean by 'growing up'. it means resigning to fate. listen to my parents, live the life they planned. look, i am fine with it. because they just want me to excel in life. because they know me the best. they know the element in me is not what i think i am. they believe i can do better in the life they planned. i never had my say, even so, it will all be labeled as immature or surface thinking. i am born with the talent to do certain things, things that seem to be impossible to some, i can simply glide through. i would want to pursue my dream, regardless of how much shit i would get into, but the people whom love me, stopped me. so this is how much i've grew, i resign to fate, without rebel. this is not an excuse, this is how true fate is, because because YOU ARE HERE ON EARTH TO DO THIS! NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU DON'T WANT IT, YOU'LL HAVE TO DO IT. SO JUST DO IT, just stfu and do it. do it wholeheartedly. give up all your childhood ambition and do it well, because your parents thinks that you are talented to do it, because YOU ARE TRAINED TO DO IT! from young you have shown them your potential in this, so they have high hopes on you, don't let them down. i thank them for what they did, so if my child ask me.. 'mummy, what's your interest?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will smile back and say:&lt;br /&gt;mummy gave up her interest for her future. because passion and money hardly comes together, because only Alice get to have both.. in her wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i press the 'submit' button, my heart sank, knowing that i can never return to this junction ever again. a part of me just died, i am letting go a dream that i had held on so tightly, in exchange for a bright and promising future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-6173396691427120727?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/6173396691427120727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/01/junction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/6173396691427120727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/6173396691427120727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/01/junction.html' title='junction'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-2960501321797480363</id><published>2010-01-09T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:50:15.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG!</title><content type='html'>I LOST MY MP4 USB CHARGER. FUCK! now it's lika(like a) dead piece of posh metal:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt so helpless SO I CAME HERE TO BLOG. HOW HOW HOW?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cover myself im bed n hope it's all just a dreammmm~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAH! SO IDIOTIC. of cos continue to find la. how to run w/o music:(  oknnhbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-2960501321797480363?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/2960501321797480363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/01/omfg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/2960501321797480363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/2960501321797480363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/01/omfg.html' title='OMFG!'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-752018772812996247</id><published>2010-01-03T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:20:02.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like, seriously what will you do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;if today was your last day- nickel back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pe-Eosmk6oE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend gave me the best advice&lt;br /&gt;He said each day's a gift and not a given right&lt;br /&gt;Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind&lt;br /&gt;And try to take the path less traveled by&lt;br /&gt;That first step you take is the longest stride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day and tomorrow was too late&lt;br /&gt;Could you say goodbye to yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Would you live each moment like your last&lt;br /&gt;Leave old pictures in the past?&lt;br /&gt;Donate every dime you had, if today was your last day?&lt;br /&gt;What if, what if, if today was your last day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against the grain should be a way of life&lt;br /&gt;What's worth the price is always worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;Every second counts 'cause there's no second try&lt;br /&gt;So live like you're never living twice&lt;br /&gt;Don't take the free ride in your own life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day and tomorrow was too late&lt;br /&gt;Could you say goodbye to yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Would you live each moment like your last?&lt;br /&gt;Leave old pictures in the past?&lt;br /&gt;Donate every dime you had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And would you call those friends you never see?&lt;br /&gt;Reminisce old memories?&lt;br /&gt;Would you forgive your enemies?&lt;br /&gt;And would you find that one you're dreaming of?&lt;br /&gt;Swear up and down to God above&lt;br /&gt;That you'd finally fall in love if today was your last day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day&lt;br /&gt;Would you make your mark by mending a broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;You know it's never too late to shoot for the stars&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you can't rewind a moment in this life&lt;br /&gt;Let nothing stand in your way&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the hands of time are never on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day and tomorrow was too late&lt;br /&gt;Could you say goodbye to yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Would you live each moment like your last?&lt;br /&gt;Leave old pictures in the past?&lt;br /&gt;Donate every dime you had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And would you call those friends you never see?&lt;br /&gt;Reminisce old memories?&lt;br /&gt;Would you forgive your enemies?&lt;br /&gt;And would you find that one you're dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;Swear up and down to God above&lt;br /&gt;That you'd finally fall in love if today was your last day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a super meaningful song. listen to it for so many times till eq pek chek. LOL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while every lil kid is fussing over what to do tml, i'm youtubing. LOVE IT W NO TEACHERS!:D&lt;br /&gt;hey apple. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-752018772812996247?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/752018772812996247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/01/like-seriously-what-will-you-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/752018772812996247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/752018772812996247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/01/like-seriously-what-will-you-do.html' title='like, seriously what will you do?'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-32344896625684752</id><published>2010-01-03T17:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:01:22.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xf &amp; shan.,</title><content type='html'>FOR FANG &amp;amp; SHAN:D&lt;br /&gt;copy and open w web:) i lazy to upload. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5100000/Taylor-Swift-taylor-swift-5156291-1280-960.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://img.gactv.com/GAC/2007/10/10/taylorswift07_4_v_e.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://images.radcity.net/5410/3179541.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://img.gactv.com/GAC/2008/10/22/taylorswift37_v_e.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignore tt pretty face. HAHAHAH!! i wan the fringe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-32344896625684752?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/32344896625684752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/01/xf-shan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/32344896625684752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/32344896625684752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/01/xf-shan.html' title='xf &amp; shan.,'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-6173637650753069541</id><published>2010-01-01T11:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:48:43.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>ML&gt;me&gt;XF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sz1yJZeijMI/AAAAAAAABk0/OHk_sNV5Dvs/s1600-h/DSC04531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sz1yJZeijMI/AAAAAAAABk0/OHk_sNV5Dvs/s320/DSC04531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421615032207314114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's new yr's eve's eve:D rc gathering!&lt;br /&gt;ALL FOR LOVE&lt;3&gt;EQ&gt;SH&gt;ME&lt;br /&gt;RI&gt;VINC&gt;WT&gt;MX&gt;MARC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sz1ye-lV5OI/AAAAAAAABk8/jxU-FAI0PrU/s1600-h/DSC04540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sz1ye-lV5OI/AAAAAAAABk8/jxU-FAI0PrU/s320/DSC04540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421615402945209570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new yr's eve countdown party at meixi's:D&lt;br /&gt;i did the timer, so pose till very unglam/exposed. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PURPLE NAILS&gt;WOODY HP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sz1zVv5hSVI/AAAAAAAABlE/Ivg0VsOebp0/s1600-h/DSC04551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sz1zVv5hSVI/AAAAAAAABlE/Ivg0VsOebp0/s320/DSC04551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421616343896115538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this first thing im doing in 2010. painted my nails purple~~!:D&lt;br /&gt;pics more to come:D fbfb. no time ah, after lunch GO CHALET!!!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd spent the last moment of 2009 and the first moment of 2010 w my most lovededed-ing(still loving) ppl in my life. some of us were slacking, some painting nails,some playing PS,some eating.. i love the feeling w all u fags around. frankly,tt kinda warmth noone else could give me. THIS, also ensured me tt feb8 will turn out great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON, finally, no more need to do new yr resolution as some madda fucking hw. YES! cos everyyear i wrote on the list--&gt; "will complete everyone of my hw to achieve impossible results." but everyyear i failed to fulfill this. LOL!! there's nth i want to change nor improve, this may sound lik a cave man. but i would rather live my life as a free soul, just like how i've been doing for the past 17yrs. OH OH, IM OSO TURNING 18 SOON!!!!!!:D oh ya, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BDAY MA BITCH WEIHAO:D stay bitchy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIGRESSING: nb, STOP STEALING MY FRUITS!! I'D LOST 10K BECOZ OF U, YES, YOU,WHOM SHOOK MY TREES N TURN MY FRUITS ROTTEN!!!!!!!!!! PLANT IT URSELF OR GO FUCK URSELF!!!!!!!!!!! dun steal, it's bad, i know it's part of the game. but cant u ASK from me? JUST ASK!!!!! 100 BASKET I OSO GIV U! if stealing my fruits wont result in rotting, i dun mind, but IT WILL ROT U FAGGOT!!!!!!!!!! i don't share, cos i'm selfish. i don't like playing games with others,cos i'm selfish. play ur own games and fuck off. i'd planned how to invest my money, now u spoiled it all. if the fruits nv rot, I CAN AFFORD A COW!! seriously, i'm reali reali reali angered by this, right, it's just a game, it's childish. so?! i'm a child who cant take the word loser lightly, I MUZ PROSPER IN FARMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i don't usually play games. so once i've started, i make sure i climb up to the top. watch out, don't make me find out who did it. i make sure ur farm kenna major suffering. HA, so childish, but still..&lt;br /&gt;I HATE STEALERS, COS I'M SELFISH. there! u happy now? sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, happy new year all. don't steal, selfish ppl lik me will hate u!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-6173637650753069541?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/6173637650753069541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/01/mlmexf-its-new-yrs-eves-eved-rc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/6173637650753069541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/6173637650753069541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2010/01/mlmexf-its-new-yrs-eves-eved-rc.html' title='2010'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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/_ZKRNob-053E/Sz1yJZeijMI/AAAAAAAABk0/OHk_sNV5Dvs/s72-c/DSC04531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522107432876716719.post-8670539596561681604</id><published>2009-12-30T09:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T09:36:01.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lack of pics.</title><content type='html'>i've charged my camera's batt:D lik finally, after this post there's gonna be pics here. again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-8670539596561681604?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/8670539596561681604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/12/lack-of-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/8670539596561681604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/8670539596561681604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/12/lack-of-pics.html' title='lack of pics.'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-7147387508793725220</id><published>2009-12-28T09:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T10:02:24.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rozz.</title><content type='html'>ok, first, it's my darLing bday today!!!!!!:DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE♥ HAPPY BDAY MIAOLING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I LOVE HER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://987rozz.wordpress.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dec 19 /09 post. go read. it's 3quarter down the page. BETTER READ! my thinking's totally same as hers. upturned collars,fat ppl in TIGHT clothings,crocs ar rubbish. douche bag fashion. if u dunno wad's douche, go check la. lol. madda fucka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all and all.. LOL! so cool, so pretty:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-7147387508793725220?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/7147387508793725220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/12/rozz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/7147387508793725220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/7147387508793725220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/12/rozz.html' title='rozz.'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-1514516333491074045</id><published>2009-12-26T09:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T10:09:11.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last 5 days. last 3 working days. THEN IT'S OVERRRRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd decided to give my fullest for this last 3 days. cos working for money is reali borringggggg.. working for experience feels much better. right, u'll think tt i'm bull shitting. but the fact is, my pay is SO LOW, so god damn bloody low to keep me motivated. wtf. LOL! it serves more for demotivation. ok, nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1   yes, i need some money to clear my frenS' bday prezy. besides, not schooling=no pocket $&lt;br /&gt;#2   all my bitches are working, if i dont, WHO'S GONNA PLAY W ME:(?!&lt;br /&gt;#3   it's the best reason to stay outside, late.&lt;br /&gt;#4   it's time~~~~~~ to learn out of class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QNS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i love working/playing/eating w them. they are as normal. but i dont understand why these gals can spend 500$+ on one branded fucked up bag when they cant even feed themselves? fyi, 500 its half of their month's pay. they still smoke, and pay their expenses themselves. then why? 500 dorrals very many u know?? all will say the same thing " i dote on myself very much:)"  ????????????????????????????? IT'S JUST A BAG GIRL! c'mon! try buying a.. car? ok, fk it. haha! i'm not trying to down play or wat. this is smt i reeerry dont understand. not even a thing. no wonder guys say women are from outer space. yeah~~! totally~~~ pls, this doesn't mean i'm a guy, i'm just the few women who belong to earth:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur working performance reerry reflects how ur parents brought u up. so it's reerry impt to me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i worked on x'mas. LOLOLOLOLOLL! and new yr too:DD SHIIOK~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-1514516333491074045?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/1514516333491074045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-5-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/1514516333491074045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/1514516333491074045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-5-days.html' title=''/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-5785180077937563808</id><published>2009-12-24T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:48:34.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peter chao! MADDA FUCAKAA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="spacer"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;     ☆┌─┐　─┐☆&lt;br /&gt;　│▒│ /▒/&lt;br /&gt;　│▒│/▒/&lt;br /&gt;　│▒ /▒/─┬─┐&lt;br /&gt;　│▒│▒|▒│▒│&lt;br /&gt;┌┴─┴─┐-┘─┘ CHAO OUTSIDE&lt;br /&gt;│▒┌──┘▒▒▒│ MUDAFUCKA!&lt;br /&gt;└┐▒▒▒▒▒▒┌┘&lt;br /&gt;　└┐▒▒▒▒┌┘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/pyrobooby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must watch! SUBSCRIBE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! if onli u'r a chi-lise;)&lt;br /&gt;he's the reason why youtube is fun. hahaha! ♥to the max~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao outside mother fucker@.@!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-5785180077937563808?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/5785180077937563808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/12/peter-chao-madda-fucakaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/5785180077937563808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/5785180077937563808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/12/peter-chao-madda-fucakaa.html' title='peter chao! MADDA FUCAKAA!'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-5792206478533966593</id><published>2009-12-24T16:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:37:47.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new hp.</title><content type='html'>my room's tile fell out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/SzMnKjWXrqI/AAAAAAAABks/c5r3u2IioxM/s1600-h/DSC04501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/SzMnKjWXrqI/AAAAAAAABks/c5r3u2IioxM/s320/DSC04501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418717838898081442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stood up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/SzMnKPLlDvI/AAAAAAAABkk/B8fICQmlUf0/s1600-h/DSC04505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/SzMnKPLlDvI/AAAAAAAABkk/B8fICQmlUf0/s320/DSC04505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418717833484111602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it ate my hp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/SzMnJu0Gu-I/AAAAAAAABkc/bVYhT3Z5qm4/s1600-h/DSC04507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/SzMnJu0Gu-I/AAAAAAAABkc/bVYhT3Z5qm4/s320/DSC04507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418717824795720674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scary right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha! I'M GOOD! sigh, good at anything tt don't involve any alphabets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-5792206478533966593?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/5792206478533966593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-hp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/5792206478533966593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/5792206478533966593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-hp.html' title='new hp.'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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/_ZKRNob-053E/SzMnKjWXrqI/AAAAAAAABks/c5r3u2IioxM/s72-c/DSC04501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522107432876716719.post-8348584896869532720</id><published>2009-12-17T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T02:24:53.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>troubling over not getting into any trouble.</title><content type='html'>sounds sick. but, oh well. now my life is like.. work, farm, work farm workfarm...? meeting weird people, losing contact w my family, trying to stay alive until dunno when. where did all the fun n night life go? heh, who the hell will fucking care, fun don't come for free. effort? c'mon, the one who talk about it the most is sitting here blogging. it's no wonder people will laugh and mock and treat this all like a casual joke. casual? yes, it's so often that it became a casual remark. it's like a wake up call. it's me, i can't take jokes about my gals. it's not funny, it may be something that can tear this whole family apart. doesn't seem so to you? because you don't see this coming to you, but i am. paranoid or whatever, this is something i'm not gonna risk losing. assuming that everyone will think like you and treat it as a casual remark? i don't think so, i don't believe there is no suspicion, not even the very least. i understand we have different views, i'm not asking for an apology, because i know it isn't fair. just stop it, don't bring up how i'm not concerned about my gals or 'how i got her and don't want her'. i hate it when you can spend all the time in your world with them, while i'm being labeled 'bias' for not doing the same. what to do when you meant the world for someone but she's just a friend to you? i need time to sort things out, hs family is my world, i cant tolerate any threats. tsk, i'm such a heartless bitch when it come to protecting my world. i mean it now and down the rest of the road. in retrospect, i'm sorry. this is the explosive topic of mine. i never wanted to pick up a fight or be mad at you. but i guess this is something you should know and respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody, please just end this holiday fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-8348584896869532720?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/8348584896869532720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/12/troubling-over-not-getting-into-any.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/8348584896869532720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/8348584896869532720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/12/troubling-over-not-getting-into-any.html' title='troubling over not getting into any trouble.'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-7770903243275688156</id><published>2009-12-14T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:28:32.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy bday my lovess;)</title><content type='html'>to fang:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/SyYt62a1q9I/AAAAAAAABkU/0FhOFUb-VVk/s1600-h/DSC04487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/SyYt62a1q9I/AAAAAAAABkU/0FhOFUb-VVk/s320/DSC04487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415066091023346642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/SyYt6TK5y8I/AAAAAAAABkM/DAZcMMRK6Mk/s1600-h/DSC04486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/SyYt6TK5y8I/AAAAAAAABkM/DAZcMMRK6Mk/s320/DSC04486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415066081561267138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to ber&amp;amp;bitches:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/SyYtRJhDCxI/AAAAAAAABkE/182OgU0bTAA/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/SyYtRJhDCxI/AAAAAAAABkE/182OgU0bTAA/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415065374595156754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/SyYtQ1r8RfI/AAAAAAAABj8/fB9cbF24V-8/s1600-h/DSC04471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/SyYtQ1r8RfI/AAAAAAAABj8/fB9cbF24V-8/s320/DSC04471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415065369272141298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clementi pisa tower. AHAHAHAHA!! i cant believe we can do this all night. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bffs bday are bak to bak. how cool is tt?! no pay = no prezy. sorry guys. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i've got a new fren:) in fact, many frensss:DDD!!! one weird gina makes up the whole package:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-7770903243275688156?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/7770903243275688156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-bday-my-lovess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/7770903243275688156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/7770903243275688156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-bday-my-lovess.html' title='happy bday my lovess;)'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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/_ZKRNob-053E/SyYt62a1q9I/AAAAAAAABkU/0FhOFUb-VVk/s72-c/DSC04487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522107432876716719.post-4337684136312673533</id><published>2009-12-11T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:07:39.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blind.</title><content type='html'>crazy.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i saw this blind bitch gin me in the toilet while washing my hands&lt;/span&gt;. OMG!!! cmf blind, she's holding the typical blind-stick, plus, her fren kept asking her need help/ok anot. SO HOW?! I SWEAR SHE LOOK ME IN THE EYE THEN GIN ME. she wait till i eye contact w her then gin. i was ginn-ed. hahahah!  WAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! how coincidental muz tt be? so is she blind? omg, so shocked. i tot i was the one hu's blind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-4337684136312673533?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/4337684136312673533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/12/blind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/4337684136312673533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/4337684136312673533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/12/blind.html' title='blind.'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-3162471581958395574</id><published>2009-12-08T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:41:08.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP STEALING!!</title><content type='html'>stop taking my shit, im broke!!!!!! do u kn0ow how difficult it is to be a farmer?! huh?! u know?????!! huh? why so nb? huh! why!! HAHAHAHAHA! fk u all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. shit bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-3162471581958395574?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/3162471581958395574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/12/stop-stealing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/3162471581958395574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/3162471581958395574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/12/stop-stealing.html' title='STOP STEALING!!'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-5905651283151672711</id><published>2009-12-08T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T02:24:42.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 cups of coffee. thanks man. LOL!</title><content type='html'>i'll keep posting till i feel lik sleeping:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoutouts for my bffssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes~:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ri: 100 YEARS NV SEE U ALREADY:(&lt;br /&gt;eq: COTTAGE HEAD!&lt;br /&gt;ber: sorry ar, working on ur bday,&lt;br /&gt;sh: gonna find ur CARCASS in 313 soon;)&lt;br /&gt;ls: nb, faster come bak la!!!! HAHAHA! dying to see u.&lt;br /&gt;nash: museum so quiet u can ta han meh?&lt;br /&gt;vinc: stop having sex b4 u come meet us.&lt;br /&gt;mx: only u observed the difference im my hair. LOL! smart bitch!;D&lt;br /&gt;wt: CAN GO OVER SEAS LOOOOOOOOO~!&lt;br /&gt;marc: muay tai muz strengthen ur bbn ah! jy on work!:D ahahah!&lt;br /&gt;LHH: i think my cooking rox/tasty/excellent. (red bean egg) thanks for the day anyway.&lt;br /&gt;hai, zi: MIAs! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;fang: 3MORE WEEKS!!!! TO LIBERATION!!&lt;br /&gt;ml: hai, sch's starting soon right?&lt;br /&gt;mas: miss ur japan laugh. n ur asshole face! HA!&lt;br /&gt;dajie: sorry, so long nv go find u:(&lt;br /&gt;hwa: should hav brought golden brown, then u first day kenna. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;giv me a knuckle, lock it down, break the pickle, tickle tickle~ hahaha! ohhh, u! nah, u! no no, u~! awwh, u! _l_ LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to know when u'r drunk?&lt;br /&gt;u'll see all ur secrets n videos on fb the next day:)&lt;br /&gt;dun let me catch u, i'll reali do tt. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~ WTF! WAD IF I WORKING TML?! SO BORED. ASS HOLE. NB. KNN. school reali make a big diff. no sch = no control over words :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS I'LL GET IF I'M THERE:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thai: food/cheap printed tees.&lt;br /&gt;korea: plastic surgery. double eye lid. LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! mad funny!&lt;br /&gt;china: o... a... qi pao? everything i had is from there wad! right!?&lt;br /&gt;japan: electronics.&lt;br /&gt;USA: boyfren. LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! brad pitt/neyo.&lt;br /&gt;taiwan: boots. all length.&lt;br /&gt;mexico: swine flu(latest)&lt;br /&gt;UK: pounds.&lt;br /&gt;texes: fats.&lt;br /&gt;swiss: choco&lt;br /&gt;north/south poles: snow.&lt;br /&gt;india: CHAPATI~ n alot of hand drawings.&lt;br /&gt;dubai: my gay fren.&lt;br /&gt;aust: shaun.&lt;br /&gt;eygpt: mummy.&lt;br /&gt;strange island: sea water?&lt;br /&gt;planet: aliens.&lt;br /&gt;sea: huge rare creatures.&lt;br /&gt;universe: stars. wonder how many trillion light yrs i muz take-.-&lt;br /&gt;MALAYSIA: EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;-.- heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-5905651283151672711?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/5905651283151672711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/12/5-cups-of-coffee-thanks-man-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/5905651283151672711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/5905651283151672711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/12/5-cups-of-coffee-thanks-man-lol.html' title='5 cups of coffee. thanks man. LOL!'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-8326133969704430383</id><published>2009-12-08T00:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:18:27.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not to mention having my tounge down ur throat..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sx0wjQ7MVsI/AAAAAAAABj0/UzmpZQ8xtag/s1600-h/DSC04390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sx0wjQ7MVsI/AAAAAAAABj0/UzmpZQ8xtag/s320/DSC04390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412535709565998786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LHH! MY COOKING IS LIK FUCKING NICE! BLAME UR PICKY TASTE! lucky me. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sx0uRGVho1I/AAAAAAAABjs/uJALv8jIu78/s1600-h/DSC04396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sx0uRGVho1I/AAAAAAAABjs/uJALv8jIu78/s320/DSC04396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412533198462755666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(keep sighing. hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sx0uE4li_CI/AAAAAAAABjk/LYLI6DAB5iw/s1600-h/DSC04400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sx0uE4li_CI/AAAAAAAABjk/LYLI6DAB5iw/s320/DSC04400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412532988613426210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sexy neck;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sx0tv0WiGZI/AAAAAAAABjc/WMUId1NQzbY/s1600-h/DSC04407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sx0tv0WiGZI/AAAAAAAABjc/WMUId1NQzbY/s320/DSC04407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412532626699458962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOO~ i love my bro. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my work buddies are super gooooooooooooood! I LOVE MY WORK PLACE, BUT I HATE THE WORK. ah, u dun get it! u nv will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's busy now. ok, or at least im. so sadzxzxxxzxzxzzzxx. i miss tt crazy smile of yours, you all's. phew. gd to see everything is still the same!:D ♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used to chat from dawn till.. dawn? second day of cos. now we didnt even hav eye contact when we brush past each other. tf? ego race, i give up. i'll say hi, i'll say sorry. the next time we meet. boy u got my word;)&lt;br /&gt;nth,&lt;br /&gt;just bak for more roller coaster rides. strings attached.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-8326133969704430383?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/8326133969704430383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-to-mention-having-my-tounge-down-ur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/8326133969704430383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/8326133969704430383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-to-mention-having-my-tounge-down-ur.html' title='not to mention having my tounge down ur throat..'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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/_ZKRNob-053E/Sx0wjQ7MVsI/AAAAAAAABj0/UzmpZQ8xtag/s72-c/DSC04390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522107432876716719.post-3631817766173987969</id><published>2009-12-02T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:52:40.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHEAP</title><content type='html'>i kinda regretted it. omg. made me wanna study. more exams, more homework, more killer projects.. i beg u, pls.. make my brain work, not this kind of nonsense. hard,chap,tiring, I MUZ TAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-3631817766173987969?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/3631817766173987969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/12/cheap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/3631817766173987969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/3631817766173987969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/12/cheap.html' title='CHEAP'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-6186624860149744581</id><published>2009-11-27T16:12:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T17:56:58.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cant feel my smile-muscle moving!!! dead bored.</title><content type='html'>us, those last minute prom shoppers. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sat~!&lt;/span&gt; 21/11/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sw-VptjDRCI/AAAAAAAABjU/3Gq0_VBEXAU/s1600/DSC04312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sw-VptjDRCI/AAAAAAAABjU/3Gq0_VBEXAU/s320/DSC04312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408706221329040418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ran around lik crazy looking for each others' stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sw-Uou9tz3I/AAAAAAAABjM/YqYusWJU_uk/s1600/DSC04314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sw-Uou9tz3I/AAAAAAAABjM/YqYusWJU_uk/s320/DSC04314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408705105017818994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at mossssssssssss. super like this take!!:D&lt;br /&gt;everyone so )'o'( !!!!!! LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sun!&lt;/span&gt; did nth. family day:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROM! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mon.&lt;/span&gt; 23/11/09 i did not bring along my camera, so im all around others' camera. haha. prom pics are spreading lik fire on fb now. thanks guys;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sw-TV73ewZI/AAAAAAAABjE/RCze-VXGIfY/s1600/DSC04332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sw-TV73ewZI/AAAAAAAABjE/RCze-VXGIfY/s320/DSC04332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408703682552185234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder why my hair was so frezzy fruzzy tt night? coz my hairdresser made me look like a wannabe-runaway-failed-fugly-bride. NO! NOT GONNA POST TT PIC UP! omg, she totally ruined my hair. it's beyond words.. i wanted it to be pined-up/bun. but..hai. LOL! so i removed everything n let it fall. ended up like some cheap slut. HAI YA! wad a day. oh well, i did had fun taking pics!:D all on fb. eq n i had short-excitement illness. wad to do? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tue!&lt;/span&gt; did nth. reali nth. this is when i sank in my own bed and nearly drown. ok la, not so bad, juz..not good either. at this point of life, it's meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tt's why, we went job hunting!:D&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; wed~!&lt;/span&gt; 25/11/09&lt;br /&gt;my darling was sick. and rima went missing. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sw-Qy6qLMAI/AAAAAAAABi8/1LHukOARRQc/s1600/DSC04345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sw-Qy6qLMAI/AAAAAAAABi8/1LHukOARRQc/s320/DSC04345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408700881909264386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! TWO FACE!!!! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sw-QSVL0O0I/AAAAAAAABi0/eVeV4-wki6k/s1600/DSC04341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sw-QSVL0O0I/AAAAAAAABi0/eVeV4-wki6k/s320/DSC04341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408700322094005058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photographer:marc. kinda twilight/hell scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sw-OvcvQucI/AAAAAAAABis/tQofXE74uFM/s1600/DSC04368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sw-OvcvQucI/AAAAAAAABis/tQofXE74uFM/s320/DSC04368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408698623314672066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the art of shooting star. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sw-MPHFazpI/AAAAAAAABik/oil5xoLg8s8/s1600/DSC04378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sw-MPHFazpI/AAAAAAAABik/oil5xoLg8s8/s320/DSC04378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408695868722957970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mad huge stunning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;thurs!&lt;/span&gt; 26/11/09 earth against water match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sw-LRcvEbbI/AAAAAAAABic/MrPl1lxnyAU/s1600/DSC04379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sw-LRcvEbbI/AAAAAAAABic/MrPl1lxnyAU/s320/DSC04379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408694809382907314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sw-KfOGVgTI/AAAAAAAABiU/UyimHHhw-K0/s1600/DSC04380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sw-KfOGVgTI/AAAAAAAABiU/UyimHHhw-K0/s320/DSC04380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408693946460504370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were on the bleachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. I.GOT.A.JOB! WOAH! the interview was mad fun! photos will all be on fb after the holidays:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;happy birthday michelle&lt;/span&gt;:DD! 27/11/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fri.sat.sun.&lt;/span&gt; i did/will be doing nth. so sad right? when we were out, it's messed up fun, but when we are not, i cant even feel my smile-muscle moving. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-6186624860149744581?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/6186624860149744581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/11/cant-feel-my-smile-muscle-moving-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/6186624860149744581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/6186624860149744581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/11/cant-feel-my-smile-muscle-moving-dead.html' title='cant feel my smile-muscle moving!!! dead bored.'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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/_ZKRNob-053E/Sw-VptjDRCI/AAAAAAAABjU/3Gq0_VBEXAU/s72-c/DSC04312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522107432876716719.post-525108098597185710</id><published>2009-11-20T12:29:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T17:43:37.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yes, amigos!</title><content type='html'>omg. i cant rmb the dates. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/SwYcW1tsIwI/AAAAAAAABiM/dqpRiOslaqs/s1600/DSC04282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/SwYcW1tsIwI/AAAAAAAABiM/dqpRiOslaqs/s320/DSC04282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406039581406274306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;. we went down town:) &amp;amp; i found out zi is a very picky person! haha! interesting~ zi ber sh eq ri marc wt me. happening~!!! :D:D:D!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/SwYcOJyuVeI/AAAAAAAABiE/FW2XHYLkr-s/s1600/DSC04296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/SwYcOJyuVeI/AAAAAAAABiE/FW2XHYLkr-s/s320/DSC04296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406039432177276386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe what u see;) caught in my room. haha! it was so dark tt i needed flash. it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;. my bff is cheating on me wif my another bff. thanks guys. HAHAHA! juz for show!:DD eq ri sh ber, rotting w me.. we juz rot n decompose n..rot. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tue&lt;/span&gt;, i did nth. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/SwYb-vmilyI/AAAAAAAABh8/FZ4mzHVgyYA/s1600/DSC04297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/SwYb-vmilyI/AAAAAAAABh8/FZ4mzHVgyYA/s320/DSC04297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406039167448815394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANTOSA IS EMPTY!!!!!!!!! CAN U BELIEVE IT!!!!!!!! frankly, i cant, tts y i took a pic of it. it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/SwYbzLtVdmI/AAAAAAAABh0/JGiwFAhQTUg/s1600/DSC04298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/SwYbzLtVdmI/AAAAAAAABh0/JGiwFAhQTUg/s320/DSC04298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406038968835077730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK! EVEN THE SEA IS EMPTY!! i swear i enjoyed it. went tanning w her,only. sounds sick. haha! what's more enjoyable then tanning n eating bananas by the bay~! LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;thurs&lt;/span&gt;. i figured tt if i take any pictures, i'll be firing at tranquil water. ate desserts wif the rest n the usual jokes at the usual place at this usual time. juz so right to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fri&lt;/span&gt;. family n reflection day. i know im at fault n i dun owe anyone an apology. im not sorry for wad i've done to u yrs ago. now tt i know the truth, then i guess it's reali great tt i'd made this mistake. i thank god for making this mistake. till now, we still strongly believe tt we cant tolerate each other. lets not get paranoid aight:D i've gone way beyond ur limit to do wad i like n i didnt regret it. so wad if i got out of control? tts me, whom u once loved. ppl change, i'd changed, u too. it's alright to get through me and found out tt it was a mistake, since, now u've changed for the better. it's weird to realize frens, famliy, and ur pet love u for the wrong reasons. doesn't it? ppl are constantly changing and ppl around them changes too. me? i guess i'd changed from a pathetic idiot to a more pathetic one, driving everyone nuts. issues and facts keep surfacing, then it'll juz lead to more changes. till a point where ur exes love you no more, neither do frens and famliy. it's shocking to hear who i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;, how trashy crapy i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;, how i used to handle stuff. things tt would make me angry in the past don't matter to me now. wow. mummy said i cried when she tried to cut my hair, but look at me, i've changed so many hair styles over these yrs. heh, it's part of growing up.. or growing out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, it juz narrow down to loving urself. no matter how pathetic it is. too bad for shallow minder(s), they'll never get drown. haha, seems lik it's snowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;months ago, i told sunshine how much u should be ruined. but a few days ago, i was helping u to salvage ur life. kinda bombing myself huh? maybe i dun wan to move away from square one. i love it here. and u better do. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;asic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;nstructions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;efore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;eaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;arth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO OFFENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i dun wan to start a riot. awh c'mom! u did laugh, didn't you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-525108098597185710?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/525108098597185710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/11/yes-amigos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/525108098597185710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/525108098597185710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/11/yes-amigos.html' title='yes, amigos!'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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/_ZKRNob-053E/SwYcW1tsIwI/AAAAAAAABiM/dqpRiOslaqs/s72-c/DSC04282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522107432876716719.post-3916255660775137238</id><published>2009-11-15T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T02:21:12.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>facebook bitches.</title><content type='html'>the rest in fb, screw this lag thang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sv7uQjIa9NI/AAAAAAAABhk/Lee3hnUnjfs/s1600-h/DSC04227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sv7uQjIa9NI/AAAAAAAABhk/Lee3hnUnjfs/s320/DSC04227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404018570967053522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lik this one, so so candid! im not avoiding, juz not in time for the self timer. HAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;anywaysss, i pop my head out of the closing mrt door to catch xuefang's attention. lucky my clever fren spotted me fast enough. haha! so we went town and miaoling got there by bus. oh, and she was across the road and we were at the wrong side and she was not where she said she'll be and we had to went down by the underpass and she ended up at the place we were at first and so she went down the underpass and oh no she didnt went down the underpass cos we did and she ended up in prada so did we so eh wait yes she did went down the underpass to get across the road to meet us as we went up from the basement to meet her. ah there, this is how we meet. haha! i bet only xf understand wad i meant cos she was wif me. haha! had lunch tgt, usuals. haha. sat by the road side and suddenly it rain leaves. saw these cute bubble chairs and took bloody lots pictures. haha! and met this kind+entu+funloving old lady who offers to photograph us. er..awkwarddddddddd~ too kind? oh, the 3 of us were frens since 5yrs ago, still counting! super long can, every tue n fri plus some terrible camp we'd spent tgt. both of u are frens who stayed overnight w me the most. awwww, so sweet.. hahaha!!! hah~ it feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll go out lik this if i've got the chance, dark eyes aint usually my style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sv7uRKnNFnI/AAAAAAAABhs/byp0JhlupEY/s1600-h/DSC04263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZKRNob-053E/Sv7uRKnNFnI/AAAAAAAABhs/byp0JhlupEY/s320/DSC04263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404018581565150834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll make exceptions;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-3916255660775137238?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/3916255660775137238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/11/facebook-bitches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/3916255660775137238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/3916255660775137238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/11/facebook-bitches.html' title='facebook bitches.'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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/_ZKRNob-053E/Sv7uQjIa9NI/AAAAAAAABhk/Lee3hnUnjfs/s72-c/DSC04227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3522107432876716719.post-8031713212296441412</id><published>2009-11-05T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:01:45.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>liberation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/liberation" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;i know it's not really over yet,, but.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesaurus.com/browse/liberation#visualthesaurus"&gt;liberation:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="_vtad_related"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesaurus.com/browse/liberation#visualthesaurus"&gt;freeing&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thesaurus.com/browse/liberation#visualthesaurus"&gt;release&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thesaurus.com/browse/liberation#visualthesaurus"&gt;discharge&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thesaurus.com/browse/liberation#visualthesaurus"&gt;dismissal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thesaurus.com/browse/liberation#visualthesaurus"&gt;dismission&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'LL...&lt;br /&gt;WORK LIKE A COW,&lt;br /&gt;PLAY LIKE A BITCH,&lt;br /&gt;SHOP TILL DUST,&lt;br /&gt;PAR-TAY TILL DAWN~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although it's pouring like wtf, but i can see the smiling sun waving at me behind those dark clouds n flashing lightnings.. rain drops are like silvery party flakes pouring down on to me, the freezing breeze cant get any fresher!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND LIKE DUH! LIFE CANT GET ANY BETTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:DDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sang along all the songs that was played, i skipped n jumped all the way.. omg, it's really the taste of freedom;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think.. this post will be here for quite a while.. cos, i'll be so busy.. PARTYING! ok, bye:)&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/3522107432876716719-8031713212296441412?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/8031713212296441412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/11/nerd-liberation-pictures-images-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/8031713212296441412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/8031713212296441412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/11/nerd-liberation-pictures-images-and.html' title='liberation.'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-5013669864195110199</id><published>2009-10-18T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:32:27.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I SEE IT COMMING!!</title><content type='html'>SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!! wad i see is not the start, it's it's... GONNA BE OVER SOON!!!!!!! WOOOOAHHH!!!!!!!! OMG! YEAH!!!!!!!!!!! i dun care where i end up or how it turns out to be, i just want it to be over, get it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha, life just can't get any better:)&lt;br /&gt;============================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized that, i can never be tidy.&lt;br /&gt;1) i never fail to fail my file check.&lt;br /&gt;2) my room's always in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;3) my bag's a mess.&lt;br /&gt;4) my pens are never in my pencil box.&lt;br /&gt;5) my clothes.. omg, trust me, u don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;6) facebook, yes, fb, all the photos' a mess.&lt;br /&gt;7) 70% of the songs in my mp3 are unknown. (poor me had to scan scan scan to figure out what bloody song is it.)&lt;br /&gt;8) i lost my worksheet the moment i got it.&lt;br /&gt;9) oh, photos, they'r lost in my tumbdrive. wth?&lt;br /&gt;10) i open my letters 2 months after i received them. because it always happen to end up in the most pathetic corner of my room. so you see, sms better right? k nvm, my contacts are also in a mess. so if you happen to not see/contact me for 2 years, please state who you are when u call/meg me. OH TALKING ABOUT THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. THIS. i bet this happen to many unlucky mankinds. one beautiful sunday afternoon, suddenly you receive one unknown number call/meg. e.g +6598888888 they go, '&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;HELLO, REMEMBER ME?!&lt;/span&gt;' then you, being kind n thoughtful, trying not to hurt them, replied '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sorry, i don't remember, you are..??&lt;/span&gt;' then the asshole reply " &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;guess la&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nb, guess what shit. i this old already, do you think i can still remember who and where i met new friends? like hello? if i'm 5, maybe i can still guess that you're my playmate, chances are, i'll get it right. i dunno which idiot came up with this, they thought it's fun and flirtatious, "ice-breaking" method. it's not. it's bloody not. i had asked many of my friends, they did the same thing, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ignore this number forever. &lt;/span&gt;sadly true. so, if you're the unlucky one, i pity you. but if you're the asshole, please stop. it reflects a bad image. i don't know why i'm so irritated by this. maybe i over reacted, or, maybe it's not just me.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brushing my teeth with lemon and salt:D magz says it'll turn your teeth white. i'll see if it works:)&lt;br /&gt;OF COX I STILL BRUSH TEETH WITH TOOTH PASTE! eeew. i'll only share more if it works:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-5013669864195110199?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/5013669864195110199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-see-it-comming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/5013669864195110199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/5013669864195110199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-see-it-comming.html' title='I SEE IT COMMING!!'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-5629920020767632412</id><published>2009-09-19T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:45:55.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pushy.</title><content type='html'>to know what's the true meaning of pushy, try bugis temple:) get the real taste of sg KSness TODAY:D only valid on special occasions;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nb. HAHAHA!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;huihui said:'how i wish i am fat now.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; precisely!!! those senior citizens are good in this man. ah mas' strength are incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sincerity is all we've got:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-5629920020767632412?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/5629920020767632412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/09/pushy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/5629920020767632412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/5629920020767632412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/09/pushy.html' title='pushy.'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-1161441748757388117</id><published>2009-09-13T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:14:35.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, it's the 100th post. a special one.</title><content type='html'>crowded crowd. 2hours for 16km. i don't feel the sense of accomplishment even after crossing the finishing line. this is a race, but i performed even better during training, so what's the use of training so hard?! this time round is the worst running experience. the tears just disappeared among my sweat. doesn't make much difference, i'm drenched. i should take only 100mins,but i'm late by 20. i hate that feeling.. the feeling of losing something i've had so much confidence in. i don't blame the other runners nor the never ending slopes, because i know my body still can take it, my legs are performing good, my lungs are taking in sufficient air, i'm in no condition of black-out, but i did not played my mind game well. i kept stopping, taking breaks, telling myself to give up. i'm not even near the targeted timing, i made a major mistake in calculating. miscalculated the road, the crowd and the slopes. failure. i'd never failed so badly before. arugh!!! if not for the public, i would have slapped myself there! my legs are running by themselves, i swear, but my mind are like 'leggie, just give up.' FUCK! you wouldn't know how much i hate myself back there. my body's condition are hardly this perfect, at the same time, my determination is hardly this weak. i lost myself during the race, similarly, i lose to me. this race taught me a lot. now i finally realized the importance of failure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-1161441748757388117?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/1161441748757388117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-its-100th-post-special-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/1161441748757388117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/1161441748757388117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-its-100th-post-special-one.html' title='oh, it&apos;s the 100th post. a special one.'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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-3522107432876716719.post-978946211320951742</id><published>2009-09-06T00:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T01:27:28.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the multilanguge translator~</title><content type='html'>english--bee&lt;br /&gt;irish--beach.&lt;br /&gt;great. sounds lik a &lt;b&gt;bitch.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz happen to think tt.. my frens ar reali great. or should i say, noble?&lt;br /&gt;not juz in the normal, stand-by-ur-side way.&lt;br /&gt;but in the extream kind. everyday, i insulted them lik..k, this is tough. hahaha!! my insults ar beyond words. they put up wif my temper,which even my mum could not.(except tt those issues actually turns into a joke by them) so it reali makes me wonder, HOW DO THEY DO IT?!! i told my bro, hu's 1000times nastier, to treasure his frens. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;coz, nasty ppl lik us dun reali get fake frens, those surviving ar true ones.&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHAHA!! hey, it's life. i've got no looks, no money, no brain, but wif a temper n full of nasty jokes + insults waiting to shoot every minute, if those left by my side ar not my friends, then hu ar? yes, i owe them too much, but i dun care. haha. love you guys, thank you so much:D u know hu u are~~~ ;) ;)&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;u&gt;to all my unique survivors:D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;it'd be too selfish, wanting to know it all. i already have half of the story, another half is not gonna make a difference. its thinking made up a major part, i know. but tearing up an old wound hurts more then when it was fresh. baby, i know u'r curious about its life coz it's trying so hard to convince itself to love tt lil puppy. dun let it doubt its decision, it might dislike you. as usual, do it if u find it fun;) but watch it, u dun wanna spoil this trust. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dun forget ur inbox;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to milove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3522107432876716719-978946211320951742?l=beeezy-hive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/feeds/978946211320951742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/09/multilanguge-translator.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/978946211320951742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3522107432876716719/posts/default/978946211320951742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beeezy-hive.blogspot.com/2009/09/multilanguge-translator.html' title='the multilanguge translator~'/><author><name>your highness;)</name><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></feed>
