<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:23:52.820+08:00</updated><category term='hey ta cheer up alrights'/><category term='the joys'/><category term='the frowns'/><title type='text'>sab lowie;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-8652865970086988080</id><published>2009-02-19T00:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T01:05:21.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristen Stewart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SZw8LXI0JpI/AAAAAAAAAb8/wfFls5aZVz4/s1600-h/kristen+stewart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304180627022816914" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SZw8LXI0JpI/AAAAAAAAAb8/wfFls5aZVz4/s320/kristen+stewart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did i ever mention just how amazingly hot she is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been questioning, why moods can actually create that very huge ho-ha in life. Just like that, in a snap of the fingers, everything can feel so irrelevant, so insignificant. All that is sought for, all that was once the core of motivation, dissappearing in an instant. Scary isn't it? And not just once, but over and over again. Why does it have to work that way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-8652865970086988080?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/8652865970086988080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=8652865970086988080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8652865970086988080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8652865970086988080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2009/02/kristen-stewart.html' title='Kristen Stewart'/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SZw8LXI0JpI/AAAAAAAAAb8/wfFls5aZVz4/s72-c/kristen+stewart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-3759225423103579829</id><published>2009-02-08T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:00:10.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Girlfriend &amp; Girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SY7-heMvdNI/AAAAAAAAAb0/a4ZHl4voBZE/s1600-h/lindsay-and-sam-smilin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300453662457296082" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SY7-heMvdNI/AAAAAAAAAb0/a4ZHl4voBZE/s320/lindsay-and-sam-smilin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to Lindsay and Sam. Being gay totally brings a whole hell of problems, but they're like the ultimate bling bling. Attending an opening bash for hairstylist Andy LeCompte's West Hollywood salon officially, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be flipping through my notes, and yet here i am reading gossip news. RAH. Happy First Paper in a couple of hours time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes... And other times... I shouldn't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-3759225423103579829?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/3759225423103579829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=3759225423103579829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/3759225423103579829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/3759225423103579829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2009/02/kudos-to-lindsay-and-sam.html' title='Happy Girlfriend &amp; Girlfriend'/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SY7-heMvdNI/AAAAAAAAAb0/a4ZHl4voBZE/s72-c/lindsay-and-sam-smilin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-3373947586313811345</id><published>2009-02-03T20:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:42:42.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll take a quiet life. A handshake, some carbon monoxide.</title><content type='html'>Current Symptoms: Running nose, incomprehensible cracked voice, bad migraine, and i forsee fever. It must be the new year goodies, a little late huh. The tiny bugs loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unchecked Stuffs: Hydraulics Test tomorrow, five projects dued this friday, two papers this coming monday and tuesday consequetively, four more major papers the week after next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Now: Still wasting time blogging and watching gossip girls. I just never learn do i. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The giving in should stop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-3373947586313811345?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/3373947586313811345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=3373947586313811345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/3373947586313811345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/3373947586313811345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2009/02/ill-take-quiet-life-handshake-some.html' title='I&apos;ll take a quiet life. A handshake, some carbon monoxide.'/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-6743612248089870880</id><published>2009-02-02T01:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T02:13:37.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Mistakes</title><content type='html'>I don't like to be one of the subsequent options.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DESTEST YEAR TWO. When will the pile of work load ever stop pilling. Chinese new year was good as usual, yet if the entire huge family's present, it'd be much better. Happy birthday Nigel. Oh and Making April's good. Hit the sack people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-6743612248089870880?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/6743612248089870880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=6743612248089870880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/6743612248089870880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/6743612248089870880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2009/02/beautiful-mistakes.html' title='Beautiful Mistakes'/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-365702084031903381</id><published>2008-12-17T17:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T17:16:08.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-365702084031903381?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/365702084031903381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=365702084031903381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/365702084031903381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/365702084031903381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-life.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-3260126484771160549</id><published>2008-11-05T22:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:57:09.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Democrats, Yes! It's good to be living in the midst of the phenomenal Goodbye Bush Era.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the Oval office will be opening their doors to the start of a new History, President Obama. Three cheers people. Brown as Obama embodies, not black nor white, what more could America and the rest of the world ask. Continue to keep track, cause winning or losing, there're bound to be many more social issues brought up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics aside, i had a bad start today, oversleeping, missing lessons, and a screwed phone (which miraculously came back to life after i smashed it into my table). What a nice way to start a lovely day. I need to destress and get right back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Few people are capable of expressing with equanimity opinions which differ from the prejudices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;of their social environment. Most people are even incapable of forming such opinions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;—Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-3260126484771160549?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/3260126484771160549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=3260126484771160549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/3260126484771160549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/3260126484771160549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/11/democrats-yes-oval-office-has-new.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-2260109768772365977</id><published>2008-11-05T00:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:32:26.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fucked up school day, a three hour practical and readings were so off we have to redo. Screw it. Sorry people for the small mistakes that made up the big ones. And all the other projects due soon. Rah. That aside, there're a whole load of movies and dramas i want to catch, i need more time! Conclusion, make choices; Reaper, Dirt, Gossip Girls and rewatching of L word. Yes, thats settled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I WANT A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;BMW M3 CONCEPT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;TO CALL MY OWN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i want i want i want, and this is just the top of the list.&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/7984633155054390822-2260109768772365977?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/2260109768772365977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=2260109768772365977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/2260109768772365977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/2260109768772365977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/11/fucked-up-school-day-three-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-3756228235868439201</id><published>2008-11-03T01:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T01:38:18.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I shall sleep now with this song blasting my ears out of my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;head. So very true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Check yes Juliet. Are you with me? Rain is falling down on the sidewalk. I won't go until you come outside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Check yes Juliet. Kill the limbo. I'll keep tossing rocks at your window. There's no turning back for us tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Lace up your shoes (Hey oh, hey oh) Here's how we do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Run baby, run. Don't ever look back. They'll tear us apart. If you give them the chance. Don't sell your heart. Don't say we're not meant to be. Run baby, run. Forever we'll be. You and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Check yes Juliet. I'll be waiting. Wishing, wanting. Your's for the taking. Just sneak out, And don't tell a soul goodbye. Check yes Juliet. Here's the countdown 3, 2, 1, now fall in my arms now. They can change the locks, Don't let them change your mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Lace up your shoes (hey oh, hey oh) Here's how we do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;We're flying through the night. We're flying through the night. Way up high, The view from here is getting better. With you by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We the king, Check Yes Juliet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-3756228235868439201?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/3756228235868439201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=3756228235868439201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/3756228235868439201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/3756228235868439201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/11/check-yes-juliet.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-7794820590216131898</id><published>2008-11-02T14:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:49:34.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY CYNTHIA LIM CHIA CHIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tremendously chaotic-ly laughing night, filled with mind wrecking poker games and not forgetting the booze. Chia's chalet ended off with a blast, seriously i think we laughed so noisely, we woke up the entire resort. How crazy is that. Thinking back to the time when we just met, and till now, unexplainably cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;that growing maturity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;that social circle expanding,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;that attraction,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;that making a commitment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its goes on and on, and the process, continuous learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Adelina Chan, May it be a Great opening and many more Greats to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-7794820590216131898?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/7794820590216131898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=7794820590216131898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/7794820590216131898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/7794820590216131898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-18th-birthday-cynthia-lim-chia.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-8883854705989362196</id><published>2008-11-01T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T02:16:44.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is not going well. I'm staring at my lappie not knowing what to write. An extremely busy week though if anyone were to ask me what am i busy with, i'd really not know the answer, reason being i was just busying around with everything  and everyone that it felt busy yet not so much so. RIGHT, my words makes no sense. Rah. Anyways High School Musical Senior Year was pretty good, in short, sweet and simple. I need to catch up on movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kicking down the walls. I gotta make them fall. Just break through them all I'm punching, crashing, I'm gonna fight to find myself. Me, and no one else. Which way, I can't tell I'm searching, searching, can't find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scream, Zac Efron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-8883854705989362196?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/8883854705989362196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=8883854705989362196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8883854705989362196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8883854705989362196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-not-going-well.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-2680762104080443579</id><published>2008-10-30T01:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T01:44:14.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taiwan in five, shots up at Facebook.&lt;/span&gt; Finished reading Deception point and heading to bed, catch up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-2680762104080443579?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/2680762104080443579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=2680762104080443579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/2680762104080443579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/2680762104080443579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/10/taiwan-in-five-shots-up-at-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-8819531902415013275</id><published>2008-10-11T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:05:23.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A cup of hot chocolate with donuts, sitting together with my family, watching Dominion, Prequel to the Exorcist. A warming feeling. Family, its the factor that held me close all these years, killing the emptiness within me. I long for stuffs, yet worries holds me back, and its only warmth that will keep me intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please stay strong the both of you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-8819531902415013275?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/8819531902415013275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=8819531902415013275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8819531902415013275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8819531902415013275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/10/cup-of-hot-chocolate-with-donuts.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-3981089155570334670</id><published>2008-10-04T00:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T00:55:04.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i didn't care and it won't bother me, but apparently it proves likewise. When the phone doesn't ring and yet you go looking at it, that's when you know you're not feeling right.&lt;br /&gt;You're not me, how would you know how i feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-3981089155570334670?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/3981089155570334670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=3981089155570334670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/3981089155570334670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/3981089155570334670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-thought-i-didnt-care-and-it-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-8814776316056942197</id><published>2008-09-29T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T01:40:03.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If only i were a guy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have so many considerations liking someone.&lt;br /&gt;There wouldn't be hesitations.&lt;br /&gt;I could just be myself, do whatever my heart says, as and when i want it,&lt;br /&gt;all in my way, my character, my attitude.&lt;br /&gt;All that without having to constantly remind myself,&lt;br /&gt;that the people around her, her family her friends and maybe herself,&lt;br /&gt;most probably wouldn't be able to accept the fact that i'm a girl,&lt;br /&gt;and that i'd bring her a whole lot of problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me, that i'm considering too much, placing too much emphasis on the consequences. There's too much at stake, and i'm not prepared to allow the one that i like to lose all that. And maybe that's why i've not allowed myself to fall for anyone, or want to be with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worries aside, it would be good to have someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-8814776316056942197?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/8814776316056942197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=8814776316056942197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8814776316056942197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8814776316056942197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-only-i-were-guy-i-wouldnt-have-so.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-8675543799501661011</id><published>2008-09-27T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:57:44.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling blue, and to curb it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Driving totally took my mind off everything, vertical parking was great.&lt;br /&gt;2. Music and coincidentally Dear God happens to be on air.&lt;br /&gt;3. Exercise, basically ball and gymming.&lt;br /&gt;4. Reading absolutely helps.&lt;br /&gt;5. Dress up and feel great&lt;br /&gt;6. Retail Therapy doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;7. Movies with ice cream (maybe now).&lt;br /&gt;8. Spring Cleaning, i just did my wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;9. Should i get a haircut?&lt;br /&gt;10. Had my fair share of tv shows.&lt;br /&gt;and ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connect, that simple yet so hard to grasp. Drives me insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream Dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-8675543799501661011?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/8675543799501661011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=8675543799501661011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8675543799501661011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8675543799501661011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-feeling-blue-and-to-curb-it-1.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-9167135390595035786</id><published>2008-09-26T02:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T03:01:08.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'I'm sorry i'm waiting for the rain.&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'I’m gonna chase my dreams and catch up to them.'&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/7984633155054390822-9167135390595035786?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/9167135390595035786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=9167135390595035786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/9167135390595035786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/9167135390595035786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-sorry-im-waiting-for-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-1628046480576378417</id><published>2008-09-25T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T01:37:42.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That suspense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings are logical and substantial, and yet somethings are just so hard to express, or rather impossible to fathom. Why oh why. I'm so used to being alone, that its simply not a chore to be so, and still, there're times when it would be good to have someone by your side, to share that particular moment or enjoy that experience together. It's like telling yourself to push and pull at the same time. How very ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-A-I-W-A-N  and  S-H-O-P-P-I-N-G. Apparently the weather's predicted to be 20 degrees and below, but counting on the irregular weathers recently, i wonder how off track the forecaster would get. Transiting at Hongkong, airport shopping. Can't wait. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have too many wants, just too many to complete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The brand new day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dawn, through my opened window,&lt;br /&gt;I gazed upon a breathless,&lt;br /&gt;And heart-stopping sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the horizon in front of me,&lt;br /&gt;Appeared an aurora of mystical lights,&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting deep into the cavities and,&lt;br /&gt;Ridges of the surrounding mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before me shown the early light,&lt;br /&gt;Penetrating the morning mist,&lt;br /&gt;As it caused perpetual golden rays&lt;br /&gt;To illuminate through the highest&lt;br /&gt;Mountain peaks,&lt;br /&gt;Awakening the earth below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I peered closely,&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant colors of light&lt;br /&gt;Stretched upward,&lt;br /&gt;Like fingers on a hand&lt;br /&gt;Into the yet, dawning sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, as I gazed at this precious sight,&lt;br /&gt;Time itself seemed to be waiting,&lt;br /&gt;And wanting to grasp hold of&lt;br /&gt;The first beams, that would burst forth&lt;br /&gt;From the East and to witness,&lt;br /&gt;The suns smile beckoning&lt;br /&gt;"The Brand New Day. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom cooked a fabulous dinner tonight, its been ages. I love my mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-1628046480576378417?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/1628046480576378417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=1628046480576378417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/1628046480576378417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/1628046480576378417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/09/that-suspense-somethings-are-logical.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-3653770144328565474</id><published>2008-09-16T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T01:33:12.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes                      and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one                      remembers one's reverence. Winter passes and one remembers                      one's perseverance.&lt;b&gt; Yoko Ono&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is present and what just passed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose feels as though its about to fall off. I think im going to head to bed, with the box of tissue as my partner of the night. Wild night ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-3653770144328565474?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/3653770144328565474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=3653770144328565474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/3653770144328565474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/3653770144328565474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/09/spring-passes-and-one-remembers-ones.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-8933819505469297438</id><published>2008-09-14T00:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T01:19:49.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIGH SCHOOL PARTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lets see, went pretty alright, met a whole load of people there, mainly peeps whom i haven seen for ages and it felt good. It gotten a little dry as the night passed though, lucky for me everyone's being entertaining. Anyways, apparently we missed the opening show, as usual, but i heard it was good. Rah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SMv0gUJ_CQI/AAAAAAAAATs/kw_rvbC5w3I/s1600-h/11092008%28026%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SMv0gUJ_CQI/AAAAAAAAATs/kw_rvbC5w3I/s320/11092008%28026%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245555027006654722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SMvz0tCmBlI/AAAAAAAAATc/m5UxVCOIXiM/s1600-h/11092008%28024%29..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SMvz0tCmBlI/AAAAAAAAATc/m5UxVCOIXiM/s320/11092008%28024%29..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245554277772297810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SMvyXSZgpyI/AAAAAAAAATU/xxypP-h9ar4/s1600-h/corinne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SMvyXSZgpyI/AAAAAAAAATU/xxypP-h9ar4/s320/corinne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245552672892823330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SMv0PWiN_lI/AAAAAAAAATk/UGWxqDTjcOQ/s1600-h/12092008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SMv0PWiN_lI/AAAAAAAAATk/UGWxqDTjcOQ/s320/12092008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245554735587393106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nicole has the rest of the shots :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kelvin's Wedding later today. Enjoy your final hours of bachelorhood dude.&lt;br /&gt;I vow to get a BMW series 5 soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SMv05SLg3mI/AAAAAAAAAT0/iwdEvjbxyRA/s1600-h/13092008%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SMv05SLg3mI/AAAAAAAAAT0/iwdEvjbxyRA/s320/13092008%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245555455972925026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shootings laters.&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/7984633155054390822-8933819505469297438?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/8933819505469297438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=8933819505469297438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8933819505469297438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8933819505469297438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/09/high-school-party-lets-see-went-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SMv0gUJ_CQI/AAAAAAAAATs/kw_rvbC5w3I/s72-c/11092008%28026%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-8927954596887480977</id><published>2008-09-13T01:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T01:20:03.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aldrich, Arun, Darius, Frederick, Lidio, Odell, Ofir, Pluto, Richard, Richmond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ashira, Daria, Edwina, Ishara, Lydia, Odele, Ophira, Rica, Saba, Undine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name your wealthy child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to travel and get out. Deciding between Gold coast, Hong kong and Taiwan, we settled with the last-named. Reason being shopping's at the top of our list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Say hello to Taiwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SMqlMUO7xkI/AAAAAAAAAS8/bzE-vHwkHus/s1600-h/Taipei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SMqlMUO7xkI/AAAAAAAAAS8/bzE-vHwkHus/s200/Taipei.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245186347034723906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SMqlbVoMFuI/AAAAAAAAATE/PM7it-sVZHw/s1600-h/Taipei1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SMqlbVoMFuI/AAAAAAAAATE/PM7it-sVZHw/s200/Taipei1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245186605107123938" 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/7984633155054390822-8927954596887480977?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/8927954596887480977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=8927954596887480977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8927954596887480977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8927954596887480977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/09/aldrich-arun-darius-frederick-lidio.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SMqlMUO7xkI/AAAAAAAAAS8/bzE-vHwkHus/s72-c/Taipei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-857851479314865189</id><published>2008-09-10T12:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T13:39:14.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SMdcyh8nCTI/AAAAAAAAAS0/L9bvK0PloOw/s1600-h/Hope_by_tanya_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SMdcyh8nCTI/AAAAAAAAAS0/L9bvK0PloOw/s320/Hope_by_tanya_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244262314272033074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be Well Princess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-857851479314865189?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/857851479314865189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=857851479314865189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/857851479314865189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/857851479314865189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-news-yet-but-hope-everything-goes-on.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SMdcyh8nCTI/AAAAAAAAAS0/L9bvK0PloOw/s72-c/Hope_by_tanya_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-9157965736904579987</id><published>2008-09-07T23:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T01:20:28.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SMQBxuXldZI/AAAAAAAAASs/G9NDv-YrzCs/s1600-h/Boy_with_a_flower_by_luvcharlie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SMQBxuXldZI/AAAAAAAAASs/G9NDv-YrzCs/s320/Boy_with_a_flower_by_luvcharlie2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243317819938272658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm always terrible at finding the right words to console,&lt;br /&gt;but you know what i want to say. I'm praying you're asleep now.&lt;br /&gt;Please be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have gotten pretty hectic recently, with work entertainment duties driving and stuffs. Consecutively waking up in the wee hours of the day ain't like me at all, but apparently its happening. I'm so used to making impromptu decisions that pre-planning seems so largely alien, yet im being forced to make decisions and give immediate answers for plans that are weeks later. Fortunately things are picking up and im starting to adapt to it, maybe just a little, but its a start. I just hate it when plans clashes and i have to weigh my piorities and make a choice. And when i start work at turf city, i'd have an even harder time trying to fit everything in. Time is so not enough.&lt;br /&gt;CFG performance concluded perfectly today. Thank goodness Xuan You and Monica were around, or i'd probably wouldn't be able to cope with the mixer projector live feed all at one short. Thanks. And April, have a safe flight to Japan again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-9157965736904579987?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/9157965736904579987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=9157965736904579987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/9157965736904579987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/9157965736904579987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-always-terrible-at-finding-right.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SMQBxuXldZI/AAAAAAAAASs/G9NDv-YrzCs/s72-c/Boy_with_a_flower_by_luvcharlie2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-8979248328266366857</id><published>2008-09-05T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T01:42:22.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Princess says i am to blog before twelve, made it out like i'm some Cinderella rushing before the twelfth strike of the clock. And here i am, though i'm an hour odd late. Penalty, replies her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the word family just don't feel right. Sometimes you'd just mumble to yourself, 'why are you not like some other mom or dad?' And maybe, just maybe, when you think things are getting better, something crops up and messes up everything.  It happens, it always does. My parents makes me frustrated and irritated, and i always give them headaches when i retaliate big time. But that aside, there's always this part of me that knows the quarrels wouldn't inflict huge consequences, because at the end of the day, i still love them and i know they do love me. So babe, don't give up on them no matter how bad things get alright. I know you truly want them to understand and to trust you more. They'd come to get the point. So persevere girl, persevere. Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count Dracula just wants love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting kind of hard to believe things are going to get better&lt;br /&gt;I've been drowning too long to believe that the tide's going to turn&lt;br /&gt;And I've been living too hard to believe things are going to get easier now&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to shake off the pain of the lessons I've learned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I see Van Helsing, I swear to the Lord I will slay him&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ha-ha-ha&lt;br /&gt;He'd take you from me, but I swear, I won't let it be so&lt;br /&gt;Ah-ha-ha-ha&lt;br /&gt;Blood will run down his face when he is decapitated&lt;br /&gt;Ah&lt;br /&gt;His head on my mantle is how I will let this world know, how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die, die, die&lt;br /&gt;I can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason Segal - Dracula's Lament Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-8979248328266366857?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/8979248328266366857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=8979248328266366857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8979248328266366857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8979248328266366857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/09/princess-says-i-am-to-blog-before.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-8080450718009434189</id><published>2008-08-29T18:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T02:35:47.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance. &lt;/span&gt;Interesting concept eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Horizon, Martel, Chivas, Mahjong, Poker, thats how i've spent my entire friday afternoon, and still counting. Seriously, those friends of mine stresses me out in mahjong, all big wins, nobody plays small. Full tiles, half colour, thirteen one, rahhh. And there i am, laughing at my tiles while playing. Crazy peeps. =) Gave up playing, im better off watching my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HBO&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nickelodeon&lt;/span&gt;! Yes. Ain't done with drinking yet, its going to be one wasted on booze evening and night. Drowning in booze, its a good time for it. I'M PUKING AND HOPING ID JUST FALL TO BED. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Von, you are a big time love. That sensitivity.&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/7984633155054390822-8080450718009434189?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/8080450718009434189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=8080450718009434189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8080450718009434189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8080450718009434189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-one-is-in-love-one-always-begins.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-4958640862692544391</id><published>2008-08-29T02:37:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T03:05:04.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SLbzC_nD78I/AAAAAAAAASE/nUqdTx9MEaI/s1600-h/alone_by_buaiansayapanomali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SLbzC_nD78I/AAAAAAAAASE/nUqdTx9MEaI/s320/alone_by_buaiansayapanomali.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239642449252708290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes somethings just make you uncomfortable, and there are times when you have absolutely no way of explaining nor expressing the displeasure, because you don't know how to and its not possible. And all that is left to do is to try and suppress it, and hopes it goes away. Sadly, tonight's one such night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, met up with mary and cheryl. Chilled and caught up quite a bit. Walked around the entire clarke quay and decided on Crazy Elephant. Bad choice cause their Jagerbomb was horribly prepared. Apparently it was their first order ever. Cheryl was pissed, iffing pissed. We shall have it at some other place eh babe. All in all, great night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't help but smile at your stupid face expression.&lt;/span&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/7984633155054390822-4958640862692544391?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/4958640862692544391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=4958640862692544391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/4958640862692544391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/4958640862692544391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/08/sometimes-somethings-just-make-you.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SLbzC_nD78I/AAAAAAAAASE/nUqdTx9MEaI/s72-c/alone_by_buaiansayapanomali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-7070220343745256909</id><published>2008-08-25T02:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T02:17:22.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everytime I think I'm closer to the heart&lt;br /&gt;Of what it means to know just who I am&lt;br /&gt;I think I've finally found a better place to start&lt;br /&gt;But no one ever seems to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to try to get to where you are&lt;br /&gt;Could it be you're not that far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the voice I hear inside my head&lt;br /&gt;The reason that I'm singing&lt;br /&gt;I need to find you&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find you&lt;br /&gt;You're the missing piece I need&lt;br /&gt;The song inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I need to find you&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find you&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the remedy I'm searching hard to find&lt;br /&gt;To fix the puzzle that I see inside&lt;br /&gt;Painting all my dreams the color of your smile&lt;br /&gt;When I find you it will be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been feeling lost&lt;br /&gt;Cant find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;Spending all my time stuck in yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Where you are is where I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Oh next to you, and you next to me&lt;br /&gt;Ohh...&lt;br /&gt;I need to find you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gotta find you - Joe Jonas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-7070220343745256909?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/7070220343745256909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=7070220343745256909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/7070220343745256909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/7070220343745256909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/08/everytime-i-think-im-closer-to-heart-of.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-177845945826023023</id><published>2008-08-23T22:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:47:27.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>John Steinbeck once wrote&lt;span class="body"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure on the world&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. As happens sometimes when moments settled, and pivot, and remained. For much more than a moment, and the sounds stopped, and the moments stopped. For much much more than a moment, and that moment is gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honestly, they always vanish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-177845945826023023?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/177845945826023023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=177845945826023023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/177845945826023023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/177845945826023023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/08/john-steinbeck-once-wrote-it-seems-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-1026372723653168007</id><published>2008-08-20T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:56:23.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Put cookies and milk on your nightstand.&lt;/span&gt; Its supposed to be helping you have a good night's sleep. Tested and trusted apparently. Im too much of a heavy sleeper to be needing those, but supper does help. Monday evening marks the end of my papers, which means its the holidays, which also means boredom. I should probably get a vocational job sometime soon, have a standard routine to follow. That aside, i'd need time to hang out and play too. And not forgetting, i've tons of projects to complete. Time's way too short. GRUMBLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law, never considered, hard to say now. Met a couple of people from the Law faculty recently. Anil's students, Arbishat's friends. Life experiences sharing were great, surprising how similar yet so very different lives could be. From well to do, to not so well to do, from wasting life away to gaining wisdom and leading life a little more fruitfully. How's mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary babe, shall talk to you real soon. Meantime, cheer up alrights, its gonna be fine. Practice makes perfect.&lt;br /&gt;And, good luck to those taking their papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I put down the phone, and deep inside, it was a rush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-1026372723653168007?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/1026372723653168007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=1026372723653168007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/1026372723653168007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/1026372723653168007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/08/put-cookies-and-milk-on-your-nightstand.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-5532079096933402549</id><published>2008-08-17T01:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T02:20:40.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love is a much more barbaric emotion than we think. It doesn't civilize or soften the edges of life at all. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salman Rushdie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Germany, Melbourne, Los Angeles, Canada, Sydney, Britain, New Zealand, United States, Perth, United Kingdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fancy a salt-and-pepper goatee? Listening to perfect 10, the songs played for the past half an hour's making my emotions go haywire. Knots in my chest, butterflies in my stomach and i simply don't get it. Must be the songs, damn my emotion nerves. And i thought i heard an explosion, when its actually those stupid retards trying to wake the whole world up with their bike engines. Retards. And not surprisingly, my body isn't taking my late nights, unbalanced diet, 24/7 staying up and Martel drinking, that well. I need to tune back my body clock. Ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When things don't go your way, keep a positive attitude, there's always a way out. Please sleep well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/7984633155054390822-5532079096933402549?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/5532079096933402549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=5532079096933402549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/5532079096933402549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/5532079096933402549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-is-much-more-barbaric-emotion-than.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-3027547952868959799</id><published>2008-08-16T01:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:57:34.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All is pretty well, the grumbling stopped. One part of it that is, theres the other part. I read this article, and a certain part i feel it was a good observation; 'Moms carry their children facing in, protected, while dads tend to carry their kids facing out, ready to take on the world. Combined, a mother and father give their kids everything they need: a secure place to venture from and the confidence to do so.' Agree? Yes, but the problems lies here. To what extent should a mom protect their child, and what happens when instead of performing their role as a dad, they do the opposite, becoming more of a mom? Overly protective and sensitive ain't good, imagine it doubled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dug up my collection of old Reader's Digest. The habit of reading them is resurfacing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, went for don's birthday party bbq. The place's iffing far, took us more than an hour and a half to get to his condo. Birthday boy and his friends went zouking after bbq ended and the rest of us decided to chill and drink at blue horizon. I backed out thou, my body's calling for rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitting the sack, now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-3027547952868959799?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/3027547952868959799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=3027547952868959799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/3027547952868959799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/3027547952868959799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-is-pretty-well-grumbling-stopped.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-6103869707614674946</id><published>2008-08-13T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T01:29:12.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe i have no rights in saying anything, i know i have my flaws and my attitudes and my neglections. But, since you don't think it's worth telling me your feelings or trying to make things better, and instead just talking among yourselves, i seriously don't see the point in it anymore. Superficial and hypocrisy? Im starting to get a bigger picture of everything. Don't get me wrong, i figured everything out way before, i just chose not to kick up a big fuss. I asked you if it was me, you denied. I gave you a chance to outrightly tell me my faults, you chose to throw that aside. Clearly, you didnt bother,  and I don't see why i should. Im way pass that stage of pointing fingers, and up to this point im not going to start getting defensive with every issue that had been brought up, obviously away from my ears and some totally absurd. Im just expressing my disappointment, and because its you people, it makes it much worst to handle. Things will be different, no doubt i will forget, but i cannot deny they existed. All i can say is, we have different values and definitions, and that I finally know where i stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upsetting issues aside, I had my first driving lesson today. Iffing scary, freaked me out. Tiring, but satisfying. And did i mention that I agree with mary, the guy's totally like a sugar daddy. I hope i don't screw up when im on the road next lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-6103869707614674946?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/6103869707614674946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=6103869707614674946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/6103869707614674946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/6103869707614674946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/08/maybe-i-have-no-rights-in-saying.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-2419360107881804642</id><published>2008-08-11T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T01:06:20.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;so I could be born in your eyes and die in your lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;An eventful awesome week,&lt;br /&gt;Over in the blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;Great company comes great fun,&lt;br /&gt;And you want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday Ade, FISHES!&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/7984633155054390822-2419360107881804642?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/2419360107881804642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=2419360107881804642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/2419360107881804642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/2419360107881804642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-i-could-be-born-in-your-eyes-and-die.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-9187562380136074193</id><published>2008-08-08T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T01:45:40.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Doomsday. Exams in a few days time, and its freaking us all out. Seven papers and to think we thought we only have a paper like whats showed on our schedule. Last minute mugging as usual, everybody's panicking yet not really rushing through. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess wants to go for diving. It seems like everyone around me's taking on diving. Mary just got her diving licence. Tempted and making me regret saying not so soon, when mom asked me about it few years back if i wanted to take up diving. Thing is, it was so sudden i thought she was joking. I asked her just, she said she was serious about it. Nevermind, shall wait til i get my driving licence before i start on diving, that is if i could wait til then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn to control my temptations, do something about wanting to do so many stuffs at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cry on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If the hero never comes to you &lt;br /&gt;If you need someone you're feeling blue &lt;br /&gt;If you're away from love and you're alone &lt;br /&gt;If you call your friends and nobody's home &lt;br /&gt;You can run away but you can't hide &lt;br /&gt;Through a storm and through a lonely night &lt;br /&gt;Then I show you there's a destiny &lt;br /&gt;The best things in life&lt;br /&gt;They're free &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you wanna cry &lt;br /&gt;Cry on my shoulder &lt;br /&gt;If you need someone who cares for you &lt;br /&gt;If you're feeling sad your heart gets colder &lt;br /&gt;Yes I show you what real love can do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your sky is grey oh let me know &lt;br /&gt;There's a place in heaven where we'll go &lt;br /&gt;If heaven is a million years away &lt;br /&gt;Oh just call me and I make your day &lt;br /&gt;When the nights are getting cold and blue &lt;br /&gt;When the days are getting hard for you &lt;br /&gt;I will always stay here by your side &lt;br /&gt;I promise you I'll never hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;She looks so charm &amp;amp; demure, its almost perfect.&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/7984633155054390822-9187562380136074193?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/9187562380136074193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=9187562380136074193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/9187562380136074193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/9187562380136074193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/08/doomsday.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-103590763408133623</id><published>2008-08-07T12:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:56:23.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy 21st Nicole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam's place, nicole's place, the surprise, the car ride, and the crazy early morning madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, all it takes is just a simple gesture, a little concern, or a short while. Just that little bit, it could make a whole lot of difference. Funny how simple it could get. No motives, no wanting, just plain happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your're welcome princess. =)&lt;br /&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/7984633155054390822-103590763408133623?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/103590763408133623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=103590763408133623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/103590763408133623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/103590763408133623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-21st-nicole.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-7895207922291112673</id><published>2008-08-05T14:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T00:38:22.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ms grace venedict, i want the shots please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking around, observing and watching, im simply astonished. Astonished at how fast things moves, how fast situation changes. I used to pray that time would run to a standstill, where everything would remain as its happiest second. But it isnt so much so, ever since.. &lt;strong&gt;Trust yourself&lt;/strong&gt; and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see nic sleeping, just right across the room. I see wani roaming her japanese 'P'. I see Edmund, Alvin, Don, and God playing viwawa. I see Chia, Dawei, Sherwin, Tze, Xun checking out Nigel's eyecandy. I see myself looking at my phone. Presenting, the class. Im screwed, all thanks to the projects and papers. School loves being a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The princess should not be angry, sweeter posts. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-7895207922291112673?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/7895207922291112673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=7895207922291112673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/7895207922291112673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/7895207922291112673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/08/ms-grace-venedict-i-want-shots-please.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-6942633795520103133</id><published>2008-08-02T22:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:57:11.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know those sweets jackpot machines in arcades that has big prizes? The colleagues  got addicted. Apparently, we were unwilling to be Samaritans and to just hand out the the machine thats halfway to jackpot. An addictive sure-win game. The proof of a cunning yet astonishingly clever business package. Anyways, Yoko Yoko's the saviour of the night, though its now burning my knees and making my eyes tear. Stupid rheumatism, must be the weather. Shoots. Wanted to go to Singfest but tickets were sold out ages ago. Jasmine has VIP passes, ahhh. Give me live feed. Oh and I still haven't gotten the shots yet, hurry please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A much better mood she is in now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-6942633795520103133?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/6942633795520103133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=6942633795520103133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/6942633795520103133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/6942633795520103133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-know-those-sweets-jackpot-machines.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-7172272650323038710</id><published>2008-08-02T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T01:39:05.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday Weiqi, we love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long road down, the years spent together. Watching and observing how every single one of us grew and matured together. Friends, never underestimate its role.&lt;br /&gt;Been donkey years since we last hanged out, doing our usual all time favourite hobby, camwhoring. The not so smart me brought my cam, but forgot the memory card. Rawrrr. Luckily grace brought hers. Camwhored outside giraffe, such singapore lovers we are, shots laters. Had a good talk with grace and mary, heavy topic, yet somehow light-heartedly as we came to conclusions and reasons why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes happening around, some suprising, some expected, but all in all pretty positive. Such stuffs are unavoidable, its a matter of how one look at it and take it. Indeed somethings might not turn out the way it was supposed to be, but come to think of it, it might be the best for all afterall. My opinion; don't worry, know what you're doing, trust yourself in it, and go all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waking up from the wrong side of the bed, how bad could it get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/7984633155054390822-7172272650323038710?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/7172272650323038710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=7172272650323038710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/7172272650323038710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/7172272650323038710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-weiqi-we-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-6841196546209082941</id><published>2008-07-29T12:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T15:24:23.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How very frickled minded i could get, waking up this morning deciding to skip school, but changed my mind at the very last minute because i was lazy to take a bus myself. Retarded. Stucked in school now, cross msn ing just across the room. Its strang how the word classmates holds a different meaning now. I guess everybody's moved to the age of maturity where they have their own lives and own other group of friends. I prefer it that way. Maybe just lacking in the emotional confiding part, but yet still close, unlike those environment where you have to be wary of one another every other minute. Its true that everyone are emotionally closer to people outside, but the main thing is we're still pretty much comfortable being around and talking about personal stuffs. The same goes for being in a relationship. One of what that keeps it going is that both parties are comfortable in protraying their true selves before each other. If they could get to that stage, ultimately they're going to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, its good to see someone depressed for sometime, finally laughing and enjoying her new found motivation in life. This, im referring to nicole. And im delighted! =D&lt;br /&gt;Germany? Im having little hesitations. Nevermind, i shall seek guidance soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pastas and Sausages&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-6841196546209082941?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/6841196546209082941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=6841196546209082941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/6841196546209082941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/6841196546209082941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-very-frickled-minded-i-could-get.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-7117154718948815168</id><published>2008-07-29T00:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T01:47:15.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Princess says im to blog, and i shall before i sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing from my previous post, sneaking out for food. We were so bored we decided to laugh at ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassing Stuffs:&lt;br /&gt;1. Nic had crumbs all over her mouth when two good looking guys walked past. And she went 'oh no, why didnt you tell me before hand?'&lt;br /&gt;2. Wani had crumbs on her eyebrows too, but she went saying 'omg, i have cum on my brows' (not surprising thou. ha)&lt;br /&gt;3. I had crumbs on my hair too, plus i tripped and nearly fell off the steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRUMBS ON FACE DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me why do i have such a bunch of crazy nutty classmates? And most importantly, why am i being as crazy as them? Madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you make a decision, there's always a possibility that you might lose or gain. The catch is, would you make that decision, at the risk of knowing you might lose everything that you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your presence'&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/7984633155054390822-7117154718948815168?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/7117154718948815168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=7117154718948815168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/7117154718948815168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/7117154718948815168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/07/princess-says-im-to-blog-and-i-shall.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-2446539232484760281</id><published>2008-07-28T14:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T14:36:35.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The classroom looks so dead now. Lucky me for the desktops and stupid noisy crazy classmates, and dumb Nic staring as i type, i'd be pronounced dead and boredom as the cause. Was browsing Sherwin's ipod, i just realised its been 123456 years since i last downloaded songs. Shoots. And so poor Sherwin had to be good and send me his songs, and that is definately not a simple feat. Jonathan says music was bad at MOS that night, awful till the last 8 songs. TG we left for Zouk. Seriously im dreading for the next lesson cause i'm officially late for assignment submission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh how shitty school can get, just with all that overdued projects and assignments. don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss pat too, it just feels weird not seeing u around. Nevermind, this evening it shall be. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. NIC IS STILL STARING AND LAUGHING AT MY SCREEN! REPLY YOUR GUY LUH! and she goes 'yarr, very funny'&lt;br /&gt;we are sneaking out for food now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-2446539232484760281?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/2446539232484760281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=2446539232484760281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/2446539232484760281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/2446539232484760281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/07/classroom-looks-so-dead-now.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-1740094526223400825</id><published>2008-07-27T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:24:55.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One Jaded Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you subject yourself to the label others give you or would you stand by who you really are? Confounding. A question placed on internal strength and wisdom. Random. Anyway, finding myself in certain situations needing to be handled in the best way possible. And considering the fact that i've been pushing them off and telling myself nows still early to decide, i'm started to even dread thinking about them. But this is one such night when everything just starts cramming in at the same time. I feel uncomfortable, and the coughing just makes it worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zouking last night. I was not high, i think the sleepiness got to me, and i wasnt moving around much, but i enjoyed totally still. How can i not, with two pretty ladies around? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And, Happy House-Warming babe. I love your place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April; Apparently someone's going to be attached again. Whats his name, i forgot. Anyways, flying off to Japan, back to town in five days time, and off you go again. Never ending hectic job of yours. But oh wells, you better make yourself free when Genevieve's back from Melbourne. Party time! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LG,&lt;br /&gt;TG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-1740094526223400825?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/1740094526223400825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=1740094526223400825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/1740094526223400825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/1740094526223400825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-jaded-night-would-you-subject.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-8304587423007990406</id><published>2008-07-24T22:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T00:40:43.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I hate it when things start re-running, the way i don't want it to be.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A thin line separating patience and forbearance.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Kids are so irritating, pissing us off like its a natural thing to do. Expecting us to give them our full attention all the time. I mean its understandable that when they don't get the attention they want at home, they'll expect us to give them what they lack. Still, it gets too much. Imagine being surrounded by kids, each pestering u to comment on their new stuffs, or telling u what happened in school. Are we hired as nannies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backtracking. Someone was worried, over something which i don't think she should even consider thinking about. Because it totally makes no sense cause relationship's all willing and fair. Enjoying ever single phase is what that matters and it doesnt do any good denying yourself a chance to be happy just because something else doesnt work out well. Shall eleborate next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY VON (pardon my hair, madness)&lt;br /&gt;and i looked horrible in all the shots, shoots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SIiiqZ8oaCI/AAAAAAAAARs/nJ4sCP9-mB4/s1600-h/n1264647513_30079184_6394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SIiiqZ8oaCI/AAAAAAAAARs/nJ4sCP9-mB4/s320/n1264647513_30079184_6394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226606216966858786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SIil1BKmhLI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HwyceNYtzHo/s1600-h/hongyue..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SIil1BKmhLI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HwyceNYtzHo/s320/hongyue..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226609697828013234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, you can blog. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-8304587423007990406?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/8304587423007990406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=8304587423007990406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8304587423007990406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8304587423007990406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-hate-it-when-things-start-re-running.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SIiiqZ8oaCI/AAAAAAAAARs/nJ4sCP9-mB4/s72-c/n1264647513_30079184_6394.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-5448878527303443535</id><published>2008-07-20T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T00:59:51.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I must say, i'm starting to get extremely skeptical about the term understanding. Is it just me, that whenever i have my own guess of what the other party's thinking, be it a friend or someone much more than that, it turns out completely the opposite. Leaving me to wonder, how on earth could i be that wrong? Is it that hard to comprehend the art of understanding? Then again, how possible is it to be able to fully and totally understand someone, and to be able to guess correctly the other party's thoughts all the time? Even telepathy doesn't work this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, was out shopping with mommy and sarah. Call me fickle-minded, cause i actually spent hours trying to chose my pair of shoes. Not too big yet not too small, not too simple yet not too complicated. Gees, could u imagine my mom accompanying me to look for that one pair of shoes! Finally, i settled with Lee Cooper's white/red Enzo. I love my mommy. Oh and i bought this transformers polo tee, red logo, love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Princess, i updated. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-5448878527303443535?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/5448878527303443535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=5448878527303443535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/5448878527303443535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/5448878527303443535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-must-say-im-starting-to-get-extremely.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-8222668302132203532</id><published>2008-07-17T00:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T02:03:25.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;mesmerized,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-8222668302132203532?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/8222668302132203532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=8222668302132203532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8222668302132203532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8222668302132203532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/07/mesmerized.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-764766718032899248</id><published>2008-07-09T22:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:00:49.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;DEDICATED TO PAT&lt;/span&gt;, yes babe i just saw the post, (which is around 30 hours later only =D) its really sweet, thanks. and u silly, sleepy head still book the test so early. oh wells, don't be upset alright girl, moreover, maybe we might be able to book our ftt together. and all the best for your POLITE, i seriously cant wait to see u on court. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all time favourite&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; LOVE YA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-764766718032899248?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/764766718032899248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=764766718032899248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/764766718032899248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/764766718032899248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/07/dedicated-to-pat-yes-babe-i-just-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-7831948846722412762</id><published>2008-07-02T23:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T01:38:28.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SGu7g644m4I/AAAAAAAAARM/-JMY53eJuSM/s1600-h/tattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SGu7g644m4I/AAAAAAAAARM/-JMY53eJuSM/s320/tattoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218470767476906882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is getting &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABSURD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, my papers are over but in comes the projects. its iffing never-ending. condemn the entire second year. CONDEMN. anyways im so used to being independent, so much so that dependency seems alien to me. im happy with my life, but not contented. call it greediness, but as far as im concerned, its plain motivation. i want better grades, i want a great future, i want a fantastic career, i want to drive, i want a car, and i want to be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FILTHY RICH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. im extremely grateful for having my family as who they are, i love my friends and i love my job now (in particular the colleagues there), but there's just this little part missing, if you get what i mean. then again, its not that much of a big deal and im NOT consoling myself. rah rah rah, im just blabbering and complaining non-stop. be contented sab. oh and not forgetting, i want to get myself inked again. apparently i must have forgotten the pain and got myself addicted. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL SO DISORGANIZED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;please get me a fairy-godmother, a father will do too.&lt;br /&gt;i just want my three wishes, and no worries,&lt;br /&gt;every last wish would be the wish for another three more wishes.&lt;br /&gt;greedy again? nah, its called smart.&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/7984633155054390822-7831948846722412762?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/7831948846722412762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=7831948846722412762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/7831948846722412762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/7831948846722412762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-getting-absurd-my-papers-are.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SGu7g644m4I/AAAAAAAAARM/-JMY53eJuSM/s72-c/tattoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-3014025009563475689</id><published>2008-06-25T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T00:13:12.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SGJosBpJlZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/viNpq7N052o/s1600-h/lucas_scott__in_one_tree_hill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SGJosBpJlZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/viNpq7N052o/s320/lucas_scott__in_one_tree_hill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215846424013018514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that crave for balling, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ravens, 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry im entirely utterly superdy duperdy lazy to blog, my fingers aint wanting to press on the keys. please go back to mugging sab. papers are killers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;free me from the headaches,&lt;/span&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/7984633155054390822-3014025009563475689?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/3014025009563475689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=3014025009563475689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/3014025009563475689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/3014025009563475689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/06/that-crave-for-balling-ravens-3.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SGJosBpJlZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/viNpq7N052o/s72-c/lucas_scott__in_one_tree_hill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-118365778184084482</id><published>2008-06-11T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T01:35:06.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a yes or a no, it makes no difference, and so much so that i would maintain my stand as oblivious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partying on thurs, the destressing before facing my major stress blocks, projects and msts. goodness.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; please send me a time-turner, or bring me to Narnia.&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/7984633155054390822-118365778184084482?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/118365778184084482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=118365778184084482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/118365778184084482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/118365778184084482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/06/yes-or-no-it-makes-no-difference-and-so.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-1514784420348544165</id><published>2008-06-07T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T02:03:35.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A twist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im starting to wonder how fate works, seriously - randomly or just waiting for the right moment - before that connection that spark? right, enough of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, was at sunset way's steamboat with mary cheryl and nicole, but she left for work soon after. i loved that salmon! pricey thou, id prefer sakura or sakae. oh and they have this rule of a wastage of 100g and a fine of 5 bucks, which lead us to stuffing our left-over food under the stove. i know this sounds bad but we were seriously bloated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my first week of holiday's ending, or rather we should name it the study week. im way behind schedule, with tons of work on hand, 4 major projects, 2 mini ones and 6 papers dued the week school reopens. people say its taking the first step thats the hardest and yes, i completely agree. ive not started on a single thing and im practically DREADING to do so. GEES! school's driving me nuts! the saying goes 'what a bitch'. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sex and the city was good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;COLOURS BABY, AND LOADS OF CRAYONS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-1514784420348544165?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/1514784420348544165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=1514784420348544165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/1514784420348544165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/1514784420348544165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/06/twist-im-starting-to-wonder-how-fate.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-6993339294075271925</id><published>2008-06-04T01:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T01:53:34.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i saw an angel of that im sure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she smiled at me on the subway,&lt;br /&gt;she was with another man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went mugging with nicole and then headed to ccab for their match. ended the night with a spicy dinner/supper, food with additional ingredient of my perspiration. i was laterally on fire. but it was really a good meal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SEWCrKezbLI/AAAAAAAAAQw/V8koCv1vfxY/s1600-h/DSC00217..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SEWCrKezbLI/AAAAAAAAAQw/V8koCv1vfxY/s320/DSC00217..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207712222183386290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SEWB3d97UZI/AAAAAAAAAQo/bDJUIJy3NDM/s1600-h/DSC00209..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SEWB3d97UZI/AAAAAAAAAQo/bDJUIJy3NDM/s320/DSC00209..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207711334061003154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SEWBXNGzNlI/AAAAAAAAAQg/vK6eKI0FZak/s1600-h/DSC00211..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SEWBXNGzNlI/AAAAAAAAAQg/vK6eKI0FZak/s320/DSC00211..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207710779779003986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SEWAakY_5iI/AAAAAAAAAQY/bryPchXRg-o/s1600-h/DSC00221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SEWAakY_5iI/AAAAAAAAAQY/bryPchXRg-o/s320/DSC00221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207709738057328162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;second thoughts again,&lt;br /&gt;pretending.&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/7984633155054390822-6993339294075271925?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/6993339294075271925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=6993339294075271925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/6993339294075271925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/6993339294075271925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-saw-angel-of-that-im-sure-she-smiled.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SEWCrKezbLI/AAAAAAAAAQw/V8koCv1vfxY/s72-c/DSC00217..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-2156338348661369671</id><published>2008-06-03T01:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T02:03:19.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE CREW AT SAKAE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00175-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 332px; 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height: 290px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/DSC00158.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00159.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 219px; height: 291px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/DSC00159.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00133.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 218px; height: 291px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/DSC00133.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00144.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 219px; height: 290px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/DSC00144.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00135.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 341px; height: 254px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/DSC00135.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00165.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 344px; height: 257px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/DSC00165.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00142.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 342px; height: 256px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/DSC00142.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOONEY TUNES CRAZE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00177.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 222px; height: 292px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/DSC00177.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00183.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 226px; height: 299px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/DSC00183.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00192.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 343px; height: 254px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/DSC00192.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00195.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 259px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/DSC00195.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheerios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(shots are incomplete. uploading sucks.)&lt;/span&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/7984633155054390822-2156338348661369671?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/2156338348661369671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=2156338348661369671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/2156338348661369671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/2156338348661369671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/06/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-2072126275758672192</id><published>2008-06-02T01:37:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T03:15:20.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; don't think my fantasies are ever gonna come true, come to think of it, i think its nearing impossible. but then again, i still allowed myself that little bit of hope, which is, in fact, not a really good sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/ms pretty eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole crashed my place, after we'd given up trying to mug in the foodcourt of westmall. the food's too tempting, its becoming a huge distraction, to the extent of me buying crackers to soothe my cravings. its supposed to be a mugging day but our old habits acted up, make a guess. kudos if you got it right, shopping! we ended up buying polotees and berms. goodness, self-control is definately not in our dictionary. anyways, we headed to my place for dinner, and then mugging again with my lappie supplying music. and and and... camwhoring time! coincidence, my yellow polo ralph shirt was lying on my bed where nicole's wearing her green polo ralph. there goes the beginning of the polo ralph couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SELexrZAT6I/AAAAAAAAAQA/80-oJiNh7o8/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SELexrZAT6I/AAAAAAAAAQA/80-oJiNh7o8/s320/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206969064236273570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, credits to yvonne for the pictures. couldnt remember the exact date but it was sometime few weeks ago when we were at kbox fooling around under the freezing conditions. spot yvonne's 'blanket'?  and these arnt all the shots, there're still loads of unglam candids. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SELf1LZAT7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/rPl_vIjZlGI/s1600-h/1_531884910l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SELf1LZAT7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/rPl_vIjZlGI/s320/1_531884910l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206970223877443506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SELhpLZAT8I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/20QL9JcWN1U/s1600-h/1_166412208l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SELhpLZAT8I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/20QL9JcWN1U/s320/1_166412208l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206972216742268866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sakae buffet tmr before training, i wonder if i could run after the predicted full and huge tummy? oh wells, i seriously need to ball, im missing the feel of it. and definately the mates! and pat, i want movies. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;miracles please, just that tiny one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-2072126275758672192?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/2072126275758672192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=2072126275758672192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/2072126275758672192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/2072126275758672192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-dont-think-my-fantasies-are-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SELexrZAT6I/AAAAAAAAAQA/80-oJiNh7o8/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-7732447158118449021</id><published>2008-05-31T23:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T23:48:11.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love dictates, but a kiss writes the secrets of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home sweet home, feel the warmth of mommy's cooking. had the day off from work, stayed home entirely being a great kid. totally glued to the television set, i never had time to enjoy saturdays movies and i loved it. sarah and i had fun playing with masks, understanding the idiom, hiding behind a veil/mask. anyways, was window shopping in town with nicole yesterday, and we came across this particular revoltage rainbow-ed cap. now im craving for new caps. and it was great talking to you again, pq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SEFw8bZAT4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/6uy2B2-HUXM/s1600-h/31052008%28001%29..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SEFw8bZAT4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/6uy2B2-HUXM/s320/31052008%28001%29..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206566827664101250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SEFxvrZAT5I/AAAAAAAAAP4/oS79BAIocGk/s1600-h/DSC00030..jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SEFxvrZAT5I/AAAAAAAAAP4/oS79BAIocGk/s1600-h/DSC00030..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SEFxvrZAT5I/AAAAAAAAAP4/oS79BAIocGk/s320/DSC00030..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206567708132396946" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;im completely mesmerized,&lt;br /&gt;her eyes.&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/7984633155054390822-7732447158118449021?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/7732447158118449021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=7732447158118449021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/7732447158118449021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/7732447158118449021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-dictates-but-kiss-writes-secrets.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SEFw8bZAT4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/6uy2B2-HUXM/s72-c/31052008%28001%29..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-6627990781626906187</id><published>2008-05-31T01:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T22:48:16.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im such an idiot trying to upload the shots using blogger's picture uploader. its frigginggggg slow! GEES! thank goodness there's our dear photobucket, please ppl, learn to appreciate photobucket. =) and i didnt upload all the shots, there were too many, and im simply too lazy. anyways yes, im still processing how to use my cam to its fullest, and that explains the weird picture modes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HARRYS WITH NICOLE AND RUIPING,&lt;br /&gt;after serious consideration of choice between coffee club or harrys. we just couldnt resist the 50 percent discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00061.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 254px; height: 337px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/DSC00061.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00063.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 253px; height: 333px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/DSC00063.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00064.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 259px; height: 343px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/DSC00064.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00065.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 261px; height: 344px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/DSC00065.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00052.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 264px; height: 317px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/DSC00052.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00044.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 402px; height: 300px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/DSC00044.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00066.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 405px; height: 302px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/DSC00066.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the cab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00084.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 409px; height: 305px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/DSC00084.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARAH'S BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY GIRL,&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU BETTER NOT LOSE YOUR MP3 AGAIN, OR ID SKIN YOU ALIVE. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 420px; height: 314px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/DSC00010.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00021.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 417px; height: 311px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/DSC00021.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 256px; height: 340px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/DSC00008.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00019.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 253px; height: 334px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/DSC00019.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00014.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 254px; height: 336px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/DSC00014.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARY'S PLACE.&lt;br /&gt;crashed her place today. nearly broke her bed with the two of us on it, laughing and rolling about non-stop. I LOVE THAT HUGEMONGEMOUS BABY TAZ. BUT I LOVE YOUR RED ELMO MORE. take it out please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=30052008009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 268px; height: 352px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/30052008009.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=30052008008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 272px; height: 362px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/30052008008.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and, aint those balloons just so lovely? you want it, ask nicole to buy it for u please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/?action=view&amp;amp;current=30052008011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 270px; height: 358px;" src="http://i189.photobucket.com/albums/z77/sabrixxx/30052008011.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;branded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-6627990781626906187?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/6627990781626906187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=6627990781626906187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/6627990781626906187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/6627990781626906187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/05/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-4243261379907686227</id><published>2008-05-24T23:21:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:44:45.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First Four Pictures Credited to Ta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at simlim and at hume's ave bbq.&lt;br /&gt;loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDgzMbZATmI/AAAAAAAAANg/jFsud-r-YdY/s1600-h/17..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDgzMbZATmI/AAAAAAAAANg/jFsud-r-YdY/s320/17..JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203965658030689890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDgzMbZATmI/AAAAAAAAANg/jFsud-r-YdY/s1600-h/17..JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDgzMbZATmI/AAAAAAAAANg/jFsud-r-YdY/s1600-h/17..JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDg0fLZATnI/AAAAAAAAANo/cIQ7ChKtKGE/s1600-h/17.+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDg0fLZATnI/AAAAAAAAANo/cIQ7ChKtKGE/s320/17.+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203967079664864882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDgzMbZATmI/AAAAAAAAANg/jFsud-r-YdY/s1600-h/17..JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDg2ebZATpI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2w9wFqU7GNw/s1600-h/17.+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDg2ebZATpI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2w9wFqU7GNw/s320/17.+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203969265803218578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDg1p7ZAToI/AAAAAAAAANw/rzCtHlO-_6Y/s1600-h/17.+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDg1p7ZAToI/AAAAAAAAANw/rzCtHlO-_6Y/s320/17.+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203968363860086402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this dumb blonde crashed into our school. stay h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;appy, girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDg35bZATsI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/uaBbCd4QDqY/s1600-h/21052008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDg35bZATsI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/uaBbCd4QDqY/s320/21052008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203970829171314370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April's long forgotten united states chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;she's away again, thats the thing about being an air stewardess. ah wells. misses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDg4RLZATtI/AAAAAAAAAOY/udpDi9HW22Q/s1600-h/23052008%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDg4RLZATtI/AAAAAAAAAOY/udpDi9HW22Q/s320/23052008%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203971237193207506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE ARTWORKS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mary's half drawn graffiti on my psp cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDg49bZATuI/AAAAAAAAAOg/9_jGbgwHUEw/s1600-h/23052008%28006%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDg49bZATuI/AAAAAAAAAOg/9_jGbgwHUEw/s320/23052008%28006%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203971997402418914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDhFObZAT0I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/NJM3iRN2UXE/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDhFObZAT0I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/NJM3iRN2UXE/s320/collage1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203985483599728450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDg5orZATvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/JtzVlo0tfHk/s1600-h/sab+black+white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDg5orZATvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/JtzVlo0tfHk/s320/sab+black+white.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203972740431761138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDg6YLZATwI/AAAAAAAAAOw/gcL9jlZJRK0/s1600-h/marilyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDg6YLZATwI/AAAAAAAAAOw/gcL9jlZJRK0/s320/marilyn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203973556475547394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDg6iLZATxI/AAAAAAAAAO4/htAYnt1fnQU/s1600-h/star.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDg6iLZATxI/AAAAAAAAAO4/htAYnt1fnQU/s320/star.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203973728274239250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, it's taught in schools. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDg8KrZATzI/AAAAAAAAAPI/XYbuXyuDpvk/s1600-h/24052008..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDg8KrZATzI/AAAAAAAAAPI/XYbuXyuDpvk/s320/24052008..JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203975523570569010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loves at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDg21rZATqI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gosxIsqC6xE/s1600-h/15052008%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDg21rZATqI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gosxIsqC6xE/s320/15052008%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203969665235177122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDg3RbZATrI/AAAAAAAAAOI/hl_D7bKzguQ/s1600-h/15052008%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDg3RbZATrI/AAAAAAAAAOI/hl_D7bKzguQ/s320/15052008%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203970141976546994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that female and female.&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/7984633155054390822-4243261379907686227?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/4243261379907686227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=4243261379907686227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/4243261379907686227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/4243261379907686227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-four-pictures-credited-to-ta-at.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDgzMbZATmI/AAAAAAAAANg/jFsud-r-YdY/s72-c/17..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-3806550860233454306</id><published>2008-05-24T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T01:57:35.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDcE2LZATlI/AAAAAAAAANY/-qAFeSPyNKw/s1600-h/lesbiasn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDcE2LZATlI/AAAAAAAAANY/-qAFeSPyNKw/s320/lesbiasn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203633223267012178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had joanna's muffins, i liked the top layer best. and i was elated to see that bubbly cheerful nutty pretty babe! madness! impromptu clubbing decision, all thanks to ainah. but yes, it was a good night; ta cherisa nicole ainah and her clique. happening happening happening, the whites the blacks and the reds eye candies. and not forgetting cherisa and nicole's challenge next clubbing night, (not counting me in =D). mary had her first practical driving lesson today, please don get so nervous that u mistake the accelerator for the brakes. hee im totally kidding. ta came over to sp today, and that ass, she COMPLETELY blended into the crowd! please wear more abercrombie cus u look awesome in that top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTACHED? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i finally own my very own camera, a sony t70, but im still craving for my holga camera and thats next to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDb6JbZATkI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Y52LPm5IbvU/s1600-h/sony_t70_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDb6JbZATkI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Y52LPm5IbvU/s320/sony_t70_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203621459351588418" 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/7984633155054390822-3806550860233454306?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/3806550860233454306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=3806550860233454306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/3806550860233454306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/3806550860233454306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/05/had-joannas-muffins-i-liked-top-layer.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SDcE2LZATlI/AAAAAAAAANY/-qAFeSPyNKw/s72-c/lesbiasn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-2487676088247740366</id><published>2008-05-16T20:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T20:04:43.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_client = "pub-0919305250342516"; google_ad_width = 336; google_ad_height = 280; google_ad_format = "336x280_as"; google_ad_channel =""; google_color_border = "FFFFFF"; google_color_bg = "FFFFFF"; google_color_link = "0000FF"; google_color_url = "008000"; google_color_text = "000000"; //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;saw isaac in school yesterday, i got so shocked i think my jaws nearly dropped. after so many weeks, finally the bumping into, when our school's like just a few two blocks away. mary told me the famous muttons jokes today, making me laugh hysterically. i know they sound real darn bad, but i seriously cant help it. my bad.&lt;br /&gt;you're so fat, that when you play hopscotch, you go, jurong east, clementi, tampinese, pasir-ris.&lt;br /&gt;you're so flat chested that even the click five made a song for your bra, 'its empty'.&lt;br /&gt;these are the only two i remember, for more information, please contact mary for her knowledge. shoots, if she sees this, i think im wont live till the next day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last night, the crazy singing and the crazy high people. i heard you sing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's somethin' that&lt;br /&gt;I've got to say&lt;br /&gt;You're always with me&lt;br /&gt;Even though, you're far away&lt;br /&gt;Talkin to you on my cell&lt;br /&gt;Just the sound of your voice&lt;br /&gt;Makes my heart melt&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl, well it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about you&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about us&lt;br /&gt;No, baby, you never have&lt;br /&gt;To question my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every night&lt;br /&gt;There's a new crowd&lt;br /&gt;But it's always you&lt;br /&gt;That I'm singing about&lt;br /&gt;There is only one these words&lt;br /&gt;Are going out to&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl, I'm all about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you worry sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;Some other girl will make me forget you're mine&lt;br /&gt;There's not a doubt in this world&lt;br /&gt;That anyone could take the&lt;br /&gt;Place of my number one girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about you&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about us&lt;br /&gt;No, baby, you never have&lt;br /&gt;To question my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every night&lt;br /&gt;There's a new crowd&lt;br /&gt;But it's always you&lt;br /&gt;That I'm singing about&lt;br /&gt;There is only one these words&lt;br /&gt;Are going out to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl, I'm all about you&lt;br /&gt;When i close my eyes i can see you&lt;br /&gt;It's like your right here&lt;br /&gt;And this feeling's only gettin' stronger&lt;br /&gt;You're with me everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about you&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about us&lt;br /&gt;No, baby, you never have&lt;br /&gt;To question my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every night&lt;br /&gt;There's a new crowd&lt;br /&gt;But it's always you&lt;br /&gt;That I'm singing about&lt;br /&gt;There is only one these words&lt;br /&gt;Are goin' out to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl, I'm all about you&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about you&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about you&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about you&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about you....&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/7984633155054390822-2487676088247740366?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/2487676088247740366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=2487676088247740366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/2487676088247740366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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a mixture of all emotions known to humans, joy in particular.) that sadly, is not a word to describe what im feeling right now. motivated but stressed? high expectations but stressed still? empty?&lt;br /&gt;alright, ive complained enough. lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE DASHING PRINCE ONE LOVELY PRINCESS&lt;br /&gt;ONE CHARMING HUNK ONE PRETTY BABE&lt;br /&gt;superficially? or depths?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-1348728424177433533?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/1348728424177433533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;THE INDESTRUCTIBLE MUSHU!&lt;br /&gt;(HE'S HIDING IN MY POCKET)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been busy with school and assignments and projects as usual. school's really really getting on my nerves, but there's nothing i can do, i want my grades! had a test on fri on human diseases, its a goner. mary and i, we fucking didnt know the test was on that very day itself. RNA DNA T-Lymphodes thalassemia (btw, i spelt that as thelesimia). oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, watched ironman. 2am movie at cine, i think we're such crazy people, but thats what makes us go go-go-ga-ga over our lives! lovely. iron man was good, too bad ending was a lil abrupt, i meant the should-have kiss. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work has been good. suppering with jas was nuts, 2 people 3 different humogemous plates of my absolute favourite fattening spicy seafood, and rice. ha. but it was well-worth for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays, im lazy to upload the pics, but u know where to find them if u wanna have a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to reading my thriller.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-8924880647172007980?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/8924880647172007980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=8924880647172007980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8924880647172007980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8924880647172007980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/05/indestructible-mushu-hes-hiding-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-3988836299115588053</id><published>2008-05-04T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T00:00:20.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SB3bMEngzNI/AAAAAAAAANA/Kh3nTBxQuG4/s1600-h/Pride_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SB3bMEngzNI/AAAAAAAAANA/Kh3nTBxQuG4/s320/Pride_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196550545499802834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SB2980ngzMI/AAAAAAAAAM4/FSxgYYVYNZI/s1600-h/sabrina+lowie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SB2980ngzMI/AAAAAAAAAM4/FSxgYYVYNZI/s320/sabrina+lowie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196518397669592258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was stoning away staring at the screen when my fingers just typed pride and this popped out. following which theres this sudden whim to paint my nails black, on my fingers and maybe my toes? or maybe... red. how how how? i should shop for black nail polishes one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, phase one of mixer training completed. those memories of mass com flowing back, those days in the recording studio, fondling with the mixer and software, and throughout the entire time wondering where did those weird noises coming from, and finding out later on that the fms building is known to be haunted! im not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; lets see, wishes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ace-ing studies&lt;br /&gt;2. mom and dad accessing the situation rationally and stop being paranoid&lt;br /&gt;3. work going smoothly, i want to be rich! =)&lt;br /&gt;4. basketball (i love my mates)&lt;br /&gt;5. graduate from a trainee to an official sounds personnel&lt;br /&gt;6. to start on spinning and turn tabling.&lt;br /&gt;7. to buy all the stuffs that i want.&lt;br /&gt;8. and those personal desires...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think there should be something done about the number of universities in town. so many students, so little uni vacancies, and there they go talking about the importance of getting a good education when the opportunities are that little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i hope all turns out well for u babes, the graduates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;deep down, it's flustering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/7984633155054390822-3988836299115588053?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/3988836299115588053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=3988836299115588053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/3988836299115588053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/3988836299115588053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-was-stoning-away-staring-at-screen_04.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SB3bMEngzNI/AAAAAAAAANA/Kh3nTBxQuG4/s72-c/Pride_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-6529785822358579785</id><published>2008-05-04T00:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T01:16:32.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SByVWkngzLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/tC_mrXDFASg/s1600-h/03052008%28001%29..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SByVWkngzLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/tC_mrXDFASg/s320/03052008%28001%29..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196192285097774258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE jasmine and sab trademark!&lt;br /&gt;(jas's artwork)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i had the strongest enlightenment of all others; Devadatta. your own perspective, your own way of thinking. yes, be proud! mixer training tmr, the ultra yayness. rita cheng should stop staying in and rot! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU KNOW GIRLS GOT IT ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It takes a girl to understand&lt;br /&gt;Just how to win&lt;br /&gt;She knows. She can&lt;br /&gt;I think it's clear&lt;br /&gt;Who wears the pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What boy, could stand, a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[vamp]&lt;br /&gt;She makes it look easy&lt;br /&gt;In control completely&lt;br /&gt;She'll get the best of you, every single, time&lt;br /&gt;Thought by now you'd realize you should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate a girl&lt;br /&gt;Gets anything she wants&lt;br /&gt;She's never gonna stop&lt;br /&gt;(You know it, we know it)&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate a girl&lt;br /&gt;She's always got a plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The world is in her hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got the lipstick&lt;br /&gt;Puts it together&lt;br /&gt;Boys have it good&lt;br /&gt;But girls have it better..(watch out)&lt;br /&gt;Your secretary might&lt;br /&gt;End up your boss&lt;br /&gt;Whether you, really like it, or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She might be the president&lt;br /&gt;Make all the rules&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to win the game&lt;br /&gt;You're only gonna lose&lt;br /&gt;Now girls you know we got it&lt;br /&gt;Got it going on&lt;br /&gt;We've been trying to tell them all along&lt;br /&gt;Listen up guys&lt;br /&gt;Take a little sound advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;hate&lt;/s&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/7984633155054390822-6529785822358579785?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SBtH3UngzJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/WKHijHCMqJU/s1600-h/DSC01443.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SBtH3UngzJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/WKHijHCMqJU/s1600-h/DSC01443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SBtH3UngzJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/WKHijHCMqJU/s320/DSC01443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195825610854812818" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;let the party begin with the two blackies! p.s. cherisa, you definately don't look fat! =)&lt;br /&gt;see the difference btw ta's phone and mine? guess which is which?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love my tongue and her piercing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play was really crowded last night, but the crowd wasnt that great (that does not include us, and friend's friends) anyways, ta went down though she's just recovering, just! that crazy babe, but i was glad she went. had late night supper as usual, and then, went home to hit the sack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had teochew porridge for dinner. and guess where we headed for our afterdinner car ride - to visit the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prostitutes&lt;/span&gt; in town. my uncle drove through this alley, those girls were practically one step away from our car, and they look like theyre gonna pull open the car door any moment. it was freaking scary! there were easily half a hundred of them there. society's fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SBtMYkngzKI/AAAAAAAAAMo/qpAW-dYbcMY/s1600-h/01052008%28004%29..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SBtMYkngzKI/AAAAAAAAAMo/qpAW-dYbcMY/s320/01052008%28004%29..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195830580131974306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i live my life the way i want it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7984633155054390822-3573811705891355074?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/3573811705891355074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=3573811705891355074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/3573811705891355074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/3573811705891355074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/05/let-party-begin-with-two-blackies-p.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SBtF3kngzII/AAAAAAAAAMY/zucANVZYMFQ/s72-c/02052008%28003%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-3561169753779955248</id><published>2008-04-27T21:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T22:25:51.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the joys'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY RECENT LOVE, ANGELINA JOLIE!&lt;br /&gt;THOSE EYES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo credits: MS MAY&lt;br /&gt;(the cute add-ons, utterly pretty!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE THEM ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SBSHa0ngzGI/AAAAAAAAAMI/t2-xFY9uby4/s1600-h/s3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SBSHa0ngzGI/AAAAAAAAAMI/t2-xFY9uby4/s320/s3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193925165135744098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SBSHIUngzFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/zlUqZnyziY0/s1600-h/s4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SBSHIUngzFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/zlUqZnyziY0/s320/s4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193924847308164178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SBSHB0ngzEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/4w5C8aFsrTk/s1600-h/s2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SBSHB0ngzEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/4w5C8aFsrTk/s320/s2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193924735639014466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SBSG60ngzDI/AAAAAAAAALw/YRf4vkeosrY/s1600-h/s5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SBSG60ngzDI/AAAAAAAAALw/YRf4vkeosrY/s320/s5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193924615379930162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SBSGuEngzCI/AAAAAAAAALo/9vh3U_eJE8E/s1600-h/s1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SBSGuEngzCI/AAAAAAAAALo/9vh3U_eJE8E/s320/s1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193924396336598050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SBSGe0ngzBI/AAAAAAAAALg/luevm8nOQqk/s1600-h/s6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SBSGe0ngzBI/AAAAAAAAALg/luevm8nOQqk/s320/s6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193924134343592978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crazy team-mates, shots taken after match. pat, i want my grilled dory, grilled bbq chicken, fried kway teow blah blah blah. TA'S finally out of her hectic job, and sooooo its us going wild once again. yayness. sheryl's there too =D&lt;br /&gt;anyways, back tracking, fri was spent repairing the pico boats at polymarina. supposedly repair, but it became the search for holes. funny crazy time. and so the search ended late, and those peeps decided to give lollipop a miss. gladys says it darn happening there at mos, but i still am NOT tempted to go. underaged party? nah. mary agrees, no hot babes. whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SBSMK0ngzHI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/0kdxXrC9L7E/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SBSMK0ngzHI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/0kdxXrC9L7E/s320/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193930387815976050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIVE WITH PRIDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-3561169753779955248?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/3561169753779955248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=3561169753779955248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/3561169753779955248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/3561169753779955248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-recent-love-angelina-jolie-those.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SBSHa0ngzGI/AAAAAAAAAMI/t2-xFY9uby4/s72-c/s3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-7048941214801305973</id><published>2008-04-25T01:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T01:45:51.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRIDE, THATS THE WORD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SBDGi0ngy_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/13iiKUaFWtM/s1600-h/pride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SBDGi0ngy_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/13iiKUaFWtM/s320/pride.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192868671900404722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SBDG40ngzAI/AAAAAAAAALY/3D0rBVQieqg/s1600-h/pride2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SBDG40ngzAI/AAAAAAAAALY/3D0rBVQieqg/s320/pride2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192869049857526786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally had my tattoo done. and you know what, THE PAIN'S FUCKING INSANE; im definately not kidding. i laterally broke out in shivers while bearing the pain. ok maybe its just me and my low pain tolerance level, but still it hurt like mad. then again, im still glad i made it through, its such an accomplishment. just that it proves im not a psychopath, not one who'd inflict pain on myself for the settling of emotion. i really do admire those who're willing to go through the process numerous times, that courage needed, praises. a second tattoo? for now, nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anways, im totally voiceless now. its so hoarse that it became soundless. and it sucked together with my flu phlegm cough blocked/runny nose. it like you wanna talk but it just so impossible to covey your message. im starting to appreciate my voice. please come back soon, you're needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had supper with jasmine and cp. andddd we gossiped like nobody's business. whoever's sitting beside jasmine would go HIGH, cus shes so wild and crazy, her pressence's contagious. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS RITA CHENG,&lt;br /&gt;YOU AND YOUR PACKED SCHEDULE. HA. OH WELLS! MISSES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-7048941214801305973?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/7048941214801305973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=7048941214801305973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/7048941214801305973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/7048941214801305973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/04/pride-thats-word.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SBDGi0ngy_I/AAAAAAAAALQ/13iiKUaFWtM/s72-c/pride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-2688330625452700629</id><published>2008-04-20T22:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T01:02:06.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the frowns'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SAtz-7gR1uI/AAAAAAAAAK8/SGNLgcmnjcA/s1600-h/let_me_kiss_it_better_by_muszka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SAtz-7gR1uI/AAAAAAAAAK8/SGNLgcmnjcA/s320/let_me_kiss_it_better_by_muszka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191370520436791010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be proud of who u are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say retail therapy helps, i bought myself a pair of slippers, skinnys and berms, but i dont feel any happier. maybe, just maybe its because im okay, thats why the difference isnt that obvious, or maybe retail therapy just doesnt help. we chilled at hong kong cafe again again again, did i mention about its ambiance? went home for dinner with family. supposedly needing to do my tutorials, but i got fed up with the first question and i totally ignored the rest. i know im not supposed to stop continuing, but i just cant help it. school's being a bitch like always. im getting my tattoo done on wed, and im starting to get a lil freaked out after the pictures. gees. but no, i AM still getting my ink! training tmr, and prolly with me coughing my way round, with my running nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p.s. i hope ur mom's feeling better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-2688330625452700629?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/2688330625452700629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=2688330625452700629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/2688330625452700629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/2688330625452700629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/04/be-proud-of-who-u-are.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SAtz-7gR1uI/AAAAAAAAAK8/SGNLgcmnjcA/s72-c/let_me_kiss_it_better_by_muszka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-5745412391629887385</id><published>2008-04-20T00:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T21:21:27.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;candies for the eye ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;i just cant stop noticing mixed-bloods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the thumping headache im experiencing now, i see a blurry memory of the past few days and that explains the vague post later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ed night was movies. hottie and nottie (it sounds like that) and the show was good, especially the part about the ugly version of june phigg with her back acnes, overgrowth of body hair, odd colour of teeths, nose bogue, huge mole and not forgetting... her infected toe and its nail that ended up in some guy's mouth. yewwww. and it showed another thing, Paris Hilton is sucha bimbo, no joke. after movies, chilled at NYDC flavouring their lovely cakes. i had boney cake i think, and ta had goldmine cheesecake. chocolates are ranked number one, but i seem to have a drastic decreasing intake of them recently. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hur night was spent clubbing with the usual babes, and its way better than herstory party, Play still rocks big time. ta was deadly high, but that just proves how awesome the night was. cherissa brought us to discovery bar/geographer next and check out the cute thai singer. ooh the OVER-BOOZE. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;ri was late for lessons, but it was worth it for the night before. friendly match in the evening. say D?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;at was working day. as usual, lucky me for the usual girls who keeps me from dozing off with their usual craps and gossips. we are such gossipers. and then it was granny's birthday party. it wasnt as fun as usual, cus some of us were not in town. main item of the night, felicia has a new boyfriend. u ass crap shit cow blah blah blah, where did that doctor boyfriend wannabe go to? ha but bryan's not bad himself, and he looks mixed-blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ow, im hitting the sack soon, my throats feels like its burning and exploding any moment. =( see ya babes tmr for shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the restroom of hereen,&lt;br /&gt;There we start our camwhoring,&lt;br /&gt;Doing nothing but enjoying the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;(and u know where to find the other shots.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SAohuLgR1rI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Xn2d7lnmAuw/s1600-h/16042008%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SAohuLgR1rI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Xn2d7lnmAuw/s320/16042008%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190998597743793842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SAof87gR1pI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Gfl3hkxXaw0/s1600-h/16042008%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SAof87gR1pI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Gfl3hkxXaw0/s320/16042008%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190996652123608722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the many shots of candid,&lt;br /&gt;she gave up and gave me a great smile.&lt;br /&gt;her name's jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SAodqLgR1oI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/7547rCp4YNY/s1600-h/19042008%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SAodqLgR1oI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/7547rCp4YNY/s320/19042008%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190994130977805954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY DEAREST NEPHEWS!&lt;br /&gt;the triplets dressing,&lt;br /&gt;them and their dad.&lt;br /&gt;they look sooo cute together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SAodYrgR1nI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9zJW-IR-wMM/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SAodYrgR1nI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9zJW-IR-wMM/s320/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190993830330095218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no need to be paranoid,&lt;br /&gt;im not getting involved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-5745412391629887385?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/5745412391629887385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=5745412391629887385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/5745412391629887385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/5745412391629887385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/04/candies-for-eye-i-just-cant-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SAohuLgR1rI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Xn2d7lnmAuw/s72-c/16042008%28002%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-1017311035273956206</id><published>2008-04-15T21:18:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:37:39.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'THE THREESOME'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;this shot is ritacopyrighted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SASwaqKtDEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/cnIAGWKYZhs/s1600-h/14..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SASwaqKtDEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/cnIAGWKYZhs/s320/14..JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189466642679925826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;" &gt; If I had to sum up Friendship in one word, it would be Comfort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Adabella Radici&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin's birthday party gathering began with my eating of ta-cooked maggie. its superly duperly tasty. i would steal the recipe from her one day.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THANK YOU FOR THE NOODLES, THEY WERE AWESOME. I LOVE MY 'TWIN'! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night at the chalet; the walk to the red house, and the fantasizing of entering the house. if not for the police who came, i wouldve wanted to trespass. joanna says there's supposed to be coffins lying beneath the ground, and that made me excited. oh wells, the walk was great still. went back for alcohol drinking and than bed time (freezing thou). morning was spent cycling around the park under the scorching sun, dehydrating everybody. i would so prefer night cycling. went back, falling asleep while watching tv, and bbq-ing next. the stingrays were pretty good. headed to ta's place in the evening, and than to town for supper. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;babe, thanks again for making the last celebration of our holidays enjoyable. it was a great preparation to start us for our fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; against the coming school term. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and school's really stressing us up. the work load is humongemous, plus the heavy contents. i guess its because i wanna do well in my studies that im feeling the pressure right from the neginning. but... no worries, i still love school! hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balling on mon wasnt really good, like ta says ' MONDAY BLUES'. moody, irritated, and sick monday. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;nicole fell sick. i hope she's feeling better now, take good care eh&lt;/span&gt;. sab's been feeling lethargic recently too, i think im so not used to the hectic school schedule and the early waking up. ok, i should stop complaining, give me awhile and i should be used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, the rest of the shots are at ta's blog. haha. she's the mother of all pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SASznKKtDFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/R9dyFNt0Mn8/s1600-h/12042008%28006%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SASznKKtDFI/AAAAAAAAAJg/R9dyFNt0Mn8/s320/12042008%28006%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189470155963173970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SAS7ZqKtDII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/P9LR0Z0_V3Q/s1600-h/17.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SAS7ZqKtDII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/P9LR0Z0_V3Q/s1600-h/17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SAS7ZqKtDII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/P9LR0Z0_V3Q/s320/17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189478720127962242" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and this is jasmine. and we completed making an entire huge mountain of corrections with a record of 10:04 mins. YAYNESS. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SAS6TKKtDGI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1UK3vBvlfnE/s1600-h/12042008%28002%29m1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SAS6TKKtDGI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1UK3vBvlfnE/s320/12042008%28002%29m1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189477508947184738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SAS6w6KtDHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/g931yKbOXuk/s1600-h/12042008%28003%29m.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SAS6w6KtDHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/g931yKbOXuk/s1600-h/12042008%28003%29m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SAS6w6KtDHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/g931yKbOXuk/s320/12042008%28003%29m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189478020048292978" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SAS8WKKtDJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/kxsyjJVYv2M/s1600-h/kiss_by_oursilhouettes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SAS8WKKtDJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/kxsyjJVYv2M/s320/kiss_by_oursilhouettes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189479759510047890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-1017311035273956206?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/1017311035273956206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=1017311035273956206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/1017311035273956206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/1017311035273956206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/04/threesome-this-shot-is-ritacopyrighted.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/SASwaqKtDEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/cnIAGWKYZhs/s72-c/14..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-3874564456200605771</id><published>2008-04-11T17:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T19:45:54.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As i popped down on my bed last night, i thought,&lt;br /&gt;have you really loved a woman?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was b-o-r-i-n-g. the music was bad, the crowd was pretty bad, the place's too disorganised, thank goodness i have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ta&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nicole&lt;/span&gt;, they made me high. yayness. and and, everyone were complaining that they shouldve went to Play instead, which i agree. all and all, it was a good night still. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, i hoped u managed to stay awake throughout the entire school relief. =)&lt;/span&gt; oh yes, nicole and i are officially planning our tattooing, i think id stand by my idea of words tattoo, a phrase but not a prayer one. cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO DEAR MS JOANNA!&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE YOU TOOK MINE, I SHALL TAKE YOURS.&lt;br /&gt;AND I LOVE THIS SHOT OF YOURS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i hope ure feeling better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R_85c053wSI/AAAAAAAAAJA/W9jSNDi0tv4/s1600-h/joanna.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R_85c053wSI/AAAAAAAAAJA/W9jSNDi0tv4/s320/joanna.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187928463154594082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was great seeing you that day, and the catching up is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R_9MY053wTI/AAAAAAAAAJI/o_e0jfx79TQ/s1600-h/11042008%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R_9MY053wTI/AAAAAAAAAJI/o_e0jfx79TQ/s320/11042008%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187949285156045106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R_9Nok53wUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lTBOEl1S3Vc/s1600-h/11042008%28003%29.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TONGUE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R_9Nok53wUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lTBOEl1S3Vc/s1600-h/11042008%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-3874564456200605771?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/3874564456200605771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=3874564456200605771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/3874564456200605771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/3874564456200605771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/04/as-i-popped-down-on-my-bed-last-night-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R_85c053wSI/AAAAAAAAAJA/W9jSNDi0tv4/s72-c/joanna.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-6014679715835341489</id><published>2008-04-10T00:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T01:10:42.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one's entire life is actually to sought for relationships, and that special one.&lt;br /&gt;you study, you work, to earn your family's keeps.&lt;br /&gt;you wanna be rich to be able to dress up and impress girls.&lt;br /&gt;because relationships brings colours to one's life.&lt;br /&gt;but, everybody always forgets, that there's more to relationships other than that special one.&lt;br /&gt;friends play an equal important part.&lt;br /&gt;they're the ones who're always there rain or shine.&lt;br /&gt;they're the ones who'll support u like ur family do.&lt;br /&gt;they're forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, im getting all mushy, but i still wanna say. I LOVE MY FRIENDS, RIGHT TO THE CORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this shot!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R_z3W6fBIVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/5A-jbWHw_Kw/s1600-h/m.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R_z3W6fBIVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/5A-jbWHw_Kw/s320/m.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187292843852505426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and nicole's labelled my second girlfriend! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and........&lt;br /&gt;ATTENTION PLEASE, HERE ARE A FEW OF THE MANY SHOTS TAKEN, THE REST ARE POSTED ON &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RITA'S&lt;/span&gt; BLOG! SHE HAS AWESOME COLLAGES! AND SHE ROCKS BIG TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Sam's place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R_zrFqfBIQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AfYotYKzFDI/s1600-h/04042008%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R_zrFqfBIQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AfYotYKzFDI/s320/04042008%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187279353360228610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Memorial Prayers in the noon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R_zsGKfBIRI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TZXs2gNCD2Y/s1600-h/06042008%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R_zsGKfBIRI/AAAAAAAAAIY/TZXs2gNCD2Y/s320/06042008%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187280461461790994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Night chaos with ta nicole ainah. (please do not view the video on ta's blog =D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R_zs2afBISI/AAAAAAAAAIg/PXXOec7rmGo/s1600-h/06042008%28008%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R_zs2afBISI/AAAAAAAAAIg/PXXOec7rmGo/s320/06042008%28008%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187281290390479138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - mary stayed over! wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R_zuFafBITI/AAAAAAAAAIo/JGaAa7kgzf4/s1600-h/09042008%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R_zuFafBITI/AAAAAAAAAIo/JGaAa7kgzf4/s320/09042008%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187282647600144690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R_zus6fBIUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Hmh9guLRf6g/s1600-h/09042008%28007%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R_zus6fBIUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Hmh9guLRf6g/s320/09042008%28007%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187283326204977474" 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/7984633155054390822-6014679715835341489?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/6014679715835341489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=6014679715835341489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/6014679715835341489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/6014679715835341489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/04/ones-entire-life-is-actually-to-sought.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R_z3W6fBIVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/5A-jbWHw_Kw/s72-c/m.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-3961955179963477760</id><published>2008-04-04T01:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T01:50:45.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks, for telling me, it means alot, it does. all the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-3961955179963477760?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/3961955179963477760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=3961955179963477760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/3961955179963477760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/3961955179963477760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/04/thanks-for-telling-me-it-means-alot-it.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-1795944129481893759</id><published>2008-04-03T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T23:47:15.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R_T3CKfBIPI/AAAAAAAAAII/kSTwjCikJ7Y/s1600-h/sad_by_lollypop192756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R_T3CKfBIPI/AAAAAAAAAII/kSTwjCikJ7Y/s320/sad_by_lollypop192756.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185040687556534514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tell me, when was the last time you cried? when was the last time i cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am torn to do what i have to,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm tired of being all alone, and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home.&lt;br /&gt;id rather have the truth,&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to be fooled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work was tiring today, had tons of kids with corrections, pilling up like mad, sheesh. if i were them, i wouldve burnt my worksheets, or just used them to wipe my ass. seriously, parents are making their children mad. oh and hey jolyn u know, life's about enjoyment, why bother about the unhappy stuffs? just enjoy life like there's no tomorrow. and and and, im finally gonna see ta and nicole, like finally? woohoo. we rock the entire universe. ok im going bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when all's gone, you feel the presence of one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when one's gone, you know everyone's there for u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no hope no love no glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-1795944129481893759?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/1795944129481893759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=1795944129481893759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/1795944129481893759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/1795944129481893759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/04/tell-me-when-was-last-time-you-cried.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R_T3CKfBIPI/AAAAAAAAAII/kSTwjCikJ7Y/s72-c/sad_by_lollypop192756.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-1253165763357994397</id><published>2008-04-01T19:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:30:12.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R_IgqKfBIMI/AAAAAAAAAHw/gl8nPtCBtBw/s1600-h/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R_IgqKfBIMI/AAAAAAAAAHw/gl8nPtCBtBw/s320/kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184242029797908674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes, even when you know the answer, and it bothers you, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;you wanna be around still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mornings was spent trying to log in for mary. fucking system, it's brainless and totally sucky. and comeon, which website in this era still does not have compatibility with firefox? TACTLESS! anyway,  grace asked me to lunch with her but sorry dude, i was so lazy to even lift my butt out of my chair. in the end, the entire day was all about watching movies. its movie marathon-ing. ive been surviving on maggie noodles and instant porridges, i need a feast to replenish my loss of delicacies - scallops, chilli crabs, abalone, grouper, or actually a steamboat will do. and on a serious note, im looking forward to work, it makes me feel... busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO BE A KING.&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/7984633155054390822-1253165763357994397?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/1253165763357994397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=1253165763357994397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/1253165763357994397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/1253165763357994397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/04/sometimes-even-when-you-know-answer-and.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R_IgqKfBIMI/AAAAAAAAAHw/gl8nPtCBtBw/s72-c/kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-1433713628296177918</id><published>2008-03-29T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T01:29:21.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R-0cE6fBILI/AAAAAAAAAHo/IDEtbfeSQVY/s1600-h/280308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R-0cE6fBILI/AAAAAAAAAHo/IDEtbfeSQVY/s320/280308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182829616917717170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;did i ever mention that bus rides are good catching up times?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner-ed at Thomson Prata House with sam grace cherylynn gucci. my mushroom egg prata was FABULOUS. sweep the crumbs and clean your fingers, wipe your mouth and say yum yum. anyways, it was great to see you all again.&lt;br /&gt;what are politics? what are human to human communications? is reality really that hard to accept, or are we thinking too hard? people say reality sucks, i say reality is life, move on, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;threats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, is this even a word im actually eligible to use?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was i right or was i wrong?&lt;br /&gt;verdict, define &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;court dismissed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/7984633155054390822-1433713628296177918?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/1433713628296177918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=1433713628296177918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/1433713628296177918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/1433713628296177918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/03/did-i-ever-mention-that-bus-rides-are.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R-0cE6fBILI/AAAAAAAAAHo/IDEtbfeSQVY/s72-c/280308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-293420726612375596</id><published>2008-03-25T16:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T16:53:39.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;'ROYALITIES IN THE HOUSE'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R-i47qfBIKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4TtQQzdwucM/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R-i47qfBIKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4TtQQzdwucM/s320/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181594706445934754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken to classic books reading recently, in the midst of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LES MISE'RABLES&lt;/span&gt; by VICTOR HUGO. perfection is the word meant for it.   anways, mary's leaving for china on thurs and back in town ten days later. its time to relax and leave all the shits thats being thrown to u aside. fuck the presidency, enjoy ten days of life babe, clear the mind and be back as ready to start war as ever. we love you.   sounds training was great, we all look so much like pre-schoolers sitting on the floor looking up at the board playing along like infants. i want to use the mixer. 'phanton power up sab'   ; scorpio demands respect and to be wanted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;s'il vous plaît, literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;GOLD.&lt;/span&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/7984633155054390822-293420726612375596?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/293420726612375596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=293420726612375596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/293420726612375596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/293420726612375596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/03/royalities-in-house-taken-to-classic.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R-i47qfBIKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4TtQQzdwucM/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-24329797593374599</id><published>2008-03-21T22:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T23:59:48.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE DAY, TE QUIERO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NIGHT, PARTAYING THE ENTIRE MOONLIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R-PFZ6fBIFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/b7Y2RDBU9cA/s1600-h/21032008%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R-PFZ6fBIFI/AAAAAAAAAG4/b7Y2RDBU9cA/s320/21032008%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180201045392957522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R-PGAqfBIGI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ELUIuOhwu8E/s1600-h/21032008%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R-PGAqfBIGI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ELUIuOhwu8E/s320/21032008%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180201711112888418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R-PG1qfBIHI/AAAAAAAAAHI/F-gLBZOG9qE/s1600-h/21032008%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R-PG1qfBIHI/AAAAAAAAAHI/F-gLBZOG9qE/s320/21032008%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180202621645955186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R-PHTKfBIII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/WVB7KLEQGQ0/s1600-h/21032008%28006%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R-PHTKfBIII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/WVB7KLEQGQ0/s320/21032008%28006%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180203128452096130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R-PHxafBIJI/AAAAAAAAAHY/myakVHOeiW0/s1600-h/21032008%28007%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R-PHxafBIJI/AAAAAAAAAHY/myakVHOeiW0/s320/21032008%28007%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180203648143138962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. ys, i hope u enjoyed. =)&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/7984633155054390822-24329797593374599?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/24329797593374599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=24329797593374599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;how you celebrate the moment of new year when the clock strikes 12, it's how you'd be spending the rest of the year like. is that true? but i cant seem to remember how i spent that moment last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me clarify, when i say words, i don mean written words but 'The Spoken Words', COMMUNICATION in short. yes, i simply don get the art of expressing tones and depth through written words. but of cus, it applies to certain situations AND why am i acting all professor. gees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sex sex and only sex, it doesnt really go well together aint it. thats interesting, i get it now. great laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ta, because of ur chilli fondue, i have this enormous craving for crabs now! bear the sins, get the recipe from baby and cook me that dish. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOM, i have a pimple on my forehead, let me do a mask. acting all gay. in fact, i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-8487656553036432725?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/8487656553036432725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=8487656553036432725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8487656553036432725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8487656553036432725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-you-celebrate-moment-of-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-6847270431219225755</id><published>2008-03-09T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T01:11:12.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wouldnt consider that as much of a great party on thurs night, but still, with all the usual girls, especially the one who hasnt been clubbing, it just makes us all rise to that extra height, if you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, dont doubt me when i say im in love with burke. (just listen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="100" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XNicOAn0EwI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XNicOAn0EwI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="100" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and here's sam's dance trailers. watch her go, and nicole and the rest too. wheeee. awesome song too, and that modern dance of sam and raz... speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uSRGU3r7S3E&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uSRGU3r7S3E&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that love they have, that trust, that little things. its still so comforting, even to someone like me who doesnt believe. trust me, i was that close to the screen. (p.s. i wasnt referring to that thriller.)&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough of that 3 minutes uncontrollable living within the story, i should probably get back to reality. yes... i should. work has been fine, apart for the worksheets i need to do. my duties are fine. my mom's fine, my dad's fine, my sis's just got back from Malacca with the disappearance of her ipod, but still she's fine, my grandmom's fine, everyone else in my entire family's fine. what more could i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and before i end this, i should really emphasize that i believe words makes that much of a difference. they do. you know what, im totally starting to love that screenplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;words can get so addictive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-6847270431219225755?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/6847270431219225755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=6847270431219225755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/6847270431219225755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/6847270431219225755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-wouldnt-consider-that-as-much-of_09.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-2109495305625539047</id><published>2008-03-04T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T23:46:19.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, lets see. i have a quite stable job (finally). the timings right, flexible for school periods too. i happened to see a friend working there. the pay's fine. the job's suitable. what more can i ask for? oh oh, and the responsibilities required, they actually preempt my usual gallivanting character - i hope i change for the better. &lt;u&gt;welcoming the word, career!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i had to take this test. the results? i think i sucked badly. im so used to using a calculator, mental sums and mental multiplication seems to kill my brain cells. for anything in the world, i actually needed to use my fingers to count! gees. then again, i still love maths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights have turned into movie/drama watching. totally engrossed and addicted, i repeat, ADDICTED, to the OC. damn, the series awesome. but i know the ending, a sad one, blame the spoilers. im dreading to watch that saddening part, but the ending's not stopping me from watching the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work and balling tomorrow. u know, sometimes being busy is a good thing, it beats staying around and dreaming all day long about things that ain't gonna change your life.&lt;br /&gt;oh, partaying prolly this thurs night with the usual babes. clubbing, way to go. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RITA YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;granny's admitted into hospital. only half of the family went down and we cramped up the entire ward. leslie said granny looks radiant, annie aunt said its because she's sitting under the light luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;back to my oc baby,&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/7984633155054390822-2109495305625539047?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/2109495305625539047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=2109495305625539047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/2109495305625539047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/2109495305625539047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/03/okay-lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-3366249514780977196</id><published>2008-03-03T00:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T11:59:23.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;somebody complaining i haven been blogging, eh ta. we should party and have a wild time soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;searching and preparing for work, life is ever full with such routine. but, at least i feel occupied. there's a motivation, there's a reason to wake up every morning. except maybe for a little tinging sensation of emptiness, im well and happy.&lt;br /&gt;had sounds training this morning, got to know someone who clicked on really well with me. older than me by just a couple of years, a graduate of NUS, and now co-owner of an events corporate. her presence made me discover the career-motivated side of me. a successful life; a combination of life principles, and of creating value, balancing in family and career. path now, studies and career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chen shi de dui dai zi ji, true self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That Night At Play,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Melbourne and three hours away. Snore more. Shes another one who has left a great impact in my life, who taught me a lot, and is still doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R8rQxY4g6AI/AAAAAAAAAGg/SN_Zjf4BsQE/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R8rQxY4g6AI/AAAAAAAAAGg/SN_Zjf4BsQE/s320/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173176668900091906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R8rREo4g6BI/AAAAAAAAAGo/uSFZt9vNtik/s1600-h/22022008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 146px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R8rREo4g6BI/AAAAAAAAAGo/uSFZt9vNtik/s200/22022008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173176999612573714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R8rRfo4g6CI/AAAAAAAAAGw/UcChDKY1lBI/s1600-h/22022008%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 146px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R8rRfo4g6CI/AAAAAAAAAGw/UcChDKY1lBI/s200/22022008%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173177463469041698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;certain people will appear in your life, and you'd never forget them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-3366249514780977196?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/3366249514780977196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=3366249514780977196' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-628201941312112862</id><published>2008-02-18T08:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T08:58:05.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its 9am now. and im like some Amnesia patient, sleep-less morning. its time. please be safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-628201941312112862?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/628201941312112862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=628201941312112862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/628201941312112862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/628201941312112862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-9am-now.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-764882341895845112</id><published>2008-02-17T21:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T22:59:12.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im officially on the way to having my driving license. and my tattoo comes after that, mommy actually approved of me having a tattoo. wheeee. but not too big she says, just nice cus id like a small one. oh wells, waiting. clubbing this thurs with gen again, last one, she's flying back to Melbourne end of this month. i told mommy, she asked me to get drunk that night! gees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i know it'd be a safe and smooth op, im still feeling jumpy and worried. take good care, and i hope ure eating ur dinner now, midnight's coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;i know im prolly not the one for u, but even so, you're still my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inamorata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im missing you, tell me what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-764882341895845112?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/764882341895845112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fluttering heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im falling in deeper. is it a good or a bad sign? im starting to feel all upside down and ure constantly on my mind. sometimes i wonder, do i even matter to u, when ure always surrounded by all. i told myself to push the jealousy aside, but they became lies, i still am jealous.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, fuck my paranoid-ness. thats whats stopping me from going all out with my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uneven heartbeat, your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-5484072075699968515?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/5484072075699968515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE PARTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R60-tZKBeFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/vkUNCJygEhU/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R60-tZKBeFI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/vkUNCJygEhU/s320/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164853297231788114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CRASHING OF GEN'S PLACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R609npKBeEI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-NPC1lUwD10/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R609npKBeEI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-NPC1lUwD10/s320/collage2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164852098935912514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BIRTHDAY GIRL AND HER CAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R60_KZKBeGI/AAAAAAAAAGY/SP1d82zHdbE/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R60_KZKBeGI/AAAAAAAAAGY/SP1d82zHdbE/s320/collage1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164853795447994466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, it was some awesome weeks; mainly, party was great, celebration was enjoyable, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chinese new year was fabulous&lt;/span&gt; (i haven gotton the shots though). anyways she taught me this, how charisma and care is so closely linked with words. its just a matter of phrasing, but the difference can be that much. i finally understood its meaning. expressions. ok, enough of my sudden venture into philosophies. oh and i think i weigh a hundred pounds now. sheesh, see my tummy? i need to gym and ball, i need to stop eating! all that booze, heaty food, fatty stuffs, chocolates, noooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I LOVE CHINESE NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-6643643727536257733?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/6643643727536257733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=6643643727536257733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>okays, i got the shots. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love it all, like so she said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R6AUAohpCcI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bWIrEmlgDz4/s1600-h/IMG_2982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R6AUAohpCcI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bWIrEmlgDz4/s320/IMG_2982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161147174077663682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R6AVrohpCdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PO-YaGTgu2Q/s1600-h/IMG_2981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R6AVrohpCdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PO-YaGTgu2Q/s320/IMG_2981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161149012323666386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R6AYr4hpCgI/AAAAAAAAAF4/TR_bM5K6fOc/s320/IMG_2987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161152315153517058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R6AZ04hpChI/AAAAAAAAAGA/doMuZDNhDYs/s1600-h/IMG_2983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R6AZ04hpChI/AAAAAAAAAGA/doMuZDNhDYs/s320/IMG_2983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161153569283967506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the story unfold with its pictures...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-2870052669759471452?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/2870052669759471452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=2870052669759471452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/2870052669759471452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/2870052669759471452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/01/okays-i-got-shots.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R6AUAohpCcI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bWIrEmlgDz4/s72-c/IMG_2982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-1720420710815341391</id><published>2008-01-30T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T01:49:00.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven had the shots taken today. this is the only shot i took, the rest's in her cam. oh wells, till then. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;candid shot of gen, that girl and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; her unglam shot. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R59dWIhpCaI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ZkD1yc4sg3g/s1600-h/29012008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R59dWIhpCaI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ZkD1yc4sg3g/s320/29012008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160946332816968098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, went out for a drink with them, it became a bitching session. okays, actually it was an intense heartfelt talk - how things has been for everyone of us. i enjoyed it totally, seriously, it has been so long since we last met up that we have so much to talk about. how things really changed, how everyone grew up. as usual, im the youngest, again, but i feel so at ease with them. maybe its because we kind of knew each other since young, it doesnt matter how long we've not seen each other, the closeness's still there. the laughters, the intense talks, the craziness; it brought back alot, and its something i'd never trade for. did i mention, i love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that thing for, ever since i first knew,&lt;br /&gt;that spark that always rekindled each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh and ta, there you go, my green friend. hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R59mwIhpCbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/OUjG3ZMMYQI/s1600-h/30012008%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 198px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R59mwIhpCbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/OUjG3ZMMYQI/s320/30012008%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160956675098216882" 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/7984633155054390822-1720420710815341391?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/1720420710815341391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=1720420710815341391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/1720420710815341391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/1720420710815341391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-haven-had-shots-taken-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R59dWIhpCaI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ZkD1yc4sg3g/s72-c/29012008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-6216303303602065557</id><published>2008-01-27T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T23:56:45.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GENEVIEVE, that girl, that childhood playmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5yYCohpCZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/fqEUaE62oOs/s1600-h/27012008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5yYCohpCZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/fqEUaE62oOs/s320/27012008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160166444065425810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprised premature bumping into during my sounds duty. supposedly meeting her this tuesday but it ended up three days earlier. oies, we should meet up more, you're flying back to melbourne after cny, and its still a year more left till ur overseas studies ends. boy am i gonna miss you. those times. april too, that japan airline stewardess, always flying off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;felicia&lt;/span&gt;, you better plan the events k, don care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5yXi4hpCYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JJp4WlZwp7g/s1600-h/27012008%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5yXi4hpCYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JJp4WlZwp7g/s320/27012008%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160165898604579202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting temperamental today. roar-ness. anyways, tomorrow's the start of holidays, i can sleep in late, but it doesnt feel right, i can stay in all day, and it doesnt feel right either. i need motivations in life, i need something to push me on. there's so much more to learn in life, philosophies, concepts, wisdom, experiences. i feel so young, so immature, growing up seemed so distant, probably i never will, but id try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and seeing gen again makes me think, its the heart that counts. you surprised me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i shall not lie to myself anymore, since i know how things are and might be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/7984633155054390822-6216303303602065557?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/6216303303602065557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=6216303303602065557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/6216303303602065557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/6216303303602065557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/01/genevieve-that-girl-that-childhood.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5yYCohpCZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/fqEUaE62oOs/s72-c/27012008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-4886141640711176458</id><published>2008-01-26T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T00:47:17.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pat, &lt;/span&gt;wheres the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cat&lt;/span&gt;? hiding behind the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bat&lt;/span&gt;? it rhymes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5tfNohpCWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-lDg7m4ztqg/s1600-h/26012008%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 242px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5tfNohpCWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-lDg7m4ztqg/s320/26012008%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159822485904492898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5tfa4hpCXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0OSBosPYvgQ/s1600-h/collage+2701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5tfa4hpCXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0OSBosPYvgQ/s320/collage+2701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159822713537759602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i was watching this drama series, made me go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gogogaga&lt;/span&gt; over this girl. 有性格的女生, i adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------- ----------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-4886141640711176458?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/4886141640711176458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=4886141640711176458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/4886141640711176458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/4886141640711176458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/01/pat-wheres-cat-hiding-behind-bat-it.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5tfNohpCWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-lDg7m4ztqg/s72-c/26012008%28001%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-6409118577271042155</id><published>2008-01-26T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T02:20:56.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unexplainable emotions,&lt;br /&gt;the pange,&lt;br /&gt;a tinge of p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have you wondered how it feels when its all over,&lt;br /&gt;wondered how it feels when you just have to start anew,&lt;br /&gt;never knowing where you're going when you face a brand new day,&lt;br /&gt;it used to be that way, now i just close my eyes and say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to breathe again, learn to face the joy and pain, discover how to laugh a little, cry a little, live a little more. i just want to face the day, forget about the woes of yesterday, maybe if i hope a little, try a little more, id breathe again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting out again is never easy, disappointments come and go, but life still moves on.&lt;br /&gt;with a bit of luck, its a brand new start, that might just work my way,&lt;br /&gt;no need to walk away, dont wanna live the lies replay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things will work out fine,&lt;br /&gt;if you cant find the courage to look pass the light,&lt;br /&gt;to see the break of dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;breathe again Toni Braxton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is that all there is to it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-6409118577271042155?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/6409118577271042155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=6409118577271042155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/6409118577271042155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/6409118577271042155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/01/unexplainable-emotions-pange-tinge-of-p.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-794898012968606025</id><published>2008-01-25T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T00:56:48.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5jBE4hpCUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hG_zRF3Berw/s1600-h/collage+2502+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5jBE4hpCUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hG_zRF3Berw/s320/collage+2502+one.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159085662790027586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5jBVIhpCVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7vpEfnq5ZIg/s1600-h/collage+2502+two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5jBVIhpCVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7vpEfnq5ZIg/s320/collage+2502+two.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159085941962901842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a cup of hot chocolate and a loaf of delicious tasty bread makes my supper. i had my hair trimmed today, the end result - i feel bald. ha oh wells, doesnt matter, used to being hairless already. balling today was fun, but poor rita, ramped and hit by the ball a thousand times. the guilty party? me. ta, i am so sorry. =(&lt;br /&gt;ok, i need to start mugging. i have a paper tomorrow and here i am still. but damn, my eyes are closing any moment soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mary's label: sab's permanent parttime girlfriend for life. we shall spite him till we die. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wake up wake up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-794898012968606025?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/794898012968606025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=794898012968606025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/794898012968606025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/794898012968606025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/01/cup-of-hot-chocolate-and-loaf-of.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5jBE4hpCUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hG_zRF3Berw/s72-c/collage+2502+one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-4771647479596983154</id><published>2008-01-22T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T23:15:19.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;food comes in second, when the cook's in priority.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy personally did the cooking today, yums THANKS MOM. i swear my tummy's gonna swell for another inch. i need to resist the temptation of food, i am getting fat.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'i think being a chef is nice, but i cant cook, so unless u need someone to sample your food, the kitchen's probably not the place for me. i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could try thou.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5YGU6Hj4VI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qiqbS8H4ESE/s1600-h/fork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5YGU6Hj4VI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qiqbS8H4ESE/s200/fork.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158317379467600210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i predict i'd fall sick soon. my head feels as though it weighs a million tons, its making my neck and body ache. i should go lie down for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i saw u today, you made my day. =)&lt;br /&gt;you're the reason i am feeling restless the entire night.&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i missed your voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7984633155054390822-4771647479596983154?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/4771647479596983154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=4771647479596983154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/4771647479596983154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/4771647479596983154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/01/food-comes-in-second-when-cooks-in.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5YGU6Hj4VI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qiqbS8H4ESE/s72-c/fork.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-470308519872882094</id><published>2008-01-22T02:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T02:36:24.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5ThJqHj4QI/AAAAAAAAADo/Hr1SwO_xbXY/s1600-h/collage2202one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5ThJqHj4QI/AAAAAAAAADo/Hr1SwO_xbXY/s320/collage2202one.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157995029287133442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5ThZqHj4RI/AAAAAAAAADw/rrAR0XT-KYc/s1600-h/collage2202two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5ThZqHj4RI/AAAAAAAAADw/rrAR0XT-KYc/s320/collage2202two.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157995304165040402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5Thp6Hj4SI/AAAAAAAAAD4/W_qZgMd9Eh8/s1600-h/collage2202three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5Thp6Hj4SI/AAAAAAAAAD4/W_qZgMd9Eh8/s320/collage2202three.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157995583337914658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5TiAqHj4TI/AAAAAAAAAEA/uaXB72lRqhQ/s1600-h/collage2202four.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5TiAqHj4TI/AAAAAAAAAEA/uaXB72lRqhQ/s320/collage2202four.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157995974179938610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5TicKHj4UI/AAAAAAAAAEI/y2Wm-3q6f2M/s1600-h/collage2202five.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5TicKHj4UI/AAAAAAAAAEI/y2Wm-3q6f2M/s320/collage2202five.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157996446626341186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down to tp, i think i must be crazy. anyway, in my half-sober state i saw alvina amy and evon today, stopped right in my tracks, stunned. ha. i got to eat my grilled fish again. yesssss. fed up with mugging, im screwed for tmr's paper, i shant anymore for the night. but, i will not allow the fucked up connection and the fucked up mugging to ruin this beautiful day of laughter and crapping, i will sleep happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wonder what you're thinking. i seriously do.&lt;br /&gt;good night.&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/7984633155054390822-470308519872882094?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/470308519872882094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=470308519872882094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hey ta cheer up alrights'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5OHfqHj4PI/AAAAAAAAADg/H8HG7HGJSrk/s1600-h/just_a_boy_by_xbenxcorex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5OHfqHj4PI/AAAAAAAAADg/H8HG7HGJSrk/s320/just_a_boy_by_xbenxcorex.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157614976221044978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLUCKS OUT HAIR. AAAAAAHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;my bed and table's in a HUGE mess! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;my notes are everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;i actually dug out my old Amaths notes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;because i practically cant remember what Amaths was about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DAMN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyway, im left with four more chapters to go. A FEAT!&lt;br /&gt;staying home all day, lying on all my notes, it actually helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAVE FUN SINGING, MISSES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-2531265208246893788?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/2531265208246893788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=2531265208246893788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/2531265208246893788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/2531265208246893788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/01/plucks-out-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5OHfqHj4PI/AAAAAAAAADg/H8HG7HGJSrk/s72-c/just_a_boy_by_xbenxcorex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-6341416565851179609</id><published>2008-01-18T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T22:42:34.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;P for;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLAY&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night. ta was dead tired though, and we got bored with the dance floor. oh oh, and we only had a bottle of bacardi breezer, self-control was good. hee. nonetheless, i did have fun laughing and fooling around with them. awesome. love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5CxM6Hj4LI/AAAAAAAAADA/d5CDTOPNsng/s1600-h/loves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5CxM6Hj4LI/AAAAAAAAADA/d5CDTOPNsng/s320/loves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156816408656732338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the nutty trios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5CxqKHj4MI/AAAAAAAAADI/WYZUMlfxMvs/s1600-h/love+candid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5CxqKHj4MI/AAAAAAAAADI/WYZUMlfxMvs/s320/love+candid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156816911167905986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;one week of papers and im left with two more next week. gees. we were supposed to mug today during lesson break, but, we ended up sleeping, eating, and camwhoring. shakes head. oh and i ate a double scoop ice-cream which took 30 seconds to melt, and they just stood there and laughed, while i declared war with my ice-cream - trying to finish licking up all the drips before it reaches my hand. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5CyVqHj4NI/AAAAAAAAADQ/RtvJwAplsvQ/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5CyVqHj4NI/AAAAAAAAADQ/RtvJwAplsvQ/s320/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156817658492215506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and yes brother, i totally forgot about it. ha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the story of the two dumb ass and the toilet door without its handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5CzE6Hj4OI/AAAAAAAAADY/QGmLQxqpysg/s1600-h/door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5CzE6Hj4OI/AAAAAAAAADY/QGmLQxqpysg/s320/door.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156818470241034466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mommy's having flu, i shall pester her to sleep now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-6341416565851179609?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/6341416565851179609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=6341416565851179609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/6341416565851179609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/6341416565851179609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/01/p-for-play-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R5CxM6Hj4LI/AAAAAAAAADA/d5CDTOPNsng/s72-c/loves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-7013852789726709412</id><published>2008-01-16T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T00:13:36.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R44izqHj4JI/AAAAAAAAACw/BFOoRHOgIO8/s1600-h/Picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R44izqHj4JI/AAAAAAAAACw/BFOoRHOgIO8/s320/Picture2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156096894260469906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love the colour contrast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh i am so gonna flunk tomorrow's paper, apparently i finished reading my notes and nothing went in. seriously worried about this module, its by far my worst. but no matter how, i think i still love schooling, it beats doing the same work over and over again daily. FA was alright today, i could remember most of my points. supposedly mugging in sailing clubroom but we went back to the lab. i did tried to stay awake but the chair was too comfy and tempting. anyway, i had my first try of fc3 fish and chips, it ain't really nice. i still miss TP's grilled fish. sam, bring it back for me. oh and mommy asked me if i wanted to cut my hair, i don't know, should i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stop sab; &lt;/span&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/7984633155054390822-7013852789726709412?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/7013852789726709412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=7013852789726709412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/7013852789726709412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/7013852789726709412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-love-colour-contrast.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R44izqHj4JI/AAAAAAAAACw/BFOoRHOgIO8/s72-c/Picture2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-8706247708502131858</id><published>2008-01-16T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T01:51:20.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some people laugh, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And some people cry, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And some people live, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And some people die, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And some people run, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Right into the fire, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And some people hide, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Their every desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't set the 3 alarms that i wanted to. mommy laughed and said im crazy, and told me to forget that idea, she'd wake me up. lucky for me, i didnt have to endure the terrible r-i-n-g-i-n-g sound and feel as though i've just woken up from the wrong side of the bed. still, i didn't finish my paper despite turning up early. stupid tricky questions. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever felt like ure never going to leave the toilet? we were 'trapped' in the females because the entrance door's missing a handle. gees, there's no way we could try and pull open the door without the handle. i went like 'brother, i cant open the door' then grace stared at the door and we started to think of ways to open the door, TILL WHEN we realised we could walk to the other side of the toilet and exit through there. DUMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner with grace after that, great talk. ages since we both sat down to talk, alone, with the usual craps and laughs and nutty jokes.&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, and did i mention, i saw my stage eye candy today. on stage, dancing, perfect. =D&lt;br /&gt;and and, i was named stalker today, specifically four times. *raises both hands and screams 'innocent'* it was purely coincidental. hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;candid nic. MUAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R4zqAKHj4HI/AAAAAAAAACc/6xZArtx9dcw/s1600-h/15012008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R4zqAKHj4HI/AAAAAAAAACc/6xZArtx9dcw/s320/15012008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155752961869340786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh wells,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the wonder-ings, the question marks and hesitations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-8706247708502131858?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/8706247708502131858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=8706247708502131858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8706247708502131858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8706247708502131858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/01/some-people-laugh-and-some-people-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R4zqAKHj4HI/AAAAAAAAACc/6xZArtx9dcw/s72-c/15012008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-8705645140036655334</id><published>2008-01-14T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T01:09:08.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;COEUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my table's in a mess, my bed's in a mess, my room's in a mess, i think it looks as though some monkey came in and thrashed around. my notes are all over the place, at least it feels like ive mugged. im satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah was utterly sweet today. she bought me a mechanic pencil after i made a casual remark about needing one yesterday night. now we both have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;twin&lt;/span&gt; pencils!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was late for my paper today, and i didnt finish the last question which is like fortyfive marks. shoots. i shut my alarm in the morning, and luckily mommy called or i wouldve totally missed the entire paper. i think id set 3 alarms tonight, and irritate myself awake. yes, i think i should do that. but don't be surprised to find me in a bad mood tomorrow morning, i hate being scared awake. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh ooh, and i found another way t decorate pictures without having to use photoshop (which i think i should probably get one =D ), adding thick black borders.&lt;br /&gt;and and these pictures were taken from ta. she makes the nicest collages. i love my name in red. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R4uWJaHj4FI/AAAAAAAAACM/NKm6S9l6IqQ/s1600-h/Picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R4uWJaHj4FI/AAAAAAAAACM/NKm6S9l6IqQ/s320/Picture2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155379286829686866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say hi to the hotties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R4uW4aHj4GI/AAAAAAAAACU/nBoFNaLpc1U/s1600-h/collarge1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R4uW4aHj4GI/AAAAAAAAACU/nBoFNaLpc1U/s320/collarge1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155380094283538530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. after listening to the perfect 10 the entire afternoon til now, i came to a conclusion 'perfect 10 always have nice songs because they repeat their songs over and over again' / and turn on the radio now to listen to this utterly irritating 'hong kong accent'. yewww. nevertheless, i still love perfect ten and their djs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;pictures of you, pictures of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-8705645140036655334?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/8705645140036655334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=8705645140036655334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8705645140036655334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8705645140036655334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/01/coeur-my-tables-in-mess-my-beds-in-mess.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R4uWJaHj4FI/AAAAAAAAACM/NKm6S9l6IqQ/s72-c/Picture2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-8363430995354916038</id><published>2008-01-13T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T00:24:49.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am officially over the word&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; mood-swing &lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no idea why, ?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me another ten minutes and i shall be over the phrase 'urgh, fuck'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just struck me that i am nineteen. i feel as though i was ten yesterday. am i gonna turn 30 with the next blink of my eye?! somehow, i don't have much recollections of last year, is that suppose to be good or bad? i want to get wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent my day yesterday playing arcade games, and playhouses, and legos and blah. ade was totally enjoying her datona, ta and nicole enjoying squeezing inside the playhouse. is it true that as u grow up, u tend to be more interested in children toys? they still fascinate me sometimes. and then it was jetty time, with 'please do not jump down the sea' shots. and later in the evening, prawning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R4oxcaHj4DI/AAAAAAAAAB8/c1-3c-q1p_I/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R4oxcaHj4DI/AAAAAAAAAB8/c1-3c-q1p_I/s400/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154987087596085298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy bought back noodles just now, we had fun eating while competing who's side of the table has the most gravy all over. daddy won. a couple of hours later and i would be sitting for my first paper. damn, i need to mug, i really need to mug. will somebody just make me fucking study? i should probably start mugging outdoors, somewhere secluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly have the craziest idea, maybe i should break my way into the rooftop and mug there while enjoying the night breeze? it would be nice.&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/7984633155054390822-8363430995354916038?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/8363430995354916038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=8363430995354916038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8363430995354916038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8363430995354916038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-officially-over-word-mood-swing.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R4oxcaHj4DI/AAAAAAAAAB8/c1-3c-q1p_I/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-5494357773019901676</id><published>2008-01-12T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T14:03:58.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your toy soldier, cruel to the heart.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up this morning, feeling like its the end of the world. Ironically, its feeling like any other morning before. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;playing hide and seek in the morning - mom, granny and aunt went to the market. they asked my granny to sit down while they shop for food, granny says she'll walk around than return back to the spot. ages later, granny didnt return. mommy called me and said 'granny's missing'. then the search began, the whole market was searched all over, still no sign of her. then after, we found granny sitting down at the coffee shop drinking coffee. -.- couldnt help it, i started laughing. family joke of the day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i closed the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7984633155054390822-5494357773019901676?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/5494357773019901676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=5494357773019901676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/5494357773019901676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/5494357773019901676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/01/your-toy-soldier-cruel-to-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-8958935582236269820</id><published>2008-01-12T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T01:19:57.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i spent the night party-ing. herstory was alright, the dancing was awesome. everything was great. the booze and the good company comes naturally together to make the night hot. as usual, ta was the star of the night; 'i love dancing with u'. muaha  lina, i told u she's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; aint it?&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt over-boozing, in fact, i realised i hadnt drank alot, but still, party was great. oh wells. all in all, the night ended well, with certain happenings. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im happy for u, u've taken that one step out that will make everything else easier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R4ehYqHj4CI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qI410koajKc/s1600-h/11012008%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R4ehYqHj4CI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qI410koajKc/s200/11012008%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154265743543754786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;get caught on candid camera! look at her in that trance, silently enjoying the embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey babe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Genki o dashite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it means cheer up in japanese,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you know we love you. i do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7984633155054390822-8958935582236269820?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/8958935582236269820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=8958935582236269820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8958935582236269820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/8958935582236269820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-spent-night-party-ing.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R4ehYqHj4CI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qI410koajKc/s72-c/11012008%28002%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7984633155054390822.post-7789146265603723383</id><published>2008-01-09T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T02:11:34.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;payback time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;starring ms rita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R4O7l6Hj4BI/AAAAAAAAABs/M0ND9fS3XO8/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R4O7l6Hj4BI/AAAAAAAAABs/M0ND9fS3XO8/s320/collage1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153168658572501010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our very very own happening evening. time never fail to pass quickly when im with them. i laughed too much i think my tummy's bloated with gas. we camwhored we joked around we were oblivion to anyone else. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ta and nicole and my FUGLY SHOTS!&lt;/span&gt; they were lovely though. lol. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the nerds, the ugly faces, the scary eyes, the do-re-mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i couldve done well with little emotion, frankly, i am now.&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/7984633155054390822-7789146265603723383?l=mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/feeds/7789146265603723383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7984633155054390822&amp;postID=7789146265603723383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/7789146265603723383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7984633155054390822/posts/default/7789146265603723383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysummersoundtracks.blogspot.com/2008/01/payback-time-starring-ms-rita.html' title=''/><author><name>sab lowie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SqJ-fTxIpu0/R4O7l6Hj4BI/AAAAAAAAABs/M0ND9fS3XO8/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
