<?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-6350465005789839845</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:07:44.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Capital Junkie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897615158208364118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350465005789839845.post-7502702491323105224</id><published>2008-09-28T10:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T10:34:21.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Arty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SN7s9DTZ5rI/AAAAAAAAADc/xhqMzCVMlxA/s1600-h/lipsss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250894749163447986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SN7s9DTZ5rI/AAAAAAAAADc/xhqMzCVMlxA/s400/lipsss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SN7s9KsDKcI/AAAAAAAAADk/RjWYaLb1Whw/s1600-h/noper+sucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250894751145863618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SN7s9KsDKcI/AAAAAAAAADk/RjWYaLb1Whw/s400/noper+sucks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SN7s9xzkfeI/AAAAAAAAADs/XL6EGggoeA4/s1600-h/nxnx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250894761646390754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SN7s9xzkfeI/AAAAAAAAADs/XL6EGggoeA4/s400/nxnx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SN7s9wzPW9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/qRJkOLljNPM/s1600-h/pop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250894761376570322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SN7s9wzPW9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/qRJkOLljNPM/s400/pop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SN7s-L_ohCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xJIEjstYDW8/s1600-h/welcome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250894768676308002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SN7s-L_ohCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xJIEjstYDW8/s400/welcome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Feeling Arty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350465005789839845-7502702491323105224?l=freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/feeds/7502702491323105224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350465005789839845&amp;postID=7502702491323105224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/7502702491323105224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/7502702491323105224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/2008/09/feeling-arty.html' title='Feeling Arty'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897615158208364118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SN7s9DTZ5rI/AAAAAAAAADc/xhqMzCVMlxA/s72-c/lipsss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350465005789839845.post-1256772573663594332</id><published>2008-09-26T12:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T13:04:42.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SNxtOrJzYlI/AAAAAAAAADU/QNhxanm3G7c/s1600-h/Bouncyb0uncy_745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250191364476592722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SNxtOrJzYlI/AAAAAAAAADU/QNhxanm3G7c/s400/Bouncyb0uncy_745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maira 17th Muffin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SNxmx03G7rI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3ZAPm7t4V8M/s1600-h/IMG_7803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250184271796563634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SNxmx03G7rI/AAAAAAAAAC8/3ZAPm7t4V8M/s400/IMG_7803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ryan&amp;amp;Mable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Missed school for the third time in 2 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well dad is a little bit pissed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, I totally could not wake up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaa.. cos I spend most of my night up with my girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nad and Ima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to know if its worth the effort and trip down to send the gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He didnt really appreciate it anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nad was telling that I should just keep it for Rob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not that I dont want to but I m not a free loader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A small gratitude is suffice to pay for everything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met Maira yesterday with a candle lit muffin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was darn last minute and i thought I definitely have to get smth for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was something small to thank her for being such a sweetheart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY 17 MAIRAAAAAA KENTAL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May there be many birthday's to come and know that I'll love you like infinity!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350465005789839845-1256772573663594332?l=freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/feeds/1256772573663594332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350465005789839845&amp;postID=1256772573663594332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/1256772573663594332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/1256772573663594332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-day.html' title='What a day?!'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897615158208364118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SNxtOrJzYlI/AAAAAAAAADU/QNhxanm3G7c/s72-c/Bouncyb0uncy_745.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350465005789839845.post-3349810725243325480</id><published>2008-09-23T12:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T12:43:53.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SNhzEThnJdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4QS9rL7Astw/s1600-h/2438467223_4c81fdc4d6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249071883498235346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SNhzEThnJdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4QS9rL7Astw/s400/2438467223_4c81fdc4d6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the exact reaction I have everytime it comes to Basic Science Module&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However can I run away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Darling help... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350465005789839845-3349810725243325480?l=freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/feeds/3349810725243325480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350465005789839845&amp;postID=3349810725243325480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/3349810725243325480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/3349810725243325480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/2008/09/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897615158208364118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SNhzEThnJdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4QS9rL7Astw/s72-c/2438467223_4c81fdc4d6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350465005789839845.post-5120942462304435396</id><published>2008-09-22T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T23:49:43.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Moving On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248870796664077634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="135" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SNe8LgsVfUI/AAAAAAAAACs/1O6S0ymqyCM/s400/feels.png" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last I realised, he hasnt gotten over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A painful sight to see a painful heart to beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I think too much, maybe there really was nothing between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just a matter of "Maybe".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me hope and took it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He once told me that nothing is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m torned by the truth that speaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did he ever meant what he said or was it just a saying that goes along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I not be bothered when all I felt being around him was happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is doing it again to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I said or react may have caused the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But know that my words was never a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I continue giving up or should I persue this matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it true that nothing is impossible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left me confuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silence treat you gave me makes me hate you more and like you at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there is something I m fond of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For its been months I ever felt this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350465005789839845-5120942462304435396?l=freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/feeds/5120942462304435396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350465005789839845&amp;postID=5120942462304435396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/5120942462304435396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/5120942462304435396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-moving-on.html' title='Not Moving On'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897615158208364118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SNe8LgsVfUI/AAAAAAAAACs/1O6S0ymqyCM/s72-c/feels.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350465005789839845.post-533340583684479261</id><published>2008-09-18T01:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T02:08:19.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlfriends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SNFGuEz1zVI/AAAAAAAAACE/GMTKkUlLp2M/s1600-h/DSC01983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247052798242442578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SNFGuEz1zVI/AAAAAAAAACE/GMTKkUlLp2M/s400/DSC01983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheng Ho's To Kusu Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SNFGuVLDnGI/AAAAAAAAACM/ucICaRIVA68/s1600-h/Bouncyb0uncy.339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247052802634783842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SNFGuVLDnGI/AAAAAAAAACM/ucICaRIVA68/s400/Bouncyb0uncy.339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Arty Fart W45P! Miss Ya Peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SNFGusxnCkI/AAAAAAAAACU/5aW3Ft1MVR8/s1600-h/DSC02106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247052808970504770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SNFGusxnCkI/AAAAAAAAACU/5aW3Ft1MVR8/s400/DSC02106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sparks of Ramadhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SNFGu20x5tI/AAAAAAAAACc/HEyKCLmD3kU/s1600-h/DSC01967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247052811668154066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SNFGu20x5tI/AAAAAAAAACc/HEyKCLmD3kU/s400/DSC01967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gaying 0.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SNFGvPIlb3I/AAAAAAAAACk/OlNG_D9hTfw/s1600-h/DSC01973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247052818193674098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SNFGvPIlb3I/AAAAAAAAACk/OlNG_D9hTfw/s400/DSC01973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PIMP-ing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Random pictures for you random people out there! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing feels good than having your girlfriends around you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, I feel great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its always very pleasing to just hang out talked about the latest stuff happening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yea, I dont really fancy gossiping but once it a while, its good to just unwind and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let things run around... like bla bla bla...hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna get a new closet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like real baddd lar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So was talking to Sarina about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She said..."Yea high time!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehehe.... thats so reliable of her aye...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caught up with Ima just this morning, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We both werent "puase-ing"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had strawberrry-kiwi Snapple and puffer fishy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nice! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then met up with Sarina bumbed into Jerina and Sansan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was good I must say cos I got back refreshed though it was past midnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dad hola countless times asking me when i will be home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got back safe dad! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like him, but am being a turn not doing anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If someone knows about this, dead I'll be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah well, just another one of my crushes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its a girl thing, and boy it has something got to do with you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RATATATA....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/6350465005789839845-533340583684479261?l=freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/feeds/533340583684479261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350465005789839845&amp;postID=533340583684479261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/533340583684479261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/533340583684479261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/2008/09/girlfriends.html' title='Girlfriends'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897615158208364118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SNFGuEz1zVI/AAAAAAAAACE/GMTKkUlLp2M/s72-c/DSC01983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350465005789839845.post-7503348672358043672</id><published>2008-09-17T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:47:27.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So things drive us crazy everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like the most littlest small things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why get so worked up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn it all and get a grip of everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We can't allow such insane buggers get into our daily routine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I much as I hate saying this, we just can't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos this is the way it is and its just human to be donig what we do best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To brush it off our shoulders seems like a burden on its own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos the more we try too, the more it'll eat us up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Freak it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna go out bad but everyone seems to be drowning themselves in school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aurrgghh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woke up fregging late today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No bloody soul woke me up and I have to miss the most boring module ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its good in a way. Hahaa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A lazy piece of meat I m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All good aye ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom got back not long ago and sigh knowing I haven been to school two days just this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heyy not that I choose not too alright, shit happens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Freggit! I want to think that I could'nt care less but I actually do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I m so darn boreddddddddd.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to get involve in something this instance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kickboxing seems interesting huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get the girl power outta me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Making me feel all pumped up and all ready to punch some dude's face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those who seriously annoyed me to the very core.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People, I am still sane, just a little bugged out by some stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Box like a champ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's gonna be meeeee!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WeeeeHooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loving it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350465005789839845-7503348672358043672?l=freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/feeds/7503348672358043672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350465005789839845&amp;postID=7503348672358043672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/7503348672358043672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/7503348672358043672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/2008/09/insane.html' title='Insane'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897615158208364118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350465005789839845.post-4671180999548001618</id><published>2008-09-15T18:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T18:28:35.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It wasnt clear what was it I am chasing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perhaps I was as good as being confuse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dissapointment wrapped me thick and I can hardly breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was it a way of God to show me things?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dissapointment?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The taxi ride was the last thing I remembered most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deleted everything from my inbox to my phonebook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No traces of bad memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New ones to form&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have I always been this sad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If this is life, then what is death?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I m losing it one after another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it me or is it the way things are towards me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give up on me already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get a life and stop trying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is nothing more I would want to wish for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I m all numb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All numb from the situation itself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to stop looking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And start loving life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perhaps it will, sooner nor later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carve a smile on my face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I needed nothing of anything that I was looking for before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just things I've left behind whilst busy looking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Path to the righteous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Smell of heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guide me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350465005789839845-4671180999548001618?l=freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/feeds/4671180999548001618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350465005789839845&amp;postID=4671180999548001618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/4671180999548001618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/4671180999548001618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/2008/09/lost.html' title='Lost.'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897615158208364118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350465005789839845.post-256857084179368692</id><published>2008-09-06T14:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T14:50:51.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;First day of school was a dread but I pull through it just fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was darn elated to meet my S-buds. I miss them all. Like all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mable stick with me for the whole week of school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Roaming aimlessly during breakout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honeslty, my class isn't that bad after all. I mean I do know some people in class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just not that well cos they were my hi-bye friends from Amkss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not bad eh. I mean I didnt really make friends with them that well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just teamwork kinda talk and work discussions. Not more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had a couple of Cina people that I barely understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So as not to be rude, I pretend I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It wasnt easy. Like really really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heard a shocking news from Mable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One that stunned me till now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kept thinking about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obviously, I do feel really sad about it but happy for her at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Darl, you deserve it all missy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thats for being so kind and a good friend to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yea... all for that. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I m having mixed feeling about what is happening between stuff and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talked to KakMai last night about my new found friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She didnt really like what she heard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She thought I m playing someone out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not my intentions too honestly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are just casual friends that share something in common. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its not easy having tied down yet not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like the world is cheating you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That feeling where you are caught in between. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not knowing which turn to make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fearing that every turn may lead to a mistake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A mistake that could never be reverse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I m scared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So scared to face tomorrow now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The world indeed is unfair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need a light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need a light. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350465005789839845-256857084179368692?l=freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/feeds/256857084179368692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350465005789839845&amp;postID=256857084179368692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/256857084179368692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/256857084179368692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/2008/09/school.html' title='School.'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897615158208364118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350465005789839845.post-2737243311808384905</id><published>2008-08-27T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:17:35.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Ruling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Feels like forever for one to stand up for what they want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes thinking, am I too young for everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom and Dad definately has good intentions for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What they do was just to protect what's theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Every single bit of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But sometimes being too protective might just bite onto them back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like what is hapenning now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I do what I want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Limits is what I uphold to strongly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know my grounds and I know what is too high to reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I m aware He is watching me for I m still sane and mature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I still need the both of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;To shower me with unconditional love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I m losing someone right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;For I dont want that someone to be you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is heading uphill for some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But for the unfortunate ones, its shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Forgive me for what may seems wrong to you and vice versa to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't worry. I m still yours as what I was born into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your daughter, your friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I m still me and thank GOD for that mirical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know you are mad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know you are sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know you lost hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I dont know to what extend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just pray for my success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just pray that I'll turn out right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The way you want to see right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you Dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350465005789839845-2737243311808384905?l=freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/feeds/2737243311808384905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350465005789839845&amp;postID=2737243311808384905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/2737243311808384905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/2737243311808384905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-ruling.html' title='Not Ruling'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897615158208364118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350465005789839845.post-552280795487087329</id><published>2008-08-25T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T14:52:45.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesternight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was out yesternite till late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a good nite out after so long of being trap in this cave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talked about almost everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Randomness....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like it that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hate to say it but I kinda enjoy the company&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean he has been away for far too long as I expected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that sometimes, along the way we just need someone if not many &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to be there listennig and motivating us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finally figured why I have been so reserved and not doing things that I long to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was true what ben said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do what you want to do without being restricted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shit happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it will somehow brings us back to reality and hence makes us wiser and better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As a person that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one is perfact so shit it if things does not go as plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Stop being the excuse for doing things you crave for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instead do it whole-heartedly and that yea, if all things fails,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We know, we were once there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doing what we've always wanted to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom and dad, as much as I love you guys,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want you to respect my space and my actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Supporting it would have been a good move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But going against my doings would have caused you to be in much pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not to worry, I am still sane and thinking and have consciencious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The chalet has already begun and  I am still sitting here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking half past six and not showered yet all ready for the second round of sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna go out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like freaking rite now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350465005789839845-552280795487087329?l=freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/feeds/552280795487087329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350465005789839845&amp;postID=552280795487087329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/552280795487087329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/552280795487087329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/2008/08/yesternight.html' title='Yesternight'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897615158208364118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350465005789839845.post-3873996440610330268</id><published>2008-08-20T04:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T04:37:15.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So where do I stand?</title><content type='html'>Was talking to Nad bout stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst doing so, I came out with this question,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where do I stand?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty vake but its all I could think of since 3 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most probably I've been unproductive and that things are just eating up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about everything from school to family to friends to boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must it be so hard to get through life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must it always be this difficult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it takes for us to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of sufferring and sacrifices?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say in order to have a moment of happiness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One has to face 10 times the shit before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chuckled everytime I think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean yea it does but why must man put it in such a way where it is so difficult for many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to swallow it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its for self realisation where it slapped right into our face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days more till I celebrate my victory of my longest relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been saying these umteem times,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite sketical about this relationship but my skeptism lasted me a whole year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, again, we live with sketism to keep us going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping us strong and hold on dearly to something we will lose one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Two o'clock and I wish that I was sleepin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Your in my head like a song on the radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;All I know is I gotta get next to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sittin here turnin minutes into hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;To find the nerve just to call you on the telephone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cause you don't know that I gotta get next to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Maybe were friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Maybe were more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Maybe it's just my imagination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;But I see you stare just a little to long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And it makes me start to wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So baby call me crazy but I think you feel it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Maybe I, Maybe I just gotta get next to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extracted from Lyrics "Next to You" ~ Jordin Sparks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350465005789839845-3873996440610330268?l=freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/feeds/3873996440610330268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350465005789839845&amp;postID=3873996440610330268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/3873996440610330268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/3873996440610330268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-where-do-i-stand.html' title='So where do I stand?'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897615158208364118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350465005789839845.post-200299748424264032</id><published>2008-08-16T16:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T17:38:10.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Switchfoot - You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's always something in the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's always something getting through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's not me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's You,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes ignorance rings true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But hope is not in what i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not in me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me it's in You,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's in You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's all i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's all i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find peace when i'm confused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I find hope when i'm let down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not in me ... me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In You, it's in You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to lose myself for good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope to find it in the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not in me ... me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In You &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's all i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's all i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In You &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's in You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's in You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always something in the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's always something getting through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's not me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's You ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sometimes I think to myself, has it always been me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Was it me who stired the batter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wasnt long a wait and answers until I came across this song and I realise that whatever I did was actually about him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Been a goon all these while!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Been so Kental and a freak blaming myself for selfless actions of rights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ahh watever I say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not worth the thought and obviously my time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Darn so bored like fuk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Work is a dragggggggg.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But its good cos I m paid to do whatever I want whilst waiting for a guest to approch which fortunately takes 5 million years too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How cool kan?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;VERY! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pissed Rob yesternite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He was over reacting thats for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I never mean to hurt him or whatsoever.&lt;/div&gt;I said what I have too.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I caught him at a bloody wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;That, I admit.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, its cool now so lets put that one corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish some handsome dude come rescue me and sweep me off my feet from this coldroom. ( My workplace that is!)&lt;br /&gt;Its only 535 and I HAVE to be HERE till 10.&lt;br /&gt;My luck.&lt;br /&gt;My day.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350465005789839845-200299748424264032?l=freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/feeds/200299748424264032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350465005789839845&amp;postID=200299748424264032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/200299748424264032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/200299748424264032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-you.html' title='It&apos;s you'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897615158208364118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350465005789839845.post-8136050845225658472</id><published>2008-08-13T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T20:13:30.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not to forget...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ohhhhh...Not to forget farewell to the S buds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well you guys have obviously been great and always cheering and making a fool of one's self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate to admit but sometimes I do like and enjoy doing so. (Making a fool that is!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Special credits to these people...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mable&lt;/span&gt; - For always being there for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bru&lt;/span&gt; - For making me feel like his mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Nicol&lt;/span&gt; - For being a good friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jas&lt;/span&gt; - For challenging me till I have to declare myself a wrestler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bebe&lt;/span&gt; - For always wanna touch my boobs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wing&lt;/span&gt; - For being a sucker yet a good listener&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Arjun&lt;/span&gt; - For being a cute starbucks guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Madhu&lt;/span&gt; - For the sticks and relationship shit we shared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ashley&lt;/span&gt; - For being a cute Muitai dude...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are many many more to thank but because of the fact I m lazy, I apologise for leaving some people out. You guys have been great anyway. SO cool and really laid back. Close to the nature I possess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So thank you once again. We will definately meet up as always and share more silly jokes together! Farewell and all the best with the new classmates and friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loving you guys always....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350465005789839845-8136050845225658472?l=freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/feeds/8136050845225658472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350465005789839845&amp;postID=8136050845225658472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/8136050845225658472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/8136050845225658472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-to-forget.html' title='Not to forget...'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897615158208364118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350465005789839845.post-3429794232938211791</id><published>2008-08-12T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:03:13.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell W45P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear I m going to miss you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for making my days in school so memorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Firstly to Miss Fee, thanks for hearing me out for everthing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I m kental and all but you still stood to listen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanko babe ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Secondly Miss Maira, thanks too for being a great budd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Up to crazy things and laughing at our classmates like pelat hua hua and tak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boleh angkat Jason! Whahaaaa....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And lastly, thanks for sharing with me everything and always caring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You shone yet again darl! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the rest of W45P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You guys have been great and that it is definately a great learning journey with all of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It would never be the same again without you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trust me! Imma doctor ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loving you guys always!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tilda and Wish you guys all the best in Life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SKGWMvFQceI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VPmbxlHk_xw/s1600-h/Picture+0443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233629387522339298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SKGWMvFQceI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VPmbxlHk_xw/s320/Picture+0443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SKGWNDDHeKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3g6M13fFXGU/s1600-h/30052008229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233629392882071714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SKGWNDDHeKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3g6M13fFXGU/s320/30052008229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SKGWNk1X2aI/AAAAAAAAABE/cVjvfMIUPSU/s1600-h/IMG_0677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233629401951230370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SKGWNk1X2aI/AAAAAAAAABE/cVjvfMIUPSU/s320/IMG_0677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SKGWNvv_TKI/AAAAAAAAABM/qVgUZplke4Y/s1600-h/Picture0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233629404881439906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SKGWNvv_TKI/AAAAAAAAABM/qVgUZplke4Y/s320/Picture0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350465005789839845-3429794232938211791?l=freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/feeds/3429794232938211791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350465005789839845&amp;postID=3429794232938211791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/3429794232938211791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/3429794232938211791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/2008/08/farewell-w45p.html' title='Farewell W45P'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897615158208364118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SKGWMvFQceI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VPmbxlHk_xw/s72-c/Picture+0443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350465005789839845.post-9218496388269105317</id><published>2008-08-12T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:43:51.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rule the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've always wanna rule the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know like make this place a better place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing comes it perfact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So its up to us all to make this place a place enjoyed by you and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Digresssssssssssss........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I m rather confuse of to where my love life is going to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where exactly are we heading to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where in the future do you see us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In exactly 10 days, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am officially with Rob for 1 whole year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its hard to believe we went this far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not saying I m pessimistic about it in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just thinking about it fascinates me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I think you deserve to be with someone who will be there for you at all time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I think you deserve to be companied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I think I am being all selfish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keeping you to myself when there is definately someone out there who could be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;closer to you in distance and could love you more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I definately have issues with myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I definately have alot to think of right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of exactly where we are heading and where we stand in each other's life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope you understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loving you always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350465005789839845-9218496388269105317?l=freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/feeds/9218496388269105317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350465005789839845&amp;postID=9218496388269105317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/9218496388269105317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/9218496388269105317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/2008/08/rule-world.html' title='Rule the World'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897615158208364118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350465005789839845.post-4869035455457213443</id><published>2008-08-08T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:45:49.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweets!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Robert&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SJw4_-lf5mI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xWKS1RgLUdA/s1600-h/Mr+Roberto+(self).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232119538880865890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SJw4_-lf5mI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xWKS1RgLUdA/s320/Mr+Roberto+(self).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rob4Kai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SJw4__VzMAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dZBBCCfWBok/s1600-h/Rob+4+Kai+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232119539083456514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SJw4__VzMAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dZBBCCfWBok/s320/Rob+4+Kai+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carved on Wood, Inscripted in the Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SJw5AIMEAkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VDJFxkhhIsw/s1600-h/Photo0478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232119541458534978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SJw5AIMEAkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VDJFxkhhIsw/s320/Photo0478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350465005789839845-4869035455457213443?l=freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/feeds/4869035455457213443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350465005789839845&amp;postID=4869035455457213443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/4869035455457213443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/4869035455457213443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/2008/08/sweets.html' title='Sweets!'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897615158208364118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k33flOtWF5Q/SJw4_-lf5mI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xWKS1RgLUdA/s72-c/Mr+Roberto+(self).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350465005789839845.post-3711155594535027568</id><published>2008-08-08T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T20:07:45.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down Town...</title><content type='html'>Caught up with Uncle Brendan, Aunt Cornnie and Annika yesterday for supper at Raffles Creamery. Had Hazelnut frappucino with M&amp;amp;Ms and marshmellows. De-li-si-o-so! If only I could have the whole of Raffles Creamery here in my home would I be the luckiest person! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was good to catch up with them. The whole conversation revolved around my boyfriend. Rob dee bob. Seriously at that very moment, all I wanna do is to run to the airport and check myself in. I miss you like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked till late as always with him yesterday and guess what, I put him into deep sleep. Hung up the phone and went to bed. Missed school today. Went to the airport to send Brendan's family off. Was sad to see them leave but happy to know that I will be seeing them there in Perth soon in months to come. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to know something, someone. I need to know what is it that you are looking for into me. You have to tell me. I need to know. I am waiting for that someone to speak up. I am waiting for that someone to spill the beans and tell what that someone is hidding from. I need to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350465005789839845-3711155594535027568?l=freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/feeds/3711155594535027568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350465005789839845&amp;postID=3711155594535027568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/3711155594535027568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/3711155594535027568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/2008/08/down-town.html' title='Down Town...'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897615158208364118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350465005789839845.post-5431341544268995963</id><published>2008-08-06T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:55:58.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>De bug!</title><content type='html'>What's worst then getting caught with the flu bug and sent to bed for two darn whole day! Freak aye! This package includes fever, cold of cos, headaches and sore throat! Enough to turn you bulimic for 10 years! Did i mention cough that has higher chances to getting tuberculosis? So there you go, a generous package for me from god. I deserve it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Rob til late last night. More like our usual routine to be blunt. Miss him more now that I cant see him this summer. What a way to celebrate our 1 year. Love you Mister. Nope, its you. No one else. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt feverish when I wake up this morning. Not a feeling you wish to have to start the day. Missed culture and cognitive. Two of my favorite modules. Just my day. Just my luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Rob's aunt and uncle and Annika tomoro at Raffles Creamry for supper. Yum sobe and ice-cream enough to make me put on 20 pounds! Its gonna be sinful i tell you. Marshmellows, gummy bears, hazelnuts, almonds and many many many more! Drools.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tilda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaiii&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350465005789839845-5431341544268995963?l=freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/feeds/5431341544268995963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350465005789839845&amp;postID=5431341544268995963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/5431341544268995963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/5431341544268995963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/2008/08/de-bug.html' title='De bug!'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897615158208364118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350465005789839845.post-3938400703692293026</id><published>2008-07-26T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:39:44.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Gaga</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was almost the most tiring day I've ever lived. Woke up, prepare for school, school, more school, cineleasure and vivo. Caught two movies in a day. Not bad for a freshie! =) Not to say I haven been going to the movies for years and that I got active back just recently. And for all those years I've been missing out, that makes me a semi-pro pirate! Hi ho! Ha ha ha ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey! Pirate no more! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught X-files which nearly, just nearly put me to sleep. It pretty darn slow a story and that it kept the audience hanging in doubts. But what's worst is catching a movie you watched twice in cinema! That not only nearly put me to sleep, but it put me to snore! Nah... I cant snore no matter how hard I ttry too. Not pig enouugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350465005789839845-3938400703692293026?l=freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/feeds/3938400703692293026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350465005789839845&amp;postID=3938400703692293026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/3938400703692293026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/3938400703692293026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/2008/07/movie-gaga.html' title='Movie Gaga'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897615158208364118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350465005789839845.post-464379361547711261</id><published>2008-07-24T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T16:31:31.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridging the Gap</title><content type='html'>4 days already and its not working out between me and mom. Pointless to be moving and progressing if mom is as good as gone. Ah well... Rob gave me an offer. Obviously, judging from the person I m, I would have to give that a pass and that is to reject his. Independance makes 80% of me so know that. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I m still contemplating on whether or not I should go to Aussie. Financing it is a big pain whilst to endure all sh*t and hicking up with mom and dad is another. That is one to think and another to act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace be to Che Guavera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving life not!&lt;br /&gt;Kai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350465005789839845-464379361547711261?l=freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/feeds/464379361547711261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350465005789839845&amp;postID=464379361547711261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/464379361547711261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/464379361547711261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/2008/07/bridging-gap.html' title='Bridging the Gap'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897615158208364118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350465005789839845.post-889391482556386797</id><published>2008-07-21T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T16:07:22.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreign Country</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was like living in a foreign country where language was a barrier and culture was a joke. Everyone at home totally ignored me! It felt as thought I wasnt there yet still breathing. Haikal and another one of Khairun's friend was having dinner when I came home and that they acknowledge my present and since then I was good as not being there. Darn be to everyone even me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept my cool and did my own stuff. Work was not that of a pain yesterday. After Fann left, I did seriously nothing! Just surfing and updating the blog.Well I went in a switch off mode as soon as Mr.Rat start rambbling about VB. (Totally Random!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just emailed Rob about me not being able to visit him this august and I seriously feel bad and lousy. So lousy that all i want to do is to just sit and stare in blank space for a good 10 minutes or even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Rob......... So sorrry.......... =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350465005789839845-889391482556386797?l=freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/feeds/889391482556386797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350465005789839845&amp;postID=889391482556386797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/889391482556386797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/889391482556386797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/2008/07/foreign-country.html' title='Foreign Country'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897615158208364118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350465005789839845.post-8388913852196141759</id><published>2008-07-20T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T17:48:23.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOS</title><content type='html'>Went MOS with Mable,Madu,Don&amp;amp;Shawn. It was alright. Not thattttt interesting just that it was overcrowded and stuffy plus we can hardly breath and was perspiring like it rained inside! Btw, mom have no idea about my doings because I think,just think, she couldn't care less. Anyway, as I was saying, yea Mos was quite a drag mainly because we did not have great company and there were not many of us. Not saying that it was bad but it could get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house music was okay. Most of the songs played were RnB and some random s**t that I hardly know. But who am I to please? So long the majority enjoy it and get drunk even before drinking, that should do all the trick! Saw that stupit dude who came to SVC earlier that day asking me form my number,dancing at the main dancefloor platform so close to me. Darn thing was he still have the freaking cheek to look and smile at me!! I remembered he came into my workplace,said I smiled to him and did the first move when all I did was look at him in disbelieve and cursing him in my heart for even looking for me. Well at MOS I totally acted like a biatch and ignored him. I danced with my friends and totally and seriously acting like a biatch. I cant help but repeat what I just said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So got home and attended a lecture that lasted 1 and a half hour! I learn nothing anyway. More like left in right out! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m feeeling shit now so yea. Well till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy hates moi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350465005789839845-8388913852196141759?l=freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/feeds/8388913852196141759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350465005789839845&amp;postID=8388913852196141759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/8388913852196141759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/8388913852196141759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/2008/07/mos.html' title='MOS'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897615158208364118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350465005789839845.post-1154450586208929227</id><published>2008-07-20T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T14:15:39.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It is devastating to know people whom you cherish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Turn their back on you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Knowing that it is the only solution to make you repent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It is not known to them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That their actions just put matter to the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The struggle the pain and the sorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Could never be felt by anyone but yourself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wish they knew what I am going through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But they are only human not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hence the fighting prolong on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;From dust till dawn I figured my way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Only to realise the only way out was to sacrifice what I cherish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Both pairs of their tired eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thought me to think,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God how much I owed them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My very first cry was nothing but a curse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;To the misery of my parent's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was not welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I was not welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It was not suppose to be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Along came my brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The issues begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Outcast I m,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;From all the care I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;From all the love I  desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;All the curfew imposed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;All the naggings told,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Was just a mare responsibility,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Never because of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But a chore instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tried being liberal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tried being nice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Tried being an angle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But fell after it went unnotice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After it went unappreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I turned my back on them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;They turned their back on mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We both played the same game,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hoping and praying for fate to bring us apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoping and praying that we will just turn invisible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350465005789839845-1154450586208929227?l=freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/feeds/1154450586208929227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6350465005789839845&amp;postID=1154450586208929227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/1154450586208929227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350465005789839845/posts/default/1154450586208929227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freaks-4-sale.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-welcome.html' title='Not Welcome'/><author><name>Kai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10897615158208364118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
