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at Penang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The first day, i attended a wedding of my far relative and it was kinda awkward how i didnt knw more than half of the crowd over there...but it was a pleasure to meet them all....i was humoured how everyone started having their dinner even before the wedding ceremony started...i cant blame the guests either coz it was getting very late...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The following days...my family and i visited all the interesting places of Penang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;like the Buddhist temples and Hindu temples too&lt;/span&gt;...im kinda lazy to give details...i wil show you..wen i have the time to upload the pictures taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now that i am back...i am helpin my dad at his place...its not the most exciting thing to do but i dont mind...it fills my time rather than staying at home being a couch potato...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On weekends my time is mostly spend with family members and stuf... there is always gatherings at my aunts and uncles hse... it the best time where my couz and i meet up and share all our stories and such&lt;br /&gt;My couz sis is turning 21 ...wel actually sha already...but i am not sure when she is gona celebrate it...if she does her sis and i a re planin to reherse for a few songs... its a lot of work and energy but its fun at the same time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is like another month of holidays ahead of me...im just gona make the best out of it...:)&lt;br /&gt;xoxo Sangie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/school-break.html' title='School Break'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-5082050783507741998</id><published>2009-11-21T13:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T14:48:05.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power of Mind</title><content type='html'>Recently i have realised many good and bad stuff in life... whatever i think is good through a logic mind turns out to be bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By following my inner voice...in a short period of time..i have hurt the many important souls in my life... &lt;br /&gt;There are various kinds of people out there...one who live to have fun and the other have fun to live... Of course everyone wants to just have fun as part of their daily life...even at times i have yearned for it a little...but now i think it is all not worth it as a human being... &lt;br /&gt;Having fun doesnt bring us to the outside world... where people learn and experince things with their own sweat...&lt;br /&gt;I have plentyful of friends who get whatever they ask for and are given all the freedom in the world... &lt;br /&gt;Honestly...right now i think it is not a right way to grow up...once you get the thing u ask for...u will adapt this habit as you grow...which will make your own hardwork seem very tough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-5082050783507741998?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5082050783507741998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=5082050783507741998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/5082050783507741998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/5082050783507741998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/power-of-mind.html' title='Power of Mind'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-8500813506943302580</id><published>2009-11-06T22:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:14:39.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Little Secrets</title><content type='html'>I am feeling extremely stressed out. I can almost feel my head bursting into a million shards. There are just too many things going on in my tiny head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problems are the freakin exams which is very hard. There is barely anything i can understand. I wonder why exams are so tough? During exams the only thing i can concentrate on is the pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides school and exams, finding good friends is really hard around here. One day they are nice..then the next day its like WHATEVS attitude they have&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand why people do that. Another problem in friendship is if someone is jealous they will do anything to bring shame to your life..HAIZ..people people... you gotta learn to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am talking a great deal right now... from what i have experienced in the past... the lost brought me to great depression that i can never erase from my history of life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are loads more i can spill..but i think this is just the limit for my blog...since there are many readers..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-8500813506943302580?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8500813506943302580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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16'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-5747453821829510648</id><published>2009-10-12T20:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:26:18.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick Of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;omg!!  can u believe it... i oni have lyk wat? 2 weeks til finals and i havent been studying like in ages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I am so caught up with deepavali preps and My Sweet 16 aka Open Hse... and i havent fisnished with my shopping spree and a pretty suit for the party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;two days b4  the party...i will be at Minn's hse making 100 cupcakes... wow!!! she sure is an expert in baking....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i have to start getting prepared for the exams..or like always ... i will have lectures coming on its way... haiz... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;for the past two days... my life was all about getting to know the plants...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i was forced to help around with gardening... but at the end the profit was worth it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;..will try to update pix of the garden wen i find time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;xoxo Sangie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-5747453821829510648?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5747453821829510648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=5747453821829510648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/5747453821829510648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Being alone is not the same as being lonely. I like to do things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that glorify being alone. I buy a candle that smells pretty, turn down the lights, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make a playlist of low-key songs. If you don't act like you've been hit by the plague&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you're alone on a Friday night, and just see it as a chance to have fun by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yourself, it's not a bad day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink"  style="border: medium none ; overflow: hidden; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-897235431722695811?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/897235431722695811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=897235431722695811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/897235431722695811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/897235431722695811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/totally-fearless.html' title='Totally Fearless'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-9001451240254766632</id><published>2009-10-10T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:50:42.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elegant</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sweet and classic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;avoid risk in fashion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;smart and chic choices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wear silvery accessories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;small handbags...clutches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-9001451240254766632?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9001451240254766632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=9001451240254766632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/9001451240254766632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/9001451240254766632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/elegant.html' title='Elegant'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-3390871310303727748</id><published>2009-10-03T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T22:37:33.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urban Craz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SsdhoVAQOOI/AAAAAAAAANk/zljt0ESaJa0/s1600-h/16608259_32_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SsdhZ1T0oVI/AAAAAAAAANE/wvM2C6HVnNw/s400/17237231_066_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388382575606931794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-3390871310303727748?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3390871310303727748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=3390871310303727748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/3390871310303727748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/3390871310303727748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/urban-craz.html' title='Urban Craz'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SsdhoVAQOOI/AAAAAAAAANk/zljt0ESaJa0/s72-c/16608259_32_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-3049668009884080099</id><published>2009-10-03T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T22:20:20.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon Posters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SsddkTKNftI/AAAAAAAAAM8/65EqXC_pCWM/s1600-h/new-moon-movie-posters-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SsddjSTRzNI/AAAAAAAAAMs/iuQQbk_vfVk/s400/new-moon-movie-posters-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388378339961588946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-3049668009884080099?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3049668009884080099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=3049668009884080099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/3049668009884080099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/3049668009884080099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-moon-posters.html' title='New Moon Posters'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SsddkTKNftI/AAAAAAAAAM8/65EqXC_pCWM/s72-c/new-moon-movie-posters-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-1343612114863886601</id><published>2009-10-03T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T22:13:31.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristen Stewart Covers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/Ssdb-tU7tGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Zm0__FdRdAg/s1600-h/kristen-stewart-interview-magazine-october-2009-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/Ssdb-tU7tGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Zm0__FdRdAg/s400/kristen-stewart-interview-magazine-october-2009-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388376612049499234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/Ssdb-TRpBGI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Watv1bBU_WU/s1600-h/kristen-stewart-interview-magazine-october-2009-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/Ssdb-TRpBGI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Watv1bBU_WU/s400/kristen-stewart-interview-magazine-october-2009-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388376605056369762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; star &lt;a href="http://justjared.buzznet.com/tags/kristen-stewart" title="Kristen Stewart"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristen Stewart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; brings the magic back on the October/November 2009 cover of &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.interviewmagazine.com/film/kristen-stewart-1/" onclick="javascript: pageTracker._trackPageview('/outgoing/http://www.interviewmagazine.com/film/kristen-stewart-1/');" class="external" rel="external"&gt;Interview Magazine&lt;/a&gt;’s 40th Anniversary Issue.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LOVE the cover.  LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The 19-year-old actress was interview by actor &lt;a href="http://justjared.buzznet.com/tags/dennis-hooper" title="Dennis Hooper"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dennis Hooper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, who just happened to be &lt;a href="http://justjared.buzznet.com/2009/09/30/dennis-hopper-%20rushed-to-hospital/"&gt;hospitalized&lt;/a&gt; yesterday.  She even talks to &lt;strong&gt;Hooper&lt;/strong&gt;’s six-year-old daughter &lt;strong&gt;Galen&lt;/strong&gt;. So cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When asked if it bothers her to see herself in the tabloids, &lt;strong&gt;Kristen&lt;/strong&gt; says, “There’s nothing you can do about it, to be honest. I don’t leave my hotel room—literally, I don’t. I don’t talk to anybody about my personal life, and maybe that perpetuates it, too. But it’s really important to own what you want to own and keep it to yourself. That said, the only way for me not to have somebody know where I went the night before is if I didn’t go out at all. So that’s what I’m trading. It depends what mood I’m in. Some nights, I think, ‘You know what? I don’t care. I’m just going to do what I want to do.’ Then the next day I think, ‘Ugh. Now everyone thinks I’m going out to get the attention’ But it’s like, no, I actually, for a second, thought that maybe I could be like a normal person.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="border: medium none ; overflow: hidden; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-1343612114863886601?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1343612114863886601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=1343612114863886601' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-2840901725357409208</id><published>2009-09-24T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T17:47:28.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought today would be another boring day..staying at home doing boring stuff..like watching tv and sleeping..lol..i dont mean it literally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mom and dad came home around 1...and they brought just me ...leaving my little monster home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;drove to Mont Kiara just to fix the broken lens on my camera... jeez i have to wait for 10 working days..before i can get hold of my cam... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kinda weird...my cam broke last year on my bro's bday and this year its getting fixed on my bro's bday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am kinda excited for this weekend .... rentals are bringing me for deepavali shopping ..which means i can get my wants and needs through out the whole day..there is a budget but i guess..that aint a biggie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another gadget i have to fix is my iPod Classic..which i tthink will only be done after Deepavali..coz im kinda poor ATM..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neways..hoping for more stuff to do before skul starts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xoxo Sangie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Fun'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-7749545405775593871</id><published>2009-09-18T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:09:05.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SrOUeJiWjXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/VQIO3pAHE58/s1600-h/7426_1234865352335_1250222680_678216_1525987_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 336px;" 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title='9'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SrOUeJiWjXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/VQIO3pAHE58/s72-c/7426_1234865352335_1250222680_678216_1525987_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-3583995980258151820</id><published>2009-08-27T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T17:30:42.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored Sick</title><content type='html'>I feel so bore, lonely and isolated... there is no one to talk to or hang around with.... i mean someone my age... *sob&lt;br /&gt;I tried having fun with my brother but it just brings me agony..coz he can drive you up the wall mostly..further more the age gap is ridiculously huge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the feeling my dad wont send to school again next week....haiz&lt;br /&gt;Being home drives me bananas....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-3583995980258151820?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3583995980258151820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=3583995980258151820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/3583995980258151820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SppFmrei7gI/AAAAAAAAAL0/CjgphfrPTvY/s72-c/5375_120478171234_662211234_2634996_3198966_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-8697941065372337564</id><published>2009-08-19T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T17:10:20.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suprise Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vinod called...quite suprising but i was glad he kept in touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He misses my presence now that i dont got to SMC anymore... welll miss him too...in a friendly sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He also mentioned how the jerk always asks him about..weird but i dont care anyways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I told Vinod of all the ugly things the jerk is capable of doing...he was shocked himself hearing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It seems that many peep at SMC dont talk to him the was they use to....haha IN YOUR FACE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Later on my hottie called trying to trick me with weirdo voices...but too bad i know him too well to get fooled!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-8697941065372337564?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8697941065372337564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=8697941065372337564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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hook!!!&lt;br /&gt;My couz.... Sasi.... was looking hot as usual..loved his messy hairstyle&lt;br /&gt;It sure wasnt my party but i got lots of wishes from peeps at the party... im suprise they all remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was awsome music and we were crashing on the floor... and did i forget the 21 yr old dude.... was not too bad himself...i might have checked him out..but nono...he is family not reality.... rofl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-4281468934112446015?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4281468934112446015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=4281468934112446015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/4281468934112446015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/4281468934112446015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/21st-party.html' title='21st Party'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-6979526736815830446</id><published>2009-08-15T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T17:00:14.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fooooooooodd!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Last night we went to this Nasi Kandar in SS2.... and yea it was delicious&lt;br /&gt;I was filled with tandoori chicken and nun.... oh yea and ABC too... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love gifts but i didnt get much of them...its okay i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Vino....sorry i cant make it to your party&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i dont wish to spoil my mood seeing JERKS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-6979526736815830446?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6979526736815830446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=6979526736815830446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/6979526736815830446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/6979526736815830446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/fooooooooodd.html' title='Fooooooooodd!!!!!'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-3327183309296853106</id><published>2009-08-14T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T16:56:59.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 Candles</title><content type='html'>Happy Sweet 16th Birthday Sangie ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school i had a pizza party will all my close friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-3327183309296853106?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3327183309296853106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=3327183309296853106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/3327183309296853106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/3327183309296853106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/16-candles.html' title='16 Candles'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-8371198356569193555</id><published>2009-08-05T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T16:55:04.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poison</title><content type='html'>Today i got source from someone and suprisingly the ass hole still has feelings for his old bitch... and oh yea i forgot to mention.... they are planning to get back together to make a happy ass hole relationship.... ugh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u imagine how poisonous he is... playing around with girls feelings...&lt;br /&gt;the most horrible creature i have ever got close to in my entire life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-8371198356569193555?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8371198356569193555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=8371198356569193555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/8371198356569193555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/8371198356569193555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/poison.html' title='Poison'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-7848929693757031706</id><published>2009-08-04T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T16:52:26.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upset</title><content type='html'>I seriously dont know who is good and who is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some people i am disappointed with but that doesnt mean i label them my ENEMY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the saying 'Forgive &amp;amp; Forget'... but after studying ones character or should i say understand their colour, i will start keeping a limit in order from getting myself hurt. I am saying this from experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord!! What is going on? What am i being toyed?&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, comes around!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-7848929693757031706?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7848929693757031706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=7848929693757031706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/7848929693757031706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/7848929693757031706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/upset.html' title='Upset'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-6192419414102049801</id><published>2009-07-22T14:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T17:32:25.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;KP... i thought i found true love but i guess it was all an accident... I was literally toyed by a garbage can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When i accepted his proposal..he was the sweetest thing on earth .... anyone and everyone would wanna have... but then he was mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He said the sweetest things and when he said it..they all seemed so real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was too innocent... till he pushed me into the hole after using me for 2 months... sometimes i feel like he has a reason for his action... but i got very upset when i found out he proposed to a very good friend of mine and his.... she nvr accepted the proposal..and she nvr saw him more than a friend...he kinda ruined their friendship in a way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He told me once that i was his every heartbeat.... believe it or not...he said the same thing to her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To be honest after..she telling me a lot of stuff... i got so mad... and i started cursing him like shit...u have no idea hw insulting they were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am you BFF and you know..no matter what happens... i am still strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You might think i am crazy or mad...but i stil love him... *frown*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just wish you were here to cheer me up..and get me back to who i was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;people around me can see dramatic changes in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when i go to skul..i behave like i have no soul.... if there is anything funny i never laugh... i am being a total Debbie Downer..hate to say this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-6192419414102049801?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6192419414102049801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=6192419414102049801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/6192419414102049801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/6192419414102049801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/need-you.html' title='Need You'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-606848487772128206</id><published>2009-07-22T14:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T17:32:13.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you bloody ass hole..how many hearts are you planning to crash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you know her for what almost a year and now you feel for her... plz dont fucking toy with her feelings the way you have done with mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you said so many things to me and now they dont mean anything anymore... you are a fucking ass hole that i fell for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you have the guts to even tell my mom that in future ...you wanna continue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you have no idea how much i love you and you literally used me... or maybe what just flirting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when we talk on msn.... do you really mean what you say or...were they all just another drama of yours.... so many things that you said to me... you said it to her too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;who do you really love? you have no idea how upset, disappointed, and disgusted i am with your behaviour...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if you never loved me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;why would u cry for me when i never cared about you at first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;why would you carve my name on ur bow if u nvr loved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;why would you buy me a pricy necklace if u nvr loved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;why are you doing all this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WHY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WHY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WHY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was just minding my own business at the begining... if u were nvr true why the hell u wanna play with my feelings... Oh My God!!! Where am i to put my face? I never even loved myself the way i loved you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am very very very disappointed... sometimes you make me feel used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;why are you doing all this...what did i do to you that you have to give me this much PAIN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-606848487772128206?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/606848487772128206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=606848487772128206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/606848487772128206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/606848487772128206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/great-disappointment.html' title='Great Disappointment'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-4363889853760685312</id><published>2009-07-12T19:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T17:37:09.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imperfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I know our lives are not perfect....&lt;br /&gt;the only way we can be happy is by seeing the imperfect... perfectly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have hurt me so much...but i havent stopped loving you... one of the things that i have grewn for you lately is disappoinment for your drastic actions but no matter what i stil forgive you (i am not putting blames on you).... but remember i still love you... you keep on saying you cant see the love... just so you know...love has to be felt..dont tell me you dont feel it... i think of you day and night and i always tell you how much i miss your presence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you realise on IM you say one thing and at tuition you speak of the opposite...&lt;br /&gt;You said you will neva..eva..eva do what you did last week... but what happened today? Today! You dont even wanna talk to me anymore.... what is the meaning to all this.... Has your love for me fade away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another problem is you dont communicate with me of the important things... you tell Maa everything but not me... different people think differently... so wen u talk to her you only get a friends opinion and not the opinion of the one you love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt stay any longer in SMC today coz i was too weak to stand the pain... i dont remember the exact conversations..but something that i heard from you insulted me as a girl who loved you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go on...but i guess thats all i can tell for now&lt;br /&gt;and remember..no matter what comes in the way...&lt;br /&gt;I STILL LOVE YOU....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you dont love me anymore...plz dont tell me&lt;br /&gt;Favour: delete all the memories of me (apply this in your life only if you dont love me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love You ... Cindie&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-4363889853760685312?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4363889853760685312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=4363889853760685312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/4363889853760685312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/4363889853760685312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/imperfection.html' title='Imperfection'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-2832305806575340993</id><published>2009-07-05T20:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T17:36:54.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am confused, I was confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And now the confusion is starting to clear up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The only aim i have now is Study! Study! and Study!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everything else will come later on in life when the right time arrives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for a change in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xoxo Sangie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-2832305806575340993?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2832305806575340993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=2832305806575340993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i cannot stand it anymore... i really dont wanna mention names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i get all the blames in the world for something i never did.... he doesnt even know me.... and hw can he jugde me the way he did.... it really hurts to knw that he was trying to say i am a cheap girl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;why me of all people... am i born in this world to take blame for other's negative doings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and *** it really hurts to knw that u trust others more than u trust me... the things u say make me tear every single time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i hope the Mighty Power i pray to brings me a solution to all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am too weak to go through more as i have gone through loads in life...i have been crying for years and rite now they are not showing themselves anymore as they have dried up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;filled with sorrows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xoxo Sangie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-1385899895452240293?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1385899895452240293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=1385899895452240293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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and awsome day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby girl...i know how much you want me back....i love the idea how you have been looking for summer jobs and stuff...i know it is easy to make my decisions but i cant approve them just with my own knowledge..the adults have to yes too....money is totally not the problem and we both know that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that summer is around the corner..evrything is coming back to memory...all the fun times we had through out summer... i even remember that tiny fight of ours which lasted for a week.... hehe never forgot anything... remember wen we both were in war..we kinda bumped into each other at the beach with Sarah and we didn't even smiled at each other...we sure have loads of EGO...LMOA!!! You know i can go on and on... remember how we were checking out hot guys when we were visiting one of the county in Westchester.... and there was this once we went to a high school and there were hot guys helping us get our way to the football field... and stuff.... AIKARAMBA.....i have the feeling i wont stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i love you .... hope we can come up with a plan that works... dont think too much..enjoy your summer with your family and peeps around you...&lt;br /&gt;Dont forget to take pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo Sandie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-7936134436390823676?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7936134436390823676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=7936134436390823676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/7936134436390823676'/><link rel='self' 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disappointed you&lt;br /&gt;my life has been very rough lately...so i dont have much happy stuff to talk about...&lt;br /&gt;the most happiest place for me use to be my school...but apparently..it is the last in my list right now...coz many have hurt me in this one place i loved the most...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet some of my readers know what i am saying.... plz if you know something is not right...dont do it and hurt more souls.... just let me knw my mistakes..and i will try to change from there...and to whoever is creating unneccessary rumors about me..plz stop it....you are making the person who i was close to ..hate me to the max... think twice before you do anything...coz what brings you great pleasure..is what hurts others..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am lost of words right now...&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now i guess..&lt;br /&gt;xoxo Sangie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Break'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-4939545497024610221</id><published>2009-03-02T19:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:37:11.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of mind!!!</title><content type='html'>hey guys...i knw i havent been blogging for the past few days..due to being grounded and stuff..still am but its not that tight when it came to ground rules... anyways i will stop crapping and spill all my secrets..well not really secrets..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knw how i have been very upset lately and having thoughts of wanting to go back to new york and live with my mom..as in like give her a second chance....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember telling Kp that i will try talking to my dad and ask him if i can continue my junior and senior year at Staples..sorry to say but my dad say it was up to me with the additional of some lectures..which made me change my mind...&lt;br /&gt;i do want to come back..but that would be selfish of me once again...i have already hurt the ones i love at westport buy leaving last summer and i dont want to do the same mistake by hurting more people over here in Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously..how many peoples feelings am i gonna hurt..this is obsurdly selfish of me...&lt;br /&gt;the conclusion is me staying in Malaysia till my senior year is over which is like another 1 and a half years.... i have gotta strive through it without changing my mind as and when i like... I hope god is ther with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Minn.... i hope i made you happy by not leaving too soon.... i have been planning my Sweet 16 or the past few days and my dad wants me to give out invitations one or two months before the party....you gotta help with with name list and stuf...xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kristyn...i know i got your hopes down...and i dont mind if you dont forgive me but plz dont ever hate me for this.... you know i will still want you and love you no matter what....xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-4939545497024610221?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4939545497024610221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-7773694592042177989</id><published>2009-02-17T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:23:11.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;roses are red&lt;br /&gt;violets are blue&lt;br /&gt;if you may&lt;br /&gt;let me love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause of booze and pools&lt;br /&gt;new yorkers never sleep&lt;br /&gt;when i think of you&lt;br /&gt;even i cant sleep&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/807079798028504552-7773694592042177989?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-224165439486397460</id><published>2009-02-15T18:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:30:40.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfish Biotch</title><content type='html'>Seems like it is all my fault...&lt;br /&gt;Being friends for 6 years is a beautiful realtionship and when a stranger ruins it... you never wanna admit it is his/ her fault...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why on earth be selfish...it is not the end of the world...y didnt i take the slow road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have too much in me ... and wish i could scream it out&lt;br /&gt;On top of that..i am too nice to also hold on to my friend's problems which makes me feel heavier emitionally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so weird how i can solve my friend's problems and not mine&lt;br /&gt;My story is always complicated and i really want it to be easy on me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will i see myself happy... so far i haven't got a hint of cheer&lt;br /&gt;I really love him.... and hope his test on me is worth while and he will accept me..soon enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to stay calm... depressed all the tym but *act happy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-224165439486397460?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/224165439486397460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=224165439486397460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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saturday... well maybe next week since its merentas desa and i heard he will come..so yea i wanna see him so gotta come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was unusual getting so many roses from unknown people accept for Aina and Hari... :P&lt;br /&gt;I went around asking the ones incharge of the deliveray..they refuse tell me who the sender happens to be..and this makes my head wanna burst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea..i forgot to mention..there is this guy who sent me a Leo gift with a tiny note inside... That anaonymous fellow want me to love him the way he loves me...the problem now is that i duno who it is and it has this really good english poem in it that is very romantic and sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my HEART is taken but i jus wanna know who are these anon guys... Haiz..tension tension tension!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-1821538952044775902?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1821538952044775902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=1821538952044775902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/1821538952044775902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/1821538952044775902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/admirers.html' title='Admirers'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-9002169047962427496</id><published>2009-02-14T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:28:12.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Actions speak louder than words</title><content type='html'>The word LOVE is simply just complicated..&lt;br /&gt;So much happen and in the end all i get is "I am taken"&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it was mentioned in purpose... to watch me suffer or it is actually reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you drink the shitties think to test me&lt;br /&gt;- you wanna hear me say no... when you do something that aint right&lt;br /&gt;- you do it on purpose to see how much i love you&lt;br /&gt;- in the end all you do is break my heart without saying anything&lt;br /&gt;- your presence always seems satisfying&lt;br /&gt;- your absence always make me feel lonely&lt;br /&gt;- hearing about you makes me get butterflies in my tummy... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When i love, i love sincerely with my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When i cry, i really love you and it comes from deep down, so please stop all the Bullshit you are trying to do... and just accept the fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Find a place in your heart for me and i promise you will not regret it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-9002169047962427496?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-6556111474270553378</id><published>2009-02-11T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T23:57:43.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;FOR SO MANY REASONS-&lt;br /&gt;LARGE OR SMALL,&lt;br /&gt;AND ALL OF THEM ARE WONDERFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;FOR ALL THE SPECIAL QUALITIES&lt;br /&gt;THAT MAKE YOU "YOU",&lt;br /&gt;ONE OF A KIND,&lt;br /&gt;THE ONLY ONE IN THE WORLD FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE THINGS YOU SAY&lt;br /&gt;THAT BRING SUCH SPECIAL&lt;br /&gt;MEANING TO MY LIFE,&lt;br /&gt;AND I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE SILENT TIMES&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOUR EYES AND YOUR ARMS&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME ALL I WANT TO KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE YOU KNOW HOW&lt;br /&gt;TO BRING OUT THE BEST IN ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;JUST BECAUSE I DO...&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE NOW,&lt;br /&gt;IN A PLACE WHERE&lt;br /&gt;THERE WAS NOTHING BEFORE,&lt;br /&gt;IN THE DEEPEST PART OF MY HEART...&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS LOVE.&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/807079798028504552-6556111474270553378?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6556111474270553378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=6556111474270553378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SY_WJxTsXUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/0PGS6RQtp4g/s1600-h/n627838091_2159488_7371-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SY_WJxTsXUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/0PGS6RQtp4g/s400/n627838091_2159488_7371-tile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300690749781466434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are more pictures..and i am not going to upload them bczo they are kind of scary to the part where i get nightmares..so yea..dun wanna scare my blog followers..:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-3955743135350960825?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300484376822246594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SY8adBxRSHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pjeOzu2JvmE/s1600-h/PhotoFunia_8f6584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SY8adBxRSHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pjeOzu2JvmE/s400/PhotoFunia_8f6584.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300484372431980658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SY8adCcOGYI/AAAAAAAAAI4/COzOUv6ZjO8/s1600-h/PhotoFunia_8f2e70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ok i was told to chill..the oni thing that will do that is thinking of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I begin?! Omgoodness, it was blardy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;, kay. I love love love Bella Swan. AHHH, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;KRISTEN STEWART&lt;/span&gt;, PLS BE MY WIFE. Kay, back to reality *pinch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying, it was bloody amazing(: why? Because, the characters were all gorgeous people. Oh and fuck, the baseball &amp;amp; kissing scene are just indescribable. *fanpire hyperventilates and falls to the ground* :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn1qW39ldAk/SWYMp1XJieI/AAAAAAAABdE/iTAjYAO0VrE/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn1qW39ldAk/SWYMp1XJieI/AAAAAAAABdE/iTAjYAO0VrE/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288928725231569378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Entire &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; cast(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn1qW39ldAk/SWYMNuTFkzI/AAAAAAAABc8/hqsy197JLmw/s1600-h/normal_iesb_kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn1qW39ldAk/SWYMNuTFkzI/AAAAAAAABc8/hqsy197JLmw/s320/normal_iesb_kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288928242299147058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn1qW39ldAk/SWYMNtyQGCI/AAAAAAAABc0/t_ajdqEcArA/s1600-h/normal_iesb_edwardbellatree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xn1qW39ldAk/SWYMNtyQGCI/AAAAAAAABc0/t_ajdqEcArA/s320/normal_iesb_edwardbellatree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288928242161424418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hold on tight,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; spider-monkey&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Behind the scenes -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rob &amp;amp; Kris;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn1qW39ldAk/SWYNiCKgKiI/AAAAAAAABdk/6s4tRiKqmxc/s1600-h/bite+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn1qW39ldAk/SWYNiCKgKiI/AAAAAAAABdk/6s4tRiKqmxc/s320/bite+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288929690740861474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really wish they were together :/ not gonna happen anytime soon, I know. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn1qW39ldAk/SWYNh80Y4vI/AAAAAAAABdc/XWwvLWOvM_0/s1600-h/normal_vanityf005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xn1qW39ldAk/SWYNh80Y4vI/AAAAAAAABdc/XWwvLWOvM_0/s320/normal_vanityf005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288929689305932530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kristen Stewart :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's fucking hot kay. Not only is she hot, but pls, watch her interviews. She has this sort of quiet and mysterious look but witty and smart at the same time. &amp;amp; she's so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt;, damit. Michael Angarano is one lucky dude :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH HOOTT DAAAYEEUUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn1qW39ldAk/SWYPAB4BrMI/AAAAAAAABd8/Rh7Bg5cS4Jc/s1600-h/cusl07_twilight0812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn1qW39ldAk/SWYPAB4BrMI/AAAAAAAABd8/Rh7Bg5cS4Jc/s320/cusl07_twilight0812.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288931305571069122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Krissy, krissy, KRISYYYY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn1qW39ldAk/SWYO_-eemoI/AAAAAAAABds/uQQ18u9y674/s1600-h/normal_vanity001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xn1qW39ldAk/SWYO_-eemoI/AAAAAAAABds/uQQ18u9y674/s320/normal_vanity001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288931304658606722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at her legs, DAMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck, she's so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-3751077703830869319?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3751077703830869319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=3751077703830869319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/3751077703830869319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/3751077703830869319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/twilight-craze.html' title='Twilight Craze'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xn1qW39ldAk/SWYMp1XJieI/AAAAAAAABdE/iTAjYAO0VrE/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-8406160068326633829</id><published>2009-02-06T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:00:02.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama</title><content type='html'>I hate my life... i was talking to him and he is being an ass for some reason. Some stuff happened earlier this week and he is using that as a weapon to ignore me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a-z i do everything for him..care so much for him and stuff but at the end shit is what i get...&lt;br /&gt;He is now being mad at one of my best friends just because she told me some stuff that he told her not to tell me...seriously i will never blame her coz at first she never did want to tell me what he said..but i forced the crap out of her to tell.. i am mad at him for being mad at her.. wen i try to talk things out of wat happened..he doesnt want to listen and he tries to ignore me to the max...haiz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just feel like wanna run away somewhere and cry my guts out&lt;br /&gt;*unhappy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-8406160068326633829?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8406160068326633829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=8406160068326633829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/8406160068326633829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/8406160068326633829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/drama.html' title='Drama'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-3486970639694237626</id><published>2009-02-05T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:15:52.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic Moments</title><content type='html'>I am kinda bored right now...&lt;br /&gt;I have loads of homework to finish but i only finished the ones that are due tomorrow... i planned to do the rest during the weekends...JEEZ!!! my life sure is busy and stressful with plenty of tasks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad there is no tuition today...at least i had the chance to sleep in the afternoon and watch some tv..which i don't get to do these days..due to all the activities i am taking that uses up most of my day...for instace tuition...and cocurriculum.... i am not complaining just saying that its stressful to be doing stuff all day with no leisure time of my own.. I guess thats a teenage life.... i just wonder that college life is gonna be worst....YIKES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i just IMed Cher Minn and she is busy watching "Changeling" with her mom..so i guess i dont wish to disturb..might as well see her in school tomorrow... *-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goin to bed... nite nite!!!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-3486970639694237626?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3486970639694237626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=3486970639694237626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/3486970639694237626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/3486970639694237626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/hectic-moments.html' title='Hectic Moments'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-8011869462274311106</id><published>2009-02-05T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:16:51.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rihanna Tickets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'VE GOT SOME HELL OF A GOOD NEWS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296752731974713746" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SYHYi9xuwZI/AAAAAAAADug/9R1PExA28HU/s400/L1030254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296752744951862402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SYHYjuHuVII/AAAAAAAADuo/67PnWN5yU7w/s400/L1030256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'VE GOT AHOLD OF MY TICKETS TO THE RIHANNA'S CONCERT NOWWWWW BABEEEHH. HO YEAHHH. HANG TIGHT ON THOSE TICKETS, BITCHES CAUSE IT'S BEEN AWHILE SINCE A GOOD SHOW. :}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;omg thx..Tiffany can't wait...arghh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-8011869462274311106?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8011869462274311106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=8011869462274311106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/8011869462274311106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/8011869462274311106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/rihanna-tickets.html' title='Rihanna Tickets'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QCgLU5slRy8/SYHYi9xuwZI/AAAAAAAADug/9R1PExA28HU/s72-c/L1030254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-377506600817307766</id><published>2009-02-04T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:03:09.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>I am going through so much i can't even describe them, but they are hurting for sure&lt;br /&gt;..he comes back tomorrow and i don't know how akward things are goin to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ filled with sadness and tears ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-377506600817307766?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/377506600817307766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=377506600817307766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/377506600817307766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/377506600817307766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-1778301383733110920</id><published>2009-01-29T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:20:11.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urban</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SYHIuS2e4FI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ZsjN5qBu2uM/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 390px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SYHIuS2e4FI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ZsjN5qBu2uM/s400/flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296735334424305746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SYHIuNknmwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/giNlZKd3oic/s1600-h/silence+and+noise+cropped+brand+jacket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 390px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SYHIuNknmwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/giNlZKd3oic/s400/silence+and+noise+cropped+brand+jacket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296735333007203074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SYHIuNgCg7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/l0eTbL1icZQ/s1600-h/BDG+Lightweight+flannel+shirt+gress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 390px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SYHIuNgCg7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/l0eTbL1icZQ/s400/BDG+Lightweight+flannel+shirt+gress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296735332987995058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SYHIuC1lyuI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ORIoSBS-J8k/s1600-h/across+the+forest+loose+tee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 390px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SYHIuC1lyuI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ORIoSBS-J8k/s400/across+the+forest+loose+tee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296735330125597410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am missing Urban Outfitters...they have awsome collections and they are pricy but what do i care when my parents dont mine...hehe not showing off jus excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is meaningless without shopping and fashion life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love earring..shoes...dress...etc&lt;br /&gt;There is no end to this list and i miss sharing my stuff with KP...xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-1778301383733110920?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1778301383733110920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=1778301383733110920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/1778301383733110920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/1778301383733110920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/urban.html' title='Urban'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SYHIuS2e4FI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ZsjN5qBu2uM/s72-c/flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-6989530737500307741</id><published>2009-01-29T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:14:15.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiz</title><content type='html'>SOS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo Bored Silly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-6989530737500307741?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6989530737500307741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=6989530737500307741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/6989530737500307741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/6989530737500307741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/haiz.html' title='Haiz'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-3976511295979224623</id><published>2009-01-23T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:45:12.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>White or Black?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/SXKUDYy03OI/AAAAAAAAHxg/W7rBqe2-9mc/s400/learned.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/SXKUDYy03OI/AAAAAAAAHxg/W7rBqe2-9mc/s400/learned.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh my :) Gong Xi Fa Cai, you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-3976511295979224623?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3976511295979224623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=3976511295979224623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/3976511295979224623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/3976511295979224623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/white-or-black.html' title='White or Black?'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/SXKUDYy03OI/AAAAAAAAHxg/W7rBqe2-9mc/s72-c/learned.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-9154583222365516459</id><published>2009-01-02T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:48:39.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>45 things a girl wants but never asks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ln0"&gt;1. Touch her waist.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln1"&gt;2. Actually talk to her.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln2"&gt;3. Share secrets with her.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln3"&gt;4. Give her your jacket.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln4"&gt;5. Kiss her slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln5"&gt;Are you remembering this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln6"&gt;6. Hug her.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln7"&gt;7. Hold her.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln8"&gt;8. Laugh with her.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln9"&gt;9. Invite her somewhere.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln10"&gt;10. Hangout with her and your friends together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln11"&gt;KEEP READING ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln12"&gt;11. Smile with her.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln13"&gt;12. Take pictures with her.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln14"&gt;13. Pull her onto your lap.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln15"&gt;14. When she says she loves you more, deny it. Fight back.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln16"&gt;15. When her friends say "I love her more than you", deny it. Fight back and hug her tight so she can't get to her friends. It makes her feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln17"&gt;Are you thinking of someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln18"&gt;16. Always hug her and say I love you whenever you see her.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln19"&gt;17. Kiss her unexpectedly.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln20"&gt;18. Hug her from behind around the waist.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln21"&gt;19. Tell her she's beautiful.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln22"&gt;20. Tell her the way you feel about her.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln23"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing you need to do to show her you actually do mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln24"&gt;21. Open doors for her, walk her to her car - it makes her feel protected, plus it never hurts to act like a gentleman.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln25"&gt;22. Tell her she's your everything - only if you mean it.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln25');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln26"&gt;23. If it seems like there is something wrong, ask her - if she denies something being wrong, it means SHE DOESN'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT - so just hug her.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln27"&gt;24. Make her feel loved.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln28"&gt;25. Kiss her in front of OTHER girls you know!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln29"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE MIGHT DENY IT BUT WE ACTUALLY LIKE AND KINDA WANT YOU TO TICKLE US ..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln29');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln30"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Don't lie to her.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln30');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln31"&gt;27. DON'T cheat on her.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln31');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln32"&gt;28. Take her ANYWHERE she wants.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln33"&gt;29. Text message or call her in the morning and tell her have a good day at school, and how much you miss her.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln33');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln34"&gt;30. Be there for her whenever she needs you, and even when she doesn't need you, just be there so she'll know that she can always count on you.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln34');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln35"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU STILL READING THIS? YOU BETTER, BECAUSE IT'S IMPORTANT.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln35');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln36"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hold her close when she's cold so she can hold you too.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln36');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln37"&gt;32. When you are alone hold her close and kiss her.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln37');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln38"&gt;33. Kiss her on the cheek; (it will give her the hint that you want to kiss her).&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln38');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln39"&gt;34. While in the movies, put your arm around her and then she will automatically put her head on your shoulder, then lean in and tilt her chin up and kiss her lightly.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln39');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln40"&gt;35. Don't ever tell her to leave even jokingly or act like you're mad. If she's upset, comfort her.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln40');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln41"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER ALL THESE THINGS WHEN YOU ARE WITH HER NEXT ..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln41');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln42"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. When people dish her, stand up for her.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln42');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln43"&gt;37. Look deep into her eyes and tell her you love her.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln43');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln44"&gt;38. Lay down under the stars and put her head on your chest so she can listen to the steady beat of your heart, link your fingers together while you whisper to her as she rests her eyes and listens to you.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln44');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln45"&gt;39. When walking next to each other grab her hand.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln45');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln46"&gt;40. When you hug her, hold her in your arms as long as possible.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln46');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln47"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKE SURE SHE KNOWS SHES LOVED.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln47');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln48"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Call or text her at night to wish her sweet dreams.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln48');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln49"&gt;42. Comfort her when she cries and wipe away her tears.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln49');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln50"&gt;43. Take her for long walks at night.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln50');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln51"&gt;44. Always remind her how much you love her.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln51');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln52"&gt;45. Sit on top of her and tell her how much you love her and then bend down to her face and kiss her while you're sitting on her.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln52');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln53"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know when she needs just a little more love ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-9154583222365516459?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9154583222365516459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=9154583222365516459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/9154583222365516459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/9154583222365516459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/45-things-girl-wants-but-never-asks.html' title='45 things a girl wants but never asks'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-3878171378632739766</id><published>2008-12-28T21:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:35:12.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousinz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVeEOb7toSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ea_h9sKaNn0/s1600-h/P1010285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVeEOb7toSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ea_h9sKaNn0/s400/P1010285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284838071293813026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVeENgTKMeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kzZICv50LhQ/s1600-h/P1010283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVeENgTKMeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kzZICv50LhQ/s400/P1010283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284838055286026722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVeENcu3eGI/AAAAAAAAAGA/AikOlMe4FSc/s1600-h/P1010280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVeENcu3eGI/AAAAAAAAAGA/AikOlMe4FSc/s400/P1010280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284838054328498274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was crying coz he didnt like his new swimwear and was afraid it might make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;him drown..LOL....Kids these days!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVeEMyfmhjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/sv6Cl_f6dDQ/s1600-h/P1010273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVeEMyfmhjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/sv6Cl_f6dDQ/s400/P1010273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284838042990183986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVeHeooqQmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/OSCK80RDZOU/s1600-h/P1010293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVeHeooqQmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/OSCK80RDZOU/s400/P1010293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284841648116351586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutie and his moose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVeHd_hGIOI/AAAAAAAAAG4/pvuoBrFaTso/s1600-h/P1010261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVeHd_hGIOI/AAAAAAAAAG4/pvuoBrFaTso/s400/P1010261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284841637078769890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although i am not christian, my mom planned to have a xmas tree to&lt;br /&gt;decorate our beautiful home.... isnt the tree simply jus pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVeHdhTmeJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/rg8AtnZZ7kY/s1600-h/P1010287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVeHdhTmeJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/rg8AtnZZ7kY/s400/P1010287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284841628969105554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just look at the smile in my little brother's face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;once he got his pressie from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVeL_A2wKwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lCPMxK5Pvds/s1600-h/P1010295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVeL_A2wKwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lCPMxK5Pvds/s400/P1010295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284846602420235010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my granma's hse for xmas lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVeL_F1HwOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/MOvbzBF_44Y/s1600-h/P1010297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVeL_F1HwOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/MOvbzBF_44Y/s400/P1010297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284846603755569378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I gave her black nails that night coz she has nvr tried that color..... i know it&lt;br /&gt;may seems iky and yuky to some but i think black nails are awsome&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/807079798028504552-3878171378632739766?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3878171378632739766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=3878171378632739766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/3878171378632739766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/3878171378632739766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/cousinz.html' title='Cousinz'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVeEOb7toSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ea_h9sKaNn0/s72-c/P1010285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-3895605258918634752</id><published>2008-12-28T19:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T20:16:10.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Partio Girlie</title><content type='html'>Last night was awsome... i went to my close friend's house for late Christmas party. Since it has been 2 years i met them..you wont believe they were like " omg you have grown so tall and looking prettier" yea right..i ain't that pretty just some ordinary girl you see everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the party...there was loads of 'Dancing' and not to forget 'Guys'...hehe&lt;br /&gt;I met plenty of gorgeous looking ones..not to forget some flirting went on although i had my parents around..but they were busy at the bar and talking about adult stuff..'boring'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Jerreline had her boyfriend over at the party and trust me we were talking endlessly about her.... it was a good get-to-know conversation. I did exchange cell number's with people i socialized with that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to catch up with a friend of mine who is from India and she is really rich and famous over at her place...not being materialistic and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;yea so... we chit chat and stuff about the things we have been going through..and we even planned to meet up at Pavilion this coming weekend...AWSOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;My dad has agreed to give me more money on shopping.. *woot* *woot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finale of the party was ... dances by a couple of youngsters and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;I jus never took pictures due to having too much fun...Hehe!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-3895605258918634752?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3895605258918634752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=3895605258918634752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/3895605258918634752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/3895605258918634752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/partio-girlie.html' title='Partio Girlie'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-1936791152774360255</id><published>2008-12-25T17:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T17:43:21.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Day</title><content type='html'>Christmas is just normal like any other day, which means i am bored sick at home right now.&lt;br /&gt;I may have gone to my granma's house today for lunch but other than that i am kinda mad at my dad coz i had some of my cousins over and he brought them to watch a movie and not to forget bowling too...arghh&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THEM...how could they forget me....*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we happened to be invited for dinner at a friend's house and thats exciting coz i get to meet some of my old freinds i havent seen since i left to the states.... this weekend too is going to be off the hook coz im going to be parte..ing!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-1936791152774360255?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1936791152774360255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=1936791152774360255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/1936791152774360255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/1936791152774360255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/holy-day.html' title='Holy Day'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-4105062075789348480</id><published>2008-12-19T21:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:53:10.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hour Glass</title><content type='html'>There is so little time and the clock is ticking faster and faster every second. It feels like my life is coming to an end when the PMR results are coming out in less than God knows, 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had too much fun, maybe not too many. It feels like yesterday when school was over and now its starting all over again with a new chapter in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is going to be a little hactic at he beginning because i have plans. Tomorrow i will going to a 21 st birthday party and it is done grandly....i figured that out from the invitation that was posted few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea..on Sunday, I will be spending time with my Mom, from USA, only for a day because thats all she gets for what she has put me through for years. She has got to take the blame by all means. Well i have to promise myself not to have arguments that we always do when tiny bits and pieces comes up. Just to make her day, i have to keep my temperature down. After a little..maybe plenty of shopping , i am going to meet my darling, CherMinn, who happens to be having a skating competition on that day. I am going to join her at the rink around 2ish and i really miss her alot. Looking forward for this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess i have to make the best out of what is given to me and dont over do anything is the best way to stay out of problems... *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. got a new haircut...i regreted it after cutting but i kinda like it anyways...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-4105062075789348480?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4105062075789348480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=4105062075789348480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/4105062075789348480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/4105062075789348480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/hour-glass.html' title='Hour Glass'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-2044860874936757310</id><published>2008-12-16T18:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:08:32.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUeFFWh7PSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/r_3jukzPQ78/s1600-h/Photo_221.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUeFFWh7PSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/r_3jukzPQ78/s400/Photo_221.sized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280335415108910370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Omg... i am missing this girl so much.. my little sister. We had so much fun times that cant be forgotten. I remember when i used to be in my room watching TV, she would climb on me and join the show. Like the saying, the tiniest are always the most precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUeE7pekQUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZZ82m6vqnkw/s1600-h/Photo_123.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUeE7pekQUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZZ82m6vqnkw/s400/Photo_123.sized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280335248396403010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUeE7P1pSuI/AAAAAAAAAFE/uq8hSf_JZVc/s1600-h/Photo_156.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUeE7P1pSuI/AAAAAAAAAFE/uq8hSf_JZVc/s400/Photo_156.sized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280335241513880290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUeE7L-D6JI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_50GGZuhWKk/s1600-h/Photo_24.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUeE7L-D6JI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_50GGZuhWKk/s400/Photo_24.sized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280335240475437202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And not to forget my punked up sis, Natalie. We dont really act like sister, more like best friends. We shop together all the time. Hang around in the streets of New York together. Talk about the same book, guys and yada yada yada!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUeE6yie_ZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/zyY1qlybZ-4/s1600-h/Photo_147.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 378px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUeE6yie_ZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/zyY1qlybZ-4/s400/Photo_147.sized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280335233648885138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lauren and i have been on movie marathons at the cinema. Well we enjoyed bugging Mikey for cash just to get popcorns and go to the best movie house in New York. He would be like, Sandie make sure you dont loose her and thats the end of controlling parent...all left with glorious freedom...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUeE6y6w9bI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ve3zxLiNFtU/s1600-h/sista.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUeE6y6w9bI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ve3zxLiNFtU/s400/sista.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280335233750726066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-2044860874936757310?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2044860874936757310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=2044860874936757310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/2044860874936757310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/2044860874936757310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/sisters-forever.html' title='Sisters Forever'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUeFFWh7PSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/r_3jukzPQ78/s72-c/Photo_221.sized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-8332872637154539018</id><published>2008-12-14T17:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T17:49:40.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Age Difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You've heard the saying "Age is nothing but a number." You've also heard young women dismissed as gold diggers when they date older men. Since dating has no written rules, which can be a good thing, we have to experiment and judge for ourselves.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dating an older or younger guy can be a challenge. A lot of the time it's the remarks from those who disapprove (or don't understand) that make it so difficult. Like any relationship, if it's sincere and you're both committed to making an effort, it can work.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make Sure the Connection Is Strong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; A strong connection is what keeps relationships going. With an age difference, you should make sure the connection is there early on and that both people feel it. A solely physical connection won't cut it. Make sure you each can understand where the other is in life. Some girls love dating older guys because they feel that guys their own age aren't mature enough.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes just liking each other isn't enough because you have different lifestyles. Make sure you're both committed to the relationship. If you're a senior in high school and he just graduated from college, make sure you can still relate to each other and know what you both want out of the relationship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keep in mind that &lt;strong&gt;huge&lt;/strong&gt; age differences can present a variety of problems. Depending on your state, you may be under the age of consent — the age that &lt;strong&gt;legally&lt;/strong&gt; determines how old you can be to agree to have sex. If you are sexually active or thinking about having sex, keep this in mind. In most states, the age of consent ranges from 16 to 18. For example, in New York the age of consent is 17. Be sure to check your state's sex laws.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You should steer away from huge age differences for other reasons as well. Do you really want to date someone who can relate more to your parents than to you? Think about it: Why would a 30-year-old want to date a teenager? We say, "Ew, gross!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get Support&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Get support from the people who mean the most to you. Don't wait until four months down the dating road to tell your parents you've been seeing a guy who's six years older than you. They'll feel like you snuck around behind their backs and you might lose their trust. Discuss it with them when you can really sit down and explain the relationship maturely. They might be hesitant at first, but once they know him and his intentions, they should be more open to the idea of your dating an older guy. Invite your guy over to get to know your parents so they can be assured he's a good catch.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If your friends are wary of your older or younger guy, make sure they know your intentions too. Invite your friends over to your house or out to dinner with you and your guy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be Confident&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Ultimately, it's you who calls the shots on whom you date. Don't think that you need to convince everyone of your love. While support from your loved ones is important, don't dwell on every single remark you hear about the relationship — some people have nothing better to do than criticize. People connect with people of all sorts of ages for a variety of reasons. Don't think that you're &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to be with someone your age. If you know the relationship is right (and legal), then stick with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-8332872637154539018?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8332872637154539018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=8332872637154539018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/8332872637154539018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/8332872637154539018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/age-probs.html' title='Age Difference'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-7071123047939462875</id><published>2008-12-14T13:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T13:22:48.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforgetable Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUSXSPSEgOI/AAAAAAAAADk/S_iJvvoa4iU/s1600-h/xmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUSXSPSEgOI/AAAAAAAAADk/S_iJvvoa4iU/s400/xmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279511002780827874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The whole day with my love, Kristyn, playing in the snow and more fun stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUSXSLO_gzI/AAAAAAAAADc/PAdVaxQPyj8/s1600-h/swimmy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUSXSLO_gzI/AAAAAAAAADc/PAdVaxQPyj8/s400/swimmy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279511001694176050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finals was around the corner and rather than studying we were in my pool the whole time and not studying..lol!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUSXR5O48sI/AAAAAAAAADU/TogSRZcCeF4/s1600-h/pool+nite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUSXR5O48sI/AAAAAAAAADU/TogSRZcCeF4/s400/pool+nite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279510996861907650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was kind of a depressing time because we had this sleepover due to what my mom threatened me that i was returning to Msia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUSXR3_4FqI/AAAAAAAAADM/lLrgKfOBCeU/s1600-h/imac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUSXR3_4FqI/AAAAAAAAADM/lLrgKfOBCeU/s400/imac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279510996530501282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fun with Mac!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUSXRjreRNI/AAAAAAAAADE/LvAecFWM3U4/s1600-h/fun+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUSXRjreRNI/AAAAAAAAADE/LvAecFWM3U4/s400/fun+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279510991076213970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last day of school!!! Tym to Parte!!!&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/807079798028504552-7071123047939462875?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7071123047939462875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=7071123047939462875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/7071123047939462875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/7071123047939462875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/unforgetable-moments.html' title='Unforgetable Moments'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUSXSPSEgOI/AAAAAAAAADk/S_iJvvoa4iU/s72-c/xmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-1392184514351145112</id><published>2008-12-11T22:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:52:17.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUEiINxYBZI/AAAAAAAAACM/PH9zm9xkHO8/s1600-h/cutie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUEiINxYBZI/AAAAAAAAACM/PH9zm9xkHO8/s400/cutie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278537762785985938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Lil Cutie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUEh0g5B7uI/AAAAAAAAACE/Q0MqZdWWga8/s1600-h/mid+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUEh0g5B7uI/AAAAAAAAACE/Q0MqZdWWga8/s400/mid+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278537424320982754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUEjMG147TI/AAAAAAAAACU/gkfL-3tHskU/s1600-h/xmas+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUEjMG147TI/AAAAAAAAACU/gkfL-3tHskU/s400/xmas+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278538929156975922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Midvalley picture that i owe my blog.... hehe!!!&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/807079798028504552-1392184514351145112?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1392184514351145112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=1392184514351145112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/1392184514351145112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/1392184514351145112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/xmas-spirit.html' title='Xmas Spirit'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUEiINxYBZI/AAAAAAAAACM/PH9zm9xkHO8/s72-c/cutie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-170981835551108579</id><published>2008-12-10T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:51:41.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nite Swim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUEljZFAn_I/AAAAAAAAACs/--q1H9PAXgQ/s1600-h/Pretty+Flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUEljZFAn_I/AAAAAAAAACs/--q1H9PAXgQ/s400/Pretty+Flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278541528212479986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUElNOu7W4I/AAAAAAAAACk/KCbdQ4g7zfI/s1600-h/pool+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUElNOu7W4I/AAAAAAAAACk/KCbdQ4g7zfI/s400/pool+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278541147478383490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today was kind of a tiring day for me coz i have been packing books all day... well who cares rite!!! It was nice wen i got home coz i went for a swim and took some pix...*my fav part*...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&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/807079798028504552-170981835551108579?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/170981835551108579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=170981835551108579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/170981835551108579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/170981835551108579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/nite-swim.html' title='Nite Swim'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SUEljZFAn_I/AAAAAAAAACs/--q1H9PAXgQ/s72-c/Pretty+Flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-7508974532084947704</id><published>2008-12-10T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:22:09.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MidValley</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay.. i know how i was whining earlier how i havent found the chance to watch Twilight but i guess thats over coz i went to Midvalley yesterday with my childhood friend and watched it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I actualy love being there yesterday....coz there was the Christmas spirit and stuff that made shopping ...well window shopping more interesting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We took pictures but i am kinda lazy to upload them rite now...maybe some other time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/807079798028504552-7508974532084947704?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7508974532084947704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=7508974532084947704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/7508974532084947704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/7508974532084947704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/midvalley.html' title='MidValley'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-807079798028504552.post-4276245380980619151</id><published>2008-12-08T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T11:28:58.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/STyDWFdA7wI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NUOCUFs6czQ/s1600-h/Twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/STyDWFdA7wI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NUOCUFs6czQ/s400/Twilight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277237278815612674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I fell in love when reading the whole saga. I will have to thank my sister&lt;br /&gt;Natalie or else i would be missing Edward Cullen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you believe that i still have not found time to watch the movie of my life!!! *Sob*&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/807079798028504552-4276245380980619151?l=smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4276245380980619151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=807079798028504552&amp;postID=4276245380980619151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/4276245380980619151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/807079798028504552/posts/default/4276245380980619151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiley-sweetthingsinlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09292525131501164307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/SVdeaDB5QzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/T1v1rcN7P_8/S220/pweety.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_miiIOAh22e0/STyDWFdA7wI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NUOCUFs6czQ/s72-c/Twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
