<?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-1680547468642279681</id><updated>2012-01-30T11:46:42.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jiaenelideman</title><subtitle type='html'>We will either be each other’s salvation, or each other’s doom.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-6550474971330480945</id><published>2012-01-30T11:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T11:33:19.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SUBxfi_m2E8/TyYPN8t745I/AAAAAAAAA9A/vjpAZZ9Ao84/s200/153263193538498159_XsM4yav0_c.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-6550474971330480945?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/6550474971330480945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/6550474971330480945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SUBxfi_m2E8/TyYPN8t745I/AAAAAAAAA9A/vjpAZZ9Ao84/s72-c/153263193538498159_XsM4yav0_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-2043980789259495670</id><published>2012-01-30T02:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T11:46:42.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain is grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ლ(ಠ益ಠლ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FTlC5h6H2ws/TyWCft084mI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/G4FvCodNf2k/s640/A_Dark_Starry_Night_Wallpaper_by_s3vendays%5B1%5D.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7mDR66gIGw8/TyYSfbGbCYI/AAAAAAAAA9I/Sl53chGGyXs/s640/389850_307948579250245_224230247622079_916312_1927789043_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce and i spent 2 nights together and y'know how you'll tend to forget all your troubles when you're with friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was how i felt. After she went home, i feel like im all alone again. My home, it feels like a shell bc i seldom talk to my family too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime when im back at home, all the things i didnt want to think about just came back into my mind automatically and i friggin' hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst of all, when i woke up today, i got a text from Gary (=..=) After reading his text i felt so fucked up i'dk what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus he kept reminding me of our past. Although the past about us he mentioned were good stuffs, but in my flashbacks, there were only all the bad things he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bc the bad things he did can actually cover up ALL the good moments we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, i replied him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like the things i replied back to him were all about what happened to me during last year just that i cut it in short. Ehy.... actually i didnt even specifically tell him what happened, i just babbled a bunch of shits and while i was replying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the same time, my mind had flashbacks about everything that had happened last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know why i started telling him all those stuffs either. Its like after i hit the send button then i realised what i was actually doing. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i had a friend. I couldnt use the "real me" to talk to him at all. He didnt allow it. He said its bc he's afraid that people are gonna talk shits about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i think the real reason is bc he's afraid of people talking craps about him bc he's flirting with alot of girls. Okeh seriously i dont even care if he's flirting or not bc we're only friends (=..=) its bc of him, he's the caused of the whole damn problem that i have to hide behind a guy's status to talk to him. Z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How pathetic is that LOL. I find it too suffocating to be friends with him so eventually i stopped talking to him much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus in the first place, why will people talk shits about me when i did nothing? So his excuse is fucking crappy that even an idiot is not gonna believe it. Laughs.&lt;span style="background-color: #444444; color: #cccccc;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;(I actually thought he's a good friend at first but then again, everyone in my life is a user + liar just that i didnt expect myself to meet someone so wtf again this soon, so, yeah.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont even know how to explain what i wanna post right now. Its like a fucking mixture of feelings but the only thing i can feel really clearly right now, is emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'dk if im the one who chased everyone out of my life bc i dont even believe anyone anymore apart from Joyce and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i do know one thing is that, i typed loads of nonsense in this post that didnt make any bit of sense at all. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i feel so much better after typing it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im only 18... but why do i have to face cunning people that only adults are facing? Plus i'hv started defending myself against all kinds of people since 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-optlWHdLjtM/TyWLKajgJnI/AAAAAAAAA7g/dGjt6KQTchk/s640/bear-near-window.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhhh, enough of the stupid talks about my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now, its gonna be pictures of me and Joyce! (^..^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We played with the makeups we did 2 years back!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S6lJxjSrs04/TyWN-8PS5NI/AAAAAAAAA7o/IXJ8Zsusqgs/s640/i0109.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Did we improve??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aefal2l6IrY/TyWOZ7ABf5I/AAAAAAAAA78/AbJIPtaap90/s640/foolsaway039.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="600" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Izg2tZdVRuI/TyWO3vc-XII/AAAAAAAAA8Q/7I7H5QmCMTg/s640/foolsaway038.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="594" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lalFDXCIhgk/TyWPHylFiOI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/sJ-ex7enkvM/s640/foolsaway040.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="508" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m2TlLjb1Qu8/TyWPXkgtAYI/AAAAAAAAA8g/kT09SB51GYU/s640/foolsaway037.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'dk why i really enjoy doing makeups like this. Not for going out, just for taking photos! Probably bc time will pass by fast and my mind is all about makeups for that period of time instead of other things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Even if its only for 3 minutes, its still a bliss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And the reason i kept saying 3 minutes instead of 4 or 5 minutes is bc i really like listening to a song that sounds god damn relaxing i swear it feels like nothing bad can hurt you. ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #a64d79; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOAMS ARE FUN BY THE WAY! ~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MDWMccShx5o/TyWpGXfwiZI/AAAAAAAAA84/jr8YDajgCng/s640/i0108.jpg" width="382" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jW46gSDT14c/TyWW4QYi8hI/AAAAAAAAA8w/VMDVCdgNVAQ/s640/rainbow-background-colors-27178579-1024-768.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/1680547468642279681-2043980789259495670?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/2043980789259495670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/2043980789259495670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-just-want-to-feel-3-minutes-of-summer.html' title='Rain is grace'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FTlC5h6H2ws/TyWCft084mI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/G4FvCodNf2k/s72-c/A_Dark_Starry_Night_Wallpaper_by_s3vendays%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-7060725182235007492</id><published>2012-01-24T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T21:45:09.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring chinese new year *yawnz*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;Excluding those money for Chinese New Year, the rest are just plain boring. ($_$)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i hope this year will get better even though...... my nightmare is starting in approximately 8 days. Wish me luck to get out of that stupid "compulsory" company dinner on 7th Feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, hell.. theres no such word as compulsory in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pp9rx-0JqaA/Tx6x6zY9syI/AAAAAAAAA7A/OPQuqkF-cps/s400/Weijie%2526Jiaen.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NIfm8QvgANM/Tx6y_LCoqRI/AAAAAAAAA7I/RI3LZPxbN-E/s400/%257E6sXs9%257E%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YYgBdwwaKlA/Tx61RPnhX6I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/j8D4MFr7gXs/s400/6sXs9.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-7060725182235007492?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/7060725182235007492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/7060725182235007492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2012/01/boring-chinese-new-year-yawnz.html' title='Boring chinese new year *yawnz*'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pp9rx-0JqaA/Tx6x6zY9syI/AAAAAAAAA7A/OPQuqkF-cps/s72-c/Weijie%2526Jiaen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-3279153572040415859</id><published>2012-01-16T23:20:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T03:37:39.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im not arguing. Im simply explaining why im right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #ea9999; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;Dont tell me the sky's the limit when there are footprints on the moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #e06666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;And if women didn't exist, all the money in this world would have no meaning at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gATT8RkVkvQ/TxQ__4mlbDI/AAAAAAAAA64/uZKdu6WOufA/s320/378566861_PWDPj3TZ_c.jpg" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okeh. i just LOL-ED at one of the messages being sent to me by my secondary school classmates. Like seriously???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You people gave Joyce and i so much unhappy memories back then and now you all have the boody cheeks to say HI, DO YOU REMEMBER ME? (-..-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Go to hell. Z.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Plus, i dont like to forgive + forget so all of what they did has been etched into my mind since then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, why do people nowadays let me feel like they're living in their own damn world. Its like they expect you to listen to them, but they never ever listens to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Worst of all, after you finished talking about your own stuffs, they just acted like you havent said one word at all and jump straight to their topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All most everyone i know behave in this manner and thats why i fucking hate to talk to them. Whats up with this living-in-the-own-world thing? Zzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-3279153572040415859?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/3279153572040415859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/3279153572040415859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2012/01/hahahaha-d.html' title='Im not arguing. Im simply explaining why im right.'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gATT8RkVkvQ/TxQ__4mlbDI/AAAAAAAAA64/uZKdu6WOufA/s72-c/378566861_PWDPj3TZ_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-5394811059749144608</id><published>2012-01-16T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T00:48:53.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Add-on to yesterday's post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I totally forgot to mention...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YES!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While Joyce was filling up her job form yesterday, i bought a unicorn for myself! :D﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though i got caught&amp;nbsp;eventually and need to go through her rounds of nagging, but FINALLY, AT LEAST I BOUGHT A NEW TOY! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480px" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JZRYonpP2rs/TxMCNhzimkI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/A2--pdSV-N0/s640/IMG_2857_.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;AND I GOT THIS DOLL BELOW IN A MINI-VERSION. THE NEXT TOY I WANNA BUY IS GONNA BE A SUPER BIG-SIZE OF HER! I ALREADY KNOW WHERE TO BUY IT!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;♥-♥)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512px" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuLxL1Sl_9I/TxMCmCAeGfI/AAAAAAAAA6o/LkjhCncqTd8/s640/IMG_2849.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-5394811059749144608?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/5394811059749144608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/5394811059749144608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2012/01/add-on-to-yesterdays-post.html' title='Add-on to yesterday&apos;s post!'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JZRYonpP2rs/TxMCNhzimkI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/A2--pdSV-N0/s72-c/IMG_2857_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-9136913730541860180</id><published>2012-01-15T01:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T03:28:15.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;:'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, i went out with Joyce today to collect the bestfriend necklaces we made together ﻿last week. Plus&amp;nbsp;she also found a job. We're working in the same mall but different place though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aha! So we're both starting on February next month just that mine's 1st and her's 2nd. My nightmare is coming soon. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS WHY I HATE GROWING UP AND WHY DO WE HAVE TO GO THEOUGH ALL OF THAT! &amp;gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*This is like the 5th ice-cream cone im eating right now*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, anyway, the necklaces look like this :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480px" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DYbgBuEgFoM/TxG6pFB5gRI/AAAAAAAAA54/AgJ-3hl6lZU/s640/foolsaway036.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480px" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v_6dyOuLHkc/TxG6nCcXOjI/AAAAAAAAA5w/KDbUkxf_q68/s640/foolsaway035.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, i luv the necklaces so much :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While customizing this 2 necklaces, i got so fucking angry&amp;nbsp;i could blast having to explain to&amp;nbsp;the person whos gonna submit our design to whoever-the-dang-person is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bc she kept trying to change the damn design when i DO NOT want it. (=..=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then later after collecting the necklaces, i went out of the mall to have a break. Then Joyce told me she needed to go off to the toilet urgently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okeh seriously at that moment i just felt vehveh weird bc she never ever leave like that.&amp;nbsp;But without asking much,&amp;nbsp;i went around looking at toys after she left &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(My fave! I luv toys ♥-♥)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I dont know if its bc Joyce and i have been friends for far too long or whatever, but i just know that shes gonna buy something for me, so i went to buy her fave Eeyore &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(i dont understand whats so cute about Eeyore...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; soft toy for her and by the time she came back to the spot where she asked me to wait for her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;JUST NICE I WAS WALKING BACK TOO! AND LUCKY FOR THAT OTHERWISE I'LL GET NAG AT AGAIN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i knew it. She handed me a wrapped up present and i passed the Eeyore to her too. ~ Aha ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;AND GUESS WHAT SHE GAVE ME?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;THIS :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QiXPEl11Q4g/TxG9lQJ4ULI/AAAAAAAAA6A/O10PSukRLG8/s640/foolsaway034.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;THE MOMENT I SAW THIS I WENT WTF-ING ALL THE WAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SHE EDITED THIS PHOTO LAST NIGHT&amp;nbsp;THEN WENT TO PRINT&amp;nbsp;IT OUT JUST NOW&amp;nbsp;AND PUT IT INTO THAT FRAME!! :@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT AN UGLY PIC OF US BY THE WAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;THE PHOTO BELOW LOOKS SO MUCH BETTER! (♥-♥)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And i realise having thick-skin isnt of much use bc im still sick and its getting so bloody worst i wish i can exchange my throat and nose with someone else. T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sKaHzfKRbCE/TxHA1MmHI9I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/4K35wnFXetc/s640/i0103.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I luv myself muamua♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;OH AND WORST OF ALL I NEED TO GET UP AT 6AM LATER TOGETHER WITH JOYCE TO ACCOMPANY SH TO THE GOD-DAMN HOSPITAL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;LIKE SERIOUSLY? ITS ALREADY 3.25AM AND I WONDER HOW AM I GOING TO GET THROUGH MY DAY LATER BEING SO DAMN TIRED T.T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SAVE. ME.&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/1680547468642279681-9136913730541860180?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/9136913730541860180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/9136913730541860180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2012/01/another-bestfriend-story.html' title='&gt;:&apos;('/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DYbgBuEgFoM/TxG6pFB5gRI/AAAAAAAAA54/AgJ-3hl6lZU/s72-c/foolsaway036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-2442776548678437867</id><published>2012-01-12T23:35:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T00:23:40.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM SICKKKK! WHY NOW..... T.T</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It feels like the world has been frozen. T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sickness took my cuteness away. (#_#)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND BC 23RD IS NEARING THATS WHY IM SO UNLUCKY TO GET SICK RIGHT NOW!!! :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="436px" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sRPTzFO0jZ0/Tw8Dmot64yI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/RAXobLIjwiU/s640/Untitled001.png" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(CARTOON ABOVE&amp;nbsp; + ME = [♥-♥])&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UeASvylenAs/Tw8I63Tc5cI/AAAAAAAAA5g/AZk0kh6czQg/s640/i0101.jpg" width="478px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the saddest day of my life bc i am sick!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SICK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;T.T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;﻿&lt;/em&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/1680547468642279681-2442776548678437867?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/2442776548678437867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/2442776548678437867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-sickkkk-why-now-tt.html' title='I AM SICKKKK! WHY NOW..... T.T'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sRPTzFO0jZ0/Tw8Dmot64yI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/RAXobLIjwiU/s72-c/Untitled001.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-3565406328578111646</id><published>2012-01-11T23:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T01:49:34.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so happy (♥-♥)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to buy new toys for myself yesterday but Joyce dont allow. T.T she threatened me too! What a bad friend. &lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( :D )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i&amp;nbsp;survived through&amp;nbsp;her rounds of nagging about money again!!!! AHA! ♥♥♥ I AM SO PROUD OF MYSELF!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-atw42Ckixjs/Tw2uuctpHlI/AAAAAAAAA4o/j9p2t3q43eA/s640/foolsaway0032.png" width="506px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="612px" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iqYlevlQRRg/Tw2u6VipHJI/AAAAAAAAA4w/2oubjeeb83I/s640/foolsaway33.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From yesterday onwards, i'hv been living in heaven BECAUSE I BOUGHT SOMETHING!!! (♥-♥)&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(except for the nagging part!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND THAT REMINDS ME! MY PIANO IS STILL&amp;nbsp;IN I.C.U&amp;nbsp;AND I AM VEHVEH ANGRY I SWEAR MY HEAD IS GONNA SPIN AND SHOOT RIGHT OUT THE GOD DAMN WINDOW ANYTIME! :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="588px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3UV9kv_g9TE/Tw3KEwCnG1I/AAAAAAAAA5A/tTb5FsLZKwI/s640/ii099_.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(♥-♥) I am so cute today. ~&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/1680547468642279681-3565406328578111646?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/3565406328578111646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/3565406328578111646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-so-happy.html' title='I am so happy (♥-♥)'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-atw42Ckixjs/Tw2uuctpHlI/AAAAAAAAA4o/j9p2t3q43eA/s72-c/foolsaway0032.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-2811586827169618502</id><published>2012-01-09T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T21:30:03.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day to start off with. Zzz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im so angry i can blast right now. -..- I dont know who the fuck meddle with my piano now the whole thing's spoiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What the fuck? Especially when you wake up one morning and realise it on your own without anyone telling and nobody wants to own up. z.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-2811586827169618502?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/2811586827169618502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/2811586827169618502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-so-angry-i-can-blast-right-now.html' title='What a day to start off with. Zzz.'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-5285867792492239479</id><published>2012-01-09T01:38:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T05:39:37.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bestfriends for 6 years starting from 2012 (^..^) - True tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;If only time can stop and wont move on any longer... Cus i feel that i dont have enough time to complete everything i wanna do, and then&amp;nbsp;i cant get back alot of things in life. T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;For example, my cuteness. HAHAHAHA :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning when i woke up, i received a video from Joyce. A video that she'll make every year for me since 2010.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; (Okeh she just started making videos for 2 years but ahya! I know there'll be more to come in future! ;D)﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dont know if its bc i just woke up or something, but&amp;nbsp;then it was a surprise&amp;nbsp;to me. I felt vehveh happy at that moment bc she still remembered a bunch of stuffs we did for the past 5 years!&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; (This year just started, so no memories yet!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In response to her video, i made one back to her! Im not gonna post out the video cus it'll corrupt with my blogsong so, yeah. ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For Roslyn, we just started being friends for a year, so theres not much memories yet, plus shes someone who dont look back at all, while i do - alot. So no video for her! :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'hv included photos of Joyce and i since we were... 13? Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okeh here goes :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="404px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GIdPhZ5Ld0w/TwnIZCBNEVI/AAAAAAAAA0g/yEibpstrv0c/s640/bestfriend001.png" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We look so cute when we were 13 ;) AHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kxMejKbM6RI/TwnJ-fGhetI/AAAAAAAAA1I/WP5idbdiUqY/s640/foolsaway005.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="404px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_vc7nNJPE1M/TwnIjT5WeRI/AAAAAAAAA0o/i-Xr3P0ri4w/s640/bestfriend002.png" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="404px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V385Gf5J1vw/TwnIwlFz_QI/AAAAAAAAA0w/wh8O2UUGwY0/s640/bestfriend003.png" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="404px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M7l16mbGcj8/TwnI8hduj3I/AAAAAAAAA04/4ixKu0UBBrg/s640/bestfriend004.png" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="404px" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AOZsxLKPqxI/TwnJI5XdQlI/AAAAAAAAA1A/L0j1y0t_ZxA/s640/bestfriend005.png" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I still remember i was sick on this day and we were only 14. Ehyyyy, i think we skipped morning assembly that day and hide in the toilet? HAHAHA! I feel like laughing whenever i think back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="528px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LO6gm5utVRY/TwnKXrR7b2I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/fuZG5fP9W_I/s640/foolsaway008.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Webcamming at 3am and i remembered&amp;nbsp;that day in a few hours' time we were gonna be&amp;nbsp;having N level exam! Cus we cant sleep, too scared of the test if im not wrong.&lt;img border="0" height="472px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mlpn4gNtiXI/TwnLCXnL7AI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/x2o19mw9eUk/s640/foolsaway026.png" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This picture was taken last year. Joyce and i just started off in ITE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qHO1QRxR5B8/TwnLxuTkwkI/AAAAAAAAA1g/qObnW0w68YI/s640/foolsaway029.jpg" width="456px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-80RDwugTcXE/TwnMQjzqdxI/AAAAAAAAA1o/LJkni2Qxjww/s640/foolsaway023.JPG" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="436px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RBSeVtvAPRU/TwnMnuJhDFI/AAAAAAAAA1w/RZ4MxdRTq0U/s640/bestfriend016.png" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="404px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b8wuGYEBbqE/TwnM4sGTu3I/AAAAAAAAA14/TBj4KnfoL8g/s640/bestfriend006.png" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I dont know why,&amp;nbsp;throughout all these times even when&amp;nbsp;theres new friends&amp;nbsp;who come into my life, at the end of the day, its always Joyce whos there for me when im upset and stuffs. It has always been like this for these past 6 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While the rest, they pretended&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;care, when in fact, they're just&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kehpos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; only. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and, ever since those crazy days out, these past few days i'hv been cooping myself at home to read so that i wont forget how to spell some certain words! :@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Plus, i cant really read chinese, there was once i cant even write my own chinese name when told to do so cus i'hv forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And i need to pick up my uniform on tuesday -&amp;nbsp;for work. I'hv decided im gonna work for&amp;nbsp;the coming 3 years. And then i'll decide what to do later on cus im completely lost right now. z.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Its like ever since i quit school i dont wanna think about the future thats why i'hv been dreading 2012. I feel like im gonna live another nightmare once again every new year starts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HATE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;GROWING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;UP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;AND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;WHY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;CANT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;KID&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;FOREVER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;:@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahhhh, this is gonna be one crappy year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="361px" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Vy7Qmh91e0/TwnZ9eYZlyI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/0c8uOIKJEso/s400/2012_1_9_1.56.54.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And i changed couple again. -..- everytime when the ring's level is going higher, problems always cropped up last minute and leads to the ring being broken. ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder how long can this one last&amp;nbsp;for now. Laughs. ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And i hate Daisy ring vehveh much bc it looks so ugly im gonna hurl. Ew. Like&amp;nbsp;the one my grandma's wearing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;******* AND ROSLYN POY YOU THIS STUPID IDIOT I AM VEHVEH ANGRY AT YOU RIGHT NOW AND EVERYDAY! JOYCE AND I ALREADY DONT HAVE MUCH TIME TO MEET UP WITH YOU FROM NEXT MONTH ONWARDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;AND THAT IS WHY WE'RE TREASURING EVERY MOMENT TO GO OUT NOW AND YET ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS THAT BLOODY CBP AND TAGGING YOUR EXP!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;LVL 73 ALREADY THEN??? YOU WILL PLAY AUDITIONSEA UNTIL YOU 99 YEARS OLD MEH!!!! :@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;NO RIGHT?!?!?! (#_#) *******&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/1680547468642279681-5285867792492239479?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/5285867792492239479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/5285867792492239479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2012/01/bestfriends-for-6-years-starting-from.html' title='Bestfriends for 6 years starting from 2012 (^..^) - True tears'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GIdPhZ5Ld0w/TwnIZCBNEVI/AAAAAAAAA0g/yEibpstrv0c/s72-c/bestfriend001.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-5141277983329081302</id><published>2012-01-03T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T18:13:37.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fzZ5HxLQTIk/TwLPj_X1xDI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/J79moPAcJ7g/s640/rainy-days%255B1%255D.png" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Y'knw whats the part i hate the most about growing up? Its when things have to change and end, then move on to another step of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bc i hate changes. Changes always change people's relationship and friendship among them. Growing up isnt the end of the world, but still, i'll lose some things that i'dw to. Its like some people just cant understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They keep giving me those kinda craps whereby growing up is just part of life, and saying that its what everyone has to go through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And who on earth doesnt knw that? -..-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Its just about the things that i'll lose okeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'dw my friends and i to drift apart bc of works and stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Although 2011 is just one short year but theres alot of things that happened it felt like 5 years has passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And i feel exceptionally emotional everytime when a new years starts and the old one ends i'dk why. -..-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, my 2011 ended pretty badly and 2012 started off crappy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Plus, theres some people i regretted knowing in life last year. They made things super ugly and&amp;nbsp;it seemed like the world is all about money, making use of people and stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'll never forget them in this lifetime LOL bc they taught me some really important lessons in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks ah, ahguas. (-..-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But i hope i'll never have to meet people like y'all again. ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, and from this year onwards im not gonna have as much time as before. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(I dont even want to think about it but i cant help it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;So i hope i'll spend this January happily bc then on February = nightmare starts.&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/1680547468642279681-5141277983329081302?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/5141277983329081302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/5141277983329081302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2012/01/growing-up.html' title='Growing up.'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fzZ5HxLQTIk/TwLPj_X1xDI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/J79moPAcJ7g/s72-c/rainy-days%255B1%255D.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-1279194741280296292</id><published>2011-12-02T16:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T17:00:01.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money-minded people and funny pictures. ($_$)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rey and i both have a new facebook display picture and they were being edited by Joyce. I never did realise nor notice&amp;nbsp;that guys can look so beautiful with makeups on that i wna puke. At least not until today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;W-T-F maximum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okeh la. My display picture is actually pretty sexy and its turning me on. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="640px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RHWs3yGfaE8/TtiMEdrN3HI/AAAAAAAAA0M/lx3Y4r9t99o/s640/38161_415673474869_739084869_4506550_7396720_n.jpg" width="478px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(This is my facebook display picture)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="640px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O-TNPWmmfCk/TtiMDDbn4iI/AAAAAAAAA0E/6aDeIPGBbt0/s640/371054_100002566454955_205075273_n%255B1%255D.jpg" width="480px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(This is Rey's facebook display picture)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fyi, this is not really cyber-bullying. Bc their looks were changed so drastically that no one could'hv recognised them anyway.&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;Bc when Joyce showed me both the "before" and "after" photos i was&amp;nbsp;taken aback too. Not that it mattered much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, liars and users dont deserve sympathy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know what? Im fucking done. All most everyone in my life is being such a user and&amp;nbsp;worst&amp;nbsp;of all,&amp;nbsp;a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, i also realised that everyone around me are so fucking money-minded that they can do everything or say anything just to get that lil' bit of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money caused people's relationships and friendships to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE DO THAT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly despise people who can do anything for $$ especially when its going to&amp;nbsp;hurt people around them, people whom they claimed that they care about. Why look at money in a way like its so much more important than kinship? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHY RECENTLY, ALL MOST ALL OF MY BLOG POSTS ARE ABOUT LIARS, USERS AND MONEY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;FUCK. IF I CONTINUE ON, WILL I BECOME A MONEY-MINDED FREAK LIKE THEM????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I DONT WANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And srsly they are so full of nonsense, everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ah, just go to hell you money-minded freaks. ($_$)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Friggin' retarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAHAHA, in future when you see me, my face will be like ($_$) !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-1279194741280296292?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/1279194741280296292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/1279194741280296292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2011/12/money-minded-people-and-funny-pictures.html' title='Money-minded people and funny pictures. ($_$)'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RHWs3yGfaE8/TtiMEdrN3HI/AAAAAAAAA0M/lx3Y4r9t99o/s72-c/38161_415673474869_739084869_4506550_7396720_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-7355503297013712658</id><published>2011-11-27T11:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T12:02:44.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughs. You are waaaaay past my expiry date.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="464px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ObQWr3ZALxA/TtGyHS_gEvI/AAAAAAAAAz0/af0rTA4F0zc/s640/rainy-night-by-wael-saad%255B1%255D.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okeh, i can never get enough of you being miserable. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(I am not heartless, i just chose not to give a fuck bc you're just some dumb shit.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Once you made&amp;nbsp;me mad, good luck to you. (^..^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Go on and talk somemore. Sometimes i wonder if you're a girl in guy's disguise. Plus, you have the money to flirt around, to go for mahjong session, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;yet you refuse to return me back. Laughs maximum. Your lies are piling higher each day. And right from the start you already lied,&amp;nbsp;just that&amp;nbsp;i failed to see it until now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The funniest thing you ever told me as quoted from you was, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;"I dont lie, i hate liars and i hate lying. You can trust me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Just a reminder for you boy,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;i always get what i want. ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="480px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sMYOrQ2d_eQ/TtGz8DKwRoI/AAAAAAAAAz8/TanZWjPt0tY/s640/jingles_living_dead_dolls_by_eimzz-d30jdwl%255B1%255D.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-7355503297013712658?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/7355503297013712658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/7355503297013712658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2011/11/laughs-you-are-waaaaay-past-my-expiry.html' title='Laughs. You are waaaaay past my expiry date.'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ObQWr3ZALxA/TtGyHS_gEvI/AAAAAAAAAz0/af0rTA4F0zc/s72-c/rainy-night-by-wael-saad%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-5961288575359348939</id><published>2011-11-25T17:56:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T01:52:43.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(#_#) I. AM. VERY. VERY. ANGRY!!!! No amount of honeystar will put out the fire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhhh, hell. (#_#)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Everytime when i get to know someone new, i always ask myself if that person is gonna end up being my salvation or doom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And quite a plenty turned out&amp;nbsp;to be&amp;nbsp;crappy people&amp;nbsp;and definitely the doom in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway! I broke my gladius ring bc i cannot tolerate sharing the same ring with someone who&amp;nbsp;constantly talks shit&amp;nbsp;about me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i dont care if you&amp;nbsp;want to crap&amp;nbsp;about me, but just make sure the things you said are real, too bad it isnt, so.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-poof- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ring gone.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;(He said he didnt though. But whatever. I dont care. I know&amp;nbsp;he did.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGWzEWgOzYs/Ts9kyc_I7WI/AAAAAAAAAzc/QZ06AypLqBM/s1600/eeeks.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A guy who&amp;nbsp;craps about people waaaaay more than a girl does, is completely beyond hope. ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okeh, just go to hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="640px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TEyo4cdCjv0/Ts9fJwMpx7I/AAAAAAAAAzE/U1CunS9l8MA/s640/i097.jpg" width="478px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="640px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2FVWZcC_KM/Ts9fL8nnC-I/AAAAAAAAAzM/-OKsniVlyF0/s640/i098.jpg" width="530px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="362px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5vC0jXP5458/Ts9h0DJDrgI/AAAAAAAAAzU/mX2Db4d7Ptc/s400/Couple+Memo.png" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And right now, im rebuilding my ring and garden again!&amp;nbsp;Im still stuck at Saffron. (#_#) What the fuck. But lucky this guy whom im sharing that ring with, does NOT talk shit like a girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;People who lie dont deserve any second chance. People who cheat dont deserve any second chance either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you're really sorry about it, in the first place you wouldn't have done what you did and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;if you're sorry then you're sorry theres no BUTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Selfish and stingy people are major turn offs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Right now, i am an angry woman who havent had her honeystar yet so im off to go get some! :@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="400px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JgK3eL46fQM/Ts_So00xRVI/AAAAAAAAAzk/w7nq4piTc0s/s400/draft_lens13522511module120570071photo_1284922889VampireFangs%255B1%255D.jpg" width="311px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HONEYSTARS!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-5961288575359348939?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/5961288575359348939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/5961288575359348939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-very-very-angry.html' title='(#_#) I. AM. VERY. VERY. ANGRY!!!! No amount of honeystar will put out the fire.'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gGWzEWgOzYs/Ts9kyc_I7WI/AAAAAAAAAzc/QZ06AypLqBM/s72-c/eeeks.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-7314761371410568199</id><published>2011-10-26T07:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T08:05:27.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:')                            Rainy mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="411px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DUFYvUwTJ5A/TqdG4MBMDfI/AAAAAAAAAy8/R2xWy4IXUg8/s640/73466_150361288341816_116746371703308_262240_1167626_n.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Everyday, life's the same. Doing the same old things, living in the same old place, facing the same people. Go to school when we were young,&amp;nbsp;then started&amp;nbsp;working when we got older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And in the end, we'll still die of old age / sickness, so whats the point in fighting for survival right here on Earth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And some people even selfishly betray their own family / friends just for themselves, bc they&amp;nbsp;can gain&amp;nbsp;benefit out of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All the lies, started to pile up higher and higher each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Theres no ending to all these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-7314761371410568199?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/7314761371410568199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/7314761371410568199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_26.html' title=':&apos;)                            Rainy mood'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DUFYvUwTJ5A/TqdG4MBMDfI/AAAAAAAAAy8/R2xWy4IXUg8/s72-c/73466_150361288341816_116746371703308_262240_1167626_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-8862400239612113502</id><published>2011-10-18T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T15:16:00.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_|_</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Damn, you really pissed me off so badly and now i hate you so much more than i already do. Quit lying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whats fucking wrong with you. -..-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I removed you from my pb bc&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; i dont want a liar to know my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-8862400239612113502?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/8862400239612113502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/8862400239612113502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='_|_'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-5776962962541665105</id><published>2011-04-02T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T02:13:06.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A shortshort post from a vehveh tired girl namely me. ~ ^..^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;School holiday is ending soon, which is a total bummer. Plus i totally forgot about that Java project work given by Mr. Sugundha to Roslyn and me. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(I wish someone smart would save us from that hell load of shit right now before we&amp;nbsp;drown in Mr.Sugundha's bullshit crap when&amp;nbsp;school starts.)﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okeh, so heres another thing. Joyce totally scared the shit outta me a few days back by going near a Jellyfish which im sure, is gonna sting us real bad if it touches us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I canNOT deal with another thing thats gonna cause me a heart-attack again even though its kinda fun bc well, we were surrounded by 4 Jellyfishes but then only 1 of it was so friggin' near us i thought i was gonna die. HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things are a lil' crazy now, in a good way.&amp;nbsp;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/i093-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/i094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ohhhhhh, i totally luv my fangs alot, you do too, dont you? AHAHAHA! ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-5776962962541665105?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/5776962962541665105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/5776962962541665105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2011/04/shortshort-post-from-vehveh-tired-girl.html' title='A shortshort post from a vehveh tired girl namely me. ~ ^..^'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-6556126174137456056</id><published>2011-03-28T02:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T02:30:41.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I luv snail everyday and i missed Joyce.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hell, ever since school started, Joyce and i didnt really have as much time together as before. Sometimes i kinda missed the old times when we were still young and fooling around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Different class with a&amp;nbsp;different class schedule really made us and alot of things different. Anyway, i meet up with Joyce 2 days ago and we took some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time dont really exist in my life anymore. ~ And bc of that, i feel that everything is totally boring me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know this is random, but i&amp;nbsp;kinda hate the sun. It always hurt my eyes alot.&amp;nbsp;If only everyday is gonna be night. D:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/foolsaway029-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/foolsaway028-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And y'know what? After browsing through my photo folders, i realised i didnt have much memories of 1010 with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photos are so little i actually feel kinda upset about it. Ohwell. Nevermind. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments ago, i was just wondering if losing everything in life is a part of growing up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am abit crappy today i have no idea why. And when i do know, hell will freeze over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeh seriously i dont think im making sense right now. I think i'll just stop here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-6556126174137456056?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/6556126174137456056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/6556126174137456056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-luv-snail-everyday-and-i-missed-joyce.html' title='I luv snail everyday and i missed Joyce.'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-5451616865882888504</id><published>2011-03-04T03:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T16:12:37.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Issues with trust and hell, im gonna make Mr. Sugandha so sorry for ignoring me on every thursday and friday by handing in my assignments on time! &gt;:'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I luv [insert name]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/magical-ocean-sunset-wallpaper-1920x12001-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im barely alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I. Dont. Have. Enough. Sleep. Everyday. And. I. Want. My. Sleep. NOW. )':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okeh basically, i just slacked my days off this week. I also realised that if i continue not doing anything about my life im gonna be dead as hell bc everyone will be passing their exams / tests with flying colours while i'll be rotting right here, whining about my pathetic life on this blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me about it. Its like i dont want to study but yet i do not want to fail. So what the hell am i supposed to do??????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/i091-1-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/i091-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-HMLoteLpJW0/TWpuA9MuS1I/AAAAAAAAAww/hHuwxsDLKGM/s640/i092.jpg" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeah, and theres tons of assignments Mr. Sugandha has been giving off and y'know whats the worst part about it?&amp;nbsp;I havent even get a single one of them done. ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He has been kinda ignoring me, treating me like an invisible kid during his damn lessons and as much as i hated it, i'hv made up my mind to hand up ALL of my assignments on time!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;IM GONNA PROVE HIM SOOOOOO WRONG FOR GIVING ME A &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;"You're-just-wasting-your-life-away"&lt;/span&gt; ATTITUDE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now, the next big thing is, this is only my second month in school and already&amp;nbsp;i got a warning letter for my&amp;nbsp;hundred times hundred of absence in class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, i got a shitty warning letter just like that. SERIOUSLY CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to my dolls that i will not be late&amp;nbsp;for as long as im attending school and i wont be absent in class unless its really necessary and lastly, i'll hand&amp;nbsp;in all of my assignments on time otherwise i'll dump all dolls in the trash!!!&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; (Its a pretty big swearing i gotta make considering the fact that i luv dolls as much as i luv my family, so, yeah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ALSO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;more and more lies are filling up my life as each day passed. I didnt want to be put in a place&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(yes, a place!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and to deal with it everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I dont get whats up with all the lies. And to think that i&amp;nbsp;used to&amp;nbsp;trust that particular person so much. But not anymore. ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Plus recently, im getting really, really&amp;nbsp;annoyed and pissed off by a girl who disgusts me so much with her&amp;nbsp;daily actions. Seriously, i dont do ugly.&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;(I really, really need a longlong break&amp;nbsp;to prepare myself for a life that is gonna be full of shit bc its clear that i gotta face&amp;nbsp;shitty people&amp;nbsp;like this everyday. What the hell.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That girl, is a freak.&amp;nbsp;Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;OKEH IF YOU WANNA BE A TWO-FACED BITCH, AT LEAST MAKE ONE OF YOUR FACES PRETTY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Okeh, whatever it is, we already know you're a total fake. Maybe you should just quit lying. Bc if theres more and more people finding out about you, i promise things are not gonna be pretty ^..^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You look like a freaking duck, no offence though. Aha! ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-5451616865882888504?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/5451616865882888504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/5451616865882888504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2011/02/issues-with-trust.html' title='Issues with trust and hell, im gonna make Mr. Sugandha so sorry for ignoring me on every thursday and friday by handing in my assignments on time! &gt;:&apos;('/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-HMLoteLpJW0/TWpuA9MuS1I/AAAAAAAAAww/hHuwxsDLKGM/s72-c/i092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-7644432424366838251</id><published>2011-02-27T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T22:36:31.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me a few days and i promise i'll be back! ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really, really want to update my blog, its not that i dont, i honestly do! But look, mixpod isnt working right now and i cant get the song that i wanted for my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They said its under maintenance, ugh, whatever shit that is - they are ALWAYS under maintenance okeh. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(they should just fix the problem once and for all and not drag on and on for, like, ever!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'hv already finished the post im going&amp;nbsp;to blog about and its currently in&amp;nbsp;the draft right now. I swear i'll post it up as soon as mixpod begins to work again! ~﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-7644432424366838251?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/7644432424366838251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/7644432424366838251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2011/02/give-me-few-days-and-i-promise-ill-be.html' title='Give me a few days and i promise i&apos;ll be back! ~'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-9033172108019608022</id><published>2011-02-05T18:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T01:30:37.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merry meet, Satan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-9033172108019608022?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/9033172108019608022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/9033172108019608022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-want-to-dedicate-my-soul-to-satan.html' title=''/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-8377072073869142845</id><published>2011-02-04T23:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T05:37:10.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I totally have a vehveh good excuse for being gone on too long! I feel like my life is soooo over now. )':</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okeh hell! Here i am! I havent been updating for a month and its not exactly my fault. Blame it on the hellhole i'hv been attending everyday now minus the Saturdays and Sundays.﻿ Its really tiring me out so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y'know, school's good. And by good, i meant i'hv made plenty of friends and stuffs BUT THATS NOT GOING TO CHANGE THE FACT THAT THE SCHOOL STILL STINKS LIKE A RAT'S HOLE!!! Eeesh! &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I wonder if they even clean up the school at all!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I especially canNOT stand being in the school's toilet and honestly, not even for a second ugh! Major vomitage and eew, its gonna be an unpleasant sight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talking about toilets that stink are TOO DEPRESSING! And since i'hv been gone for too long, i know you guys must'hv missed me alot right!! :-D &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(Its fine to be thick-skinned once in a while! HARHAR!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Awwwwwww okeh, im gonna post a photo of me before i continue talking about "Depressing Things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TUw2TDVoZLI/AAAAAAAAAwc/sC5QDheyb1o/s400/i090.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Okeh, just so you're clear, i dont actually wear my makeup outside like that. Bc GROSS! I mean lipstick? Like seriously!!! I dont even like lipstick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, i dont have a clue what all teachers were talking about in all of the classes and its been a MONTH already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe facebook is the only webpage i'hv been visiting from Monday to Friday during&amp;nbsp;school hours&amp;nbsp;and thats sooooo not what i wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shit, y'know what? I hate my life in this current school. Im practically doing nothing in class everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But even so, i dont have a choice. I gotta use this as my &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;"stepping stone"&lt;/span&gt; and then im sure as hell gonna dump this &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;"stone"&lt;/span&gt; away once im done with it in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I CANT BELIEVE THIS IS GONNA BE MY LIFE FOR 2 FUCKING YEARS!!!!!!!! )':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Ahhh crap! Tell me, SINCE WHEN have i ever gotten the things i wanted in life for once?!?! No, since never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Still, im freaking out about the school toilet! &amp;gt;:'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'hv also made a mental note to myself that im not gonna be late for school starting from Monday onwards. I'll also promise myself i'll never miss a single day of school ever again unless im really, really sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want&amp;nbsp;to have&amp;nbsp;bad attendance, i dont want people to judge me again like last year. Since im in a brand new school, with brand new classmates, then i should have a brand new start too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOD, I TOTALLYY FORGOT TO MENTION THAT ITS SO COOL THAT NO ONE ACTUALLY KNOWS ME IN CLASS BC THEN I HAVE A NEW BEGINNING AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i totally luv that! ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-8377072073869142845?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/8377072073869142845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/8377072073869142845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-totally-have-vehveh-good-excuse-for.html' title='I totally have a vehveh good excuse for being gone on too long! I feel like my life is soooo over now. )&apos;:'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TUw2TDVoZLI/AAAAAAAAAwc/sC5QDheyb1o/s72-c/i090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-1914904572380691682</id><published>2011-01-09T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T22:42:31.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypervantilating (SAVE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSnF-TyMH-I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Tjb-FqZrbps/s400/nervous%255B1%255D.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ah, crap crap crap!!!! School's starting tomorrow and IM SO NOT READY FOR IT!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can already see&amp;nbsp;my head&amp;nbsp;spinning like a tornado&amp;nbsp;and shoot right out&amp;nbsp;the window when school starts!!!! And its definitely not a pleasant sight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;AND Y'KNOW WHAT?????? I CANT SHAKE&amp;nbsp;OFF THAT&amp;nbsp;SHITTY FEELING FORMING IN MY STOMACH WHENEVER I THOUGHT ABOUT THE DAMN SCHOOL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Not to be mean about that school but it stinks.&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(By stink, i dont mean it sucked. It just smells horribly wrong. Ugh!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HOW AM I GOING TO SURVIVE IN STINKY-HELL?????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I think i might puke. Majorly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Im feeling&amp;nbsp;like crap NOW! And probably EVERYDAY as well!!!! )':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-1914904572380691682?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/1914904572380691682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/1914904572380691682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2011/01/hypervantilating-save-me.html' title='Hypervantilating (SAVE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSnF-TyMH-I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Tjb-FqZrbps/s72-c/nervous%255B1%255D.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-7446405633269975830</id><published>2011-01-06T09:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T09:37:00.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drowning in my own lungs tissue and die in a pool of blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I'hv never been so afraid to go to a doctor in my whole living life, ever. Okeh, i had lungs-infection when i was&amp;nbsp;about 10﻿ and it completely healed!!!! And guess what? It came back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This is the crappiest thing that has ever happened to me and its even worst than that damn crushed beetle, cockroach and lizard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was literally coughing up a lung for about a week and my mom kinda forced me to the doctor a few days back and there, i have lungs-infection again! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(And i kid you not, it IS terrible!!! I all most wanted to rip my lungs off!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You would NOT believe just how many pills and syrups i gotta force down my throat EVERY SINGLE SOLITARY DAY and i tell you, i dont think i can take it anymore.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; *sticks finger down my throat*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All these medications are going to make me gag up so badly one fine day that there wont be another tomorrow for me. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ONE MORE THING!!! Those medicines that i'd taken is making my hands tremble so badly i kind of look like a drug addict who has been drugging myself for 17 years. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(Okeh, how the hell am i going to hold up a pen and write when school starts?!?!?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JUST HOW AM I GOING TO WRITE?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Also, the thing with being a new kid in a completely different school is still freaking me out i wish i could dig up a hole and hide forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSUUKEwCV9I/AAAAAAAAAvo/zklYcr-TF1g/s640/i088.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I feel that i look like some living-dead girl in the picture above which is kinda funny! HARHARHAR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSUUqEtdxPI/AAAAAAAAAvs/lguusavrNOw/s640/i089.jpg" width="496" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Harhar. Hell, i just woke up and then i wanted to snap a picture of myself = the picture above. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My mom keeps ranting at me for not going to the doctor earlier which resulted to this. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(How the hell was i supposed to know things were so serious? I mean, i thought it was just a normal cough. I think im going to look like crap for about at least a month)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-7446405633269975830?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/7446405633269975830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/7446405633269975830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2011/01/drowning-in-my-own-lungs-tissue-and-die.html' title='Drowning in my own lungs tissue and die in a pool of blood'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSUUKEwCV9I/AAAAAAAAAvo/zklYcr-TF1g/s72-c/i088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-3434775900667869300</id><published>2010-12-29T05:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T05:31:07.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whenever i feel like crap i'll look like one too</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Okeh seriously, Mr Vanity totally looked gay to me even though he isnt one. Also, i just realised now that lots of guys were trying to have the Bieber-hair which is &lt;em&gt;sooooo&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;not cool at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, i do not like Justin Bieber veh much. I dont understand why lots of girls go gaga over him. Is he really &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; beautiful??? HARHAR! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(Just please, do not answer this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;AND CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT I ACTUALLY STEPPED ON A DAMN BEETLE TODAY?!?!?!! HELLO??? I TOTALLY STEPPED ON IT &lt;u&gt;WITHOUT&lt;/u&gt; SHOES ON, AT HOME!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was the worst thing that ever happened to me in my life and probably for the rest of my life too! What a nightmare.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also, the beetle totally crushed under my foot. ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TRpWjM8oUmI/AAAAAAAAAvg/u9p8pghYqQI/s640/i087.jpg" width="446" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On second thoughts, i dont think i want to let you guys see photos of me when i was 9/10 bc its friggin' ugly i believe you'll hurl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Or maybe im going to? .... I dont know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But then again, what is the point, right? Ahhh... we shall see again bc i have a killer headache that seems to attach itself permanently right inside to&amp;nbsp;my brain.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; (Headaches do hurt the brains, dont they? Bc i dont know which part of the head that headache belongs to)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think im going to die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-3434775900667869300?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/3434775900667869300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/3434775900667869300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/12/whenever-i-feel-like-crap-ill-look-like.html' title='Whenever i feel like crap i&apos;ll look like one too'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TRpWjM8oUmI/AAAAAAAAAvg/u9p8pghYqQI/s72-c/i087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-304004239423896836</id><published>2010-12-25T07:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T08:04:45.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okeh, i drew&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(and already finished it into a video. Smart huh! =D Someday im going to show you guys the 2 videos) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;﻿some images and made them into a short story again like my previous post, only this time, its related to christmas! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(Like, obviously. Harhar!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, here goes :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="278" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/1-1.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="279" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/3.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="279" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/4.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="279" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/5.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="279" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/6-1.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="279" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/7.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Forgot to add "ed" to "crop"!!! So sorry!!!! I just realised it after completing everything but i cant change it bc then i would have to redo the whole thing and i dont want to!!!!! &amp;gt;:'(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="280" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/8.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="280" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/20.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="280" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/21.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It took me forever to draw these images and complete the video!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and..... When i was young, i used to luv Frosty the Snowman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okeh again like what i said in my previous post,&amp;nbsp;watching the&amp;nbsp;video is waaaaaay better than just looking at plain images.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Its 7.31AM&amp;nbsp;already so&amp;nbsp;im going to bed now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;M&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;C&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;to all! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1680547468642279681-304004239423896836?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/304004239423896836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/304004239423896836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-star-a.html' title='Christmas Star'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-3136492802311524722</id><published>2010-12-23T05:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T05:48:08.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No friends bc i was ugly. HELLO????? Thanks a whole lot to my ugliness my primary school life sucked badly! I'hv also drawn a few pictures to make up a short story :-D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really, really want to have plastic surgery when im of legal age. Im&amp;nbsp;vehveh upset with&amp;nbsp;the way&amp;nbsp;i look. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(Honestly, dont crap about saying things like, "we should be happy with what we have." Its complete and utter bullshit.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plus i feel kinda panicky when theres someone better looking than me walking my way, ALWAYS. Maybe im just lack of self-confidence and all but still.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im just tired of being laughed at being the ugliest since primary school and bc of that, i have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;NO FRIENDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Imagine all the poo i gotta deal with when i was just a kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im not kidding. Seriously, people mocked at me for being ugly and i got really pissed then and there. I was just about 9 to 10 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, i admit im like, the ugliest girl in my whole entire primary school with my dorky specs and short hair but imagine people telling that straight to your face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though many years passed by, but those horrible scenarios where people told me im ugly has been etched into my mind ever since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talk about hags/jerks from hell. I cannot forget every single&amp;nbsp;horrible things people said to me no matter how long ago it happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its totally hellacious for me back in primary school. I often wondered if the problem lies with me and i still do right now. It just sucks to be ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anyway, i'll probably be posting up pictures of me when i was a baby, to a primary school kid and then now. Then you guys can see why people often called me ugly and im still pissed by it okeh!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I know everything here sounds dramatic and fake but cross my heart and hope to die its the truth.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okeh, i also drew some really childish&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(but its cute to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; pictures and made them into a short story! Harharhar! :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, i shall present you with my really CUTE &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Picture 1 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TRJomdzsMpI/AAAAAAAAAu8/5sWGkCTpTdc/s400/1.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Picture 2 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TRJoo_DapdI/AAAAAAAAAvA/ScM7kvN2e-8/s400/2.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Picture 3 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TRJoqFTA8jI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ML_XlOU721I/s400/3.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Picture 4 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TRJorAPYurI/AAAAAAAAAvI/6QqUVN1HJ7I/s400/4.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Picture 5 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TRJosIEtdqI/AAAAAAAAAvM/HAsxe0bs8cA/s400/5.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Picture 6 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TRJotdGMdiI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/9CPbhVfre1Y/s400/6.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Picture 7 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TRJouewls1I/AAAAAAAAAvU/p3hx5mknGgY/s400/7.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;And lastly, Picture 8 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TRJovq8ct2I/AAAAAAAAAvY/tbW5r4i_TW0/s400/8.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Again, i feel smart after completing the above images. HARHARHAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And guess what? I'hv already made them into a video!!!!!! So right now, i feel double-smart!!!!! :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It definitely look &lt;em&gt;waaaaaay&lt;/em&gt; better in video than right here with just plain images.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-3136492802311524722?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/3136492802311524722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/3136492802311524722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-friends-bc-i-was-ugly-hello-thanks.html' title='No friends bc i was ugly. HELLO????? Thanks a whole lot to my ugliness my primary school life sucked badly! I&apos;hv also drawn a few pictures to make up a short story :-D'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TRJomdzsMpI/AAAAAAAAAu8/5sWGkCTpTdc/s72-c/1.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-8075508695935514758</id><published>2010-12-16T02:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T02:33:14.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixture of stuffs in this post so..... its TITLE-LESS (Harhar! Untitled)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everywhere on the net i go to, everyone's talking about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Friday / N level results"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I know its a really big deal so we can decide where to go in future &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(either get your ass back in Hs and&amp;nbsp;continue sec5 or get out of there and switch to another school)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;BUT,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its sickeningly annoying to see &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; everywhere.﻿ Plus, im not&amp;nbsp;in the least bit interested nor am i excited&amp;nbsp;about it, unlike&amp;nbsp;everyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bc it means we have to go to school again. I do not want that to happen, ever. And it equals to growing up too, which i would rather stay a teenager forever.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; (Seriously, sometimes i just cant move&amp;nbsp;ahead in&amp;nbsp;life. Actually its more like i dont want to.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okeh anyway, i really luv my dog so much. He's getting cuter as each day passed by although&amp;nbsp;a lil' stinky&amp;nbsp;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="0" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TQkII0QAQeI/AAAAAAAAAu4/eAwh-9Za8Vk/s400/i086.jpg" width="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My rabbit jumped around&amp;nbsp;as though&amp;nbsp;mad disease had permanently attached itself to him when i pointed the camera at my cute lil' puffball so im unable to get a picture. &amp;gt;:'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-8075508695935514758?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/8075508695935514758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/8075508695935514758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/12/mixture-of-stuffs-in-this-post-so-its.html' title='Mixture of stuffs in this post so..... its TITLE-LESS (Harhar! Untitled)'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TQkII0QAQeI/AAAAAAAAAu4/eAwh-9Za8Vk/s72-c/i086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-8302465069995991663</id><published>2010-12-15T19:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T17:12:00.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid music stories (you can choose to skip this post bc its practically crap BUT DO NOT skip my animated dancer thankyewehmuch! :-D)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa63/eazyime/My%20Dancers/mz_060304_10016741080.gif" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'hv been going to youtube alot recently. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(Only when im done&amp;nbsp;with the chores and actually have some time to myself, alone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Okeh so.... i looked up for songs&amp;nbsp;which i hadnt listened to in ages and when i say &lt;em&gt;"in ages",&lt;/em&gt; i really mean a long, long&amp;nbsp;time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;did found&amp;nbsp;a pretty cute song at last, which consisted of 2 songs being mushed into 1. And hell, after listening to it, i realised.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;how much i used to luv those songs individually but not anymore and i have no idea why!!!! I kinda dislike the singers who sung those songs too. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(But miraculously, that 2 songs just kinda attracted me, in a way.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever. Im going to change my blogsong &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;soon.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(Like maybe tomorrow? Or the day after tomorrow?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; This eerie lil' musicbox melody is creeping me out after awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also, i havent been touching my piano lately. Seriously, i dont even have much time for myself unless i stay up for the whole night and sleep only when the sun rises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shitty much? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-8302465069995991663?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/8302465069995991663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/8302465069995991663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/12/stupid-music-stories-you-can-choose-to.html' title='Stupid music stories (you can choose to skip this post bc its practically crap BUT DO NOT skip my animated dancer thankyewehmuch! :-D)'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa63/eazyime/My%20Dancers/th_mz_060304_10016741080.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-1111501755784267146</id><published>2010-12-13T07:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T07:37:17.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally worn out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿I'll be blogging only about once to twice a week nowadays until next year bc my maid went back to her country and my mom&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; (she totally&amp;nbsp;took a month off from work just to do shit at home)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;couldnt cope with the house chores alone so.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yupp, i'll be helping her.&amp;nbsp;Seriously doing house chores are really killing me bc i never do a single washing, mopping, sweeping, etc. in my whole entire life except for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was hard as hell and i totally felt like poo after a day and now, i'll be getting some sleep plus its already 7.21AM in the morning. Ahhhh, hell....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You would so totally never believe that &lt;u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;i. am. doing. house. chores.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; BC SERIOUSLY???????? I DONT KNOW HOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont even know how to cook PLAIN porridge, the simplest food in this whole entire world!!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(okeh DO NOT count instant noodles inside here. I mean, even a retard knows how to handle that!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I AM LIKE THE WORST PERSON LIVING ON EARTH BC I DONT KNOW HOW TO COOK &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;PLAIN PORRIDGE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont even like entering the kitchen to cook unless theres a need to. And yeah, you'hv guessed it, i will only be cooking instand noodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;AND...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WHEN'S THE ASSTARD NEW MAID GONNA&amp;nbsp;COME?!?!?!?!?!!!!!! I DONT WANT TO DO ANY MORE OF THIS SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Actually, i kinda knew. It would probably take the new maid about a month or so to come, which means.....&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt; i. am. so. gonna. be. dead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-1111501755784267146?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/1111501755784267146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/1111501755784267146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/12/totally-worn-out.html' title='Totally worn out.'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-3886466956685308211</id><published>2010-12-10T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T03:12:45.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im sorry, just a short update with a few pictures. Im like vehveh tired right now and my brain cant function enough to let me do a proper post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Im waaaaay into Cherokee Legends lately and i'hv been reading them online - ALOT. Queen Tsi Sgili can actually kill people with her mind and thats majorly cool even though shes bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;If im able to kill people with my mind like Queen Tsi Sgili, i'll totally do it to people i&amp;nbsp;dislike without hesitation!!!!!!&lt;em&gt; xD harharhar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Anyway, i wanted to draw a Raven Mocker on my&amp;nbsp;face minus the human arms and legs but too bad, i failed. But im gonna try it again any time soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Plus, im &lt;em&gt;soooooo&lt;/em&gt; NOT done with the makeups i did with Joyce the other time so here i am again, continuing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TQD8zhpQuSI/AAAAAAAAAuc/C_yqS41ri-E/s640/i083.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TQEqCxuC3PI/AAAAAAAAAus/4gn7kWyp_1w/s640/i082.jpg" width="502" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TQD8v378smI/AAAAAAAAAuY/0j_E4BUwfKk/s640/i081.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TQD87EKAYzI/AAAAAAAAAuk/3tQWe5Dpx3g/s640/i084.jpg" width="488" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okeh, its not as nice as&amp;nbsp;those pictures&amp;nbsp;i posted&amp;nbsp;a few days back(?)&amp;nbsp;but still, i can sum it all up into&amp;nbsp;a word : Fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;LIKE I NEED ANYMORE BAD THINGS HAPPENING TO ME RIGHT NOW! LOOK, I JUST CRUSHED A ROACH TO DEATH TOGETHER WITH MY SISTER AND BELIEVE ME,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;THE DEATH SCENE WAS HIGHLY DISTURBING AND I STILL CANT FORGET ABOUT IT!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ewwww, sucks to be a Roach i guess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-3886466956685308211?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/3886466956685308211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/3886466956685308211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-sorry-just-short-update-with-few.html' title='Im sorry, just a short update with a few pictures. Im like vehveh tired right now and my brain cant function enough to let me do a proper post.'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TQD8zhpQuSI/AAAAAAAAAuc/C_yqS41ri-E/s72-c/i083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-2426788658436840054</id><published>2010-12-06T04:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T05:58:31.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;People who cannot stand gruesome pictures please do not scroll down, ever.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister and i killed a fucking damn Roach and it wasted 45 minutes of our life away﻿. Yeah, you'hv guessed it :&amp;nbsp;The picture of this dead Roach is definitely as gruesome and disgusting as the dead Lizard i accidentally killed some time ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In case you people forgot how the supposedly dead Lizard look like, here it is :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TPvyWuj4kqI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/uAmrQA5oC1w/s640/Lizard.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And the dead Roach? Okeh seriously, here it is but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;DO NOT&amp;nbsp;BARF!!!!!! :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TPvyUs-4lQI/AAAAAAAAAuM/g62l91I0MrM/s640/Roach.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think im about to throw up any time now. Talk about disturbing.... Ah, hell...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Its like the first Roach and Lizard i'hv ever killed in my whole damn life even though one of them was by accident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But damn, its still GROSS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had to clear the Roach's body bc my sister&amp;nbsp;was afraid&amp;nbsp;to. And its the FIRST time i'hv ever&amp;nbsp;been so close to a Roach even&amp;nbsp;if its&amp;nbsp;a dead one.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; (Okeh basically i had to use LOTS of tissues&amp;nbsp;to grab that body up in order for me to flush it down&amp;nbsp;the toilet bowl.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also, i swear that its gonna be the LAST TIME i'll ever be so dang near to a Roach whether dead or alive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;YOU HAD NO IDEA HOW MUCH OF A SACRIFICE IT WAS FOR ME TO CLEAR UP&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;THAT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; BODY!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-2426788658436840054?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/2426788658436840054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/2426788658436840054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/12/killed.html' title='Killed'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TPvyWuj4kqI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/uAmrQA5oC1w/s72-c/Lizard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-8759274092475718496</id><published>2010-12-03T03:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T04:36:48.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing makeups with Joyce the Ghost-girl. (Cross my heart and hope to die those makeups on our faces were real, not edited)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿I had a blast with Joyce just now. What we were doing..... okeh it was like a child's play. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(Playing with mommy's makeups except it was mine we played with. Harhar :-D )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tell you it was friggin' hard getting those makeups OFF our faces after we're done playing with it. I&amp;nbsp;ALL MOST&amp;nbsp;look like a walking blue ghost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Joyce, on the other hand, looked like a REAL GHOST. Dont believe? See for yourself.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; (She edited her picture by herself BUT THE MAKEUPS ON HER FACE WERE REAL. Im just posting it here. Yupp, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;AND IT SCARED THE&amp;nbsp;BEEJEZUSS OUTTA ME WHEN I FIRST SAW IT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Its nice, really, but at the same time&amp;nbsp;waaaaaaay scary!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;YOU SEEEEEEEE?!?!?!?!?!?!? AND IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS PARTICULAR PICTURE EVEN THOUGH ITS NICELY EDITED!!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okeh crap, i wont be able to sleep later.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TPfqjBLSM1I/AAAAAAAAAuA/4PY4JFxHCQA/s640/i080.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;(Oh hi! Im mask-girl!)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, okeh, i know. I look like crap here. BUT EVERY GIRL&amp;nbsp;WILL PUT ON WEIRD FACES when applying makeups so its not much of a big deal. Plus i totally pinned up my fringes so i look even more like poo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TPftE9pcW5I/AAAAAAAAAuE/Hbhh5hrbdyU/s640/i079.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is the completed one. It didnt turn out as nice as i wanted it to be BUT, for first attempt, i think i did okeh.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; (It didnt turn out as nice bc of my &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"itchy hands"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. I keep drawing and drawing while waiting for Joyce to finish up&amp;nbsp;with her makeups until the marks filled ALL MOST my whole face.&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TPftKIM1TYI/AAAAAAAAAuI/j1-e5clv_jY/s640/foolsaway027+%25282%2529.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Ghost-girl and Mask-girl. Hehe.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know the makeups on our faces looked vehveh fake from the&amp;nbsp;picture above&amp;nbsp;but i really have no idea why!!! It just turned out this way after i edited the contrast and put it to greyscale-mode. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(The stitches on my&amp;nbsp;lips were fake.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Actually i have about 60+ pictures of Joyce and&amp;nbsp;i with the makeups on but i decided to post only those i find it okeh which were all the&amp;nbsp;above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I mean yeah, it sounds crazy we took 60+ pictures but thats true AND&amp;nbsp;of course you dont expect me to post&amp;nbsp;THAT MANY pictures here, right? So, yupp. Thats about it.&amp;nbsp; :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-8759274092475718496?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/8759274092475718496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/8759274092475718496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/12/playing-makeups-with-joyce-cross-my.html' title='Playing makeups with Joyce the Ghost-girl. (Cross my heart and hope to die those makeups on our faces were real, not edited)'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TPfqjBLSM1I/AAAAAAAAAuA/4PY4JFxHCQA/s72-c/i080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-6663077261520649179</id><published>2010-11-27T05:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T06:45:19.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry bout' that! I'hv been posting up things that comes into my mind recently even though it totally doesnt make even a lil' sense</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOOK, IM TOTALLY FREAKING OUT RIGHT HERE!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT AM I GOING TO DO IN A REALLY, REALLY GIHUGIC SCHOOL&amp;nbsp;IN THE STATUS OF A YEAR 1 STUDENT??!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(Okeh, not yet. But still.............)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SHITZ! THE THOUGHT OF IT IS MAKING ME GAG AND STILL, I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GIRNOMOUS LIKE A.....i dont know?&amp;nbsp;CASTLE?&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; (sounds good enough... harhar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, its not going to change&amp;nbsp;the fact that I. Am. So. Going. To. Be. Dead. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;*Like im already not WTF enough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-6663077261520649179?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/6663077261520649179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/6663077261520649179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/11/sorry-bout-that-ihv-been-posting-up.html' title='Sorry bout&apos; that! I&apos;hv been posting up things that comes into my mind recently even though it totally doesnt make even a lil&apos; sense'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-3058960027106305965</id><published>2010-11-25T18:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T18:29:45.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OKEH, IM POOPED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG! IM LIKE&amp;nbsp;SUPER THRILLED&amp;nbsp;RIGHT NOW!!! SHIT, THIS IS SO COOOOOL!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;House of Night's "Awakened" is going to be completed and out by next year January!!!!!! And is it true that they're going to make a movie out of the books?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I DO HOPE ITS TRUE!!!!!!!! I SOOOOO CANNOT WAIT!!!!!!!!! IM TOTALLY GOING TO WATCH THE MOVIE IF THERE REALLY IS ONE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And WHY!!!!!! WHY CANT "Awakened" BE OUT BY CHRISTMAS?????!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and by the way, House Of Night definitely kicked butt out of Twilight. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(House of Night is so much BETTER plus i never like Twilight -both the books and movies-&amp;nbsp;since the first day it was out/made/aired)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oops, and sorry to all Twilight fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeh, im off to watch Tinkerbell's cartoon/movie/whatever right now!!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(Really, my heart is sooo going to pop out from my mouth at the thought of "Awakened" being released!!!!! CRAP CRAP CRAP!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-3058960027106305965?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/3058960027106305965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/3058960027106305965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-pooped-yeah-pooped.html' title='OKEH, IM POOPED!'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-1673582425033511397</id><published>2010-11-22T22:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T22:57:59.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will it really happen??? .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TOqCZwQQ8SI/AAAAAAAAAt8/mRg-Hzt6cEA/s640/Ghost_Girl-by-Mark-Ryden%255B1%255D.jpg" width="529" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Theres one thing i'll never be able to&amp;nbsp;handle in life no matter how many times it happened to me : Seperations / Partings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It makes me feel all abandoned and unwanted. Im really, really afraid that one day, both Joyce and Gary will forget about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The thoughts of them forgetting about me are&amp;nbsp;highly disturbing and its bugging me for, like, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i cant even put how im feeling, into words... at least not veh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a moment then, i really did wished badly people could read my mind so things wouldnt be that complicated..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-1673582425033511397?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/1673582425033511397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/1673582425033511397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/11/will-it-really-happen.html' title='Will it really happen??? .....'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TOqCZwQQ8SI/AAAAAAAAAt8/mRg-Hzt6cEA/s72-c/Ghost_Girl-by-Mark-Ryden%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-2244142450381218745</id><published>2010-11-21T21:26:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T22:06:45.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously, fuck y'all... and no matter how i see things, im always alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TOkmc1atlcI/AAAAAAAAAt4/7tJ6WDMn1Ic/s640/rose%255B1%255D.jpeg" width="513" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There are lots of selfish people in this world who only thinks about themselves. A lying human is the worst. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(I do not mind lil' white lies but people who lie constantly should burn in hell; a horrible, fucking, lying hag/jerk is another totally different story, friggin' unforgivable.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well thanks a whole lot that i'hv been taught one valuable lesson from self-centered people to only put myself first regardless of anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It pissed me off so much. Everyone around me always act all innocent after doing shitty stuffs. I feel like poo right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The feelings of being betrayed time and again.....&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ahhhh, crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Its like upset, hurt and angry all&amp;nbsp; being mushed up together.&amp;nbsp;Things are really tough for me right now. I just hope&amp;nbsp;everything do work out somehow, in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who acted like they know me, okeh seriously, what d'you even know? Try being me for a second and you'll totally hurl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt have anything or anyone to begin with &lt;em&gt;since&amp;nbsp;primary school&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;and i hope it'll make things much more easier for me to get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really tragic, isnt it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-2244142450381218745?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/2244142450381218745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/2244142450381218745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/11/seriously-fuck-yall.html' title='Seriously, fuck y&apos;all... and no matter how i see things, im always alone.'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TOkmc1atlcI/AAAAAAAAAt4/7tJ6WDMn1Ic/s72-c/rose%255B1%255D.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-3657346126972704544</id><published>2010-11-20T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T17:39:00.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>House Of Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bought new House Of Night Novels yesterday, 4 of them. Each of the book's cover page were somewhat mysterious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im starting on a book called &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;"Marked"&lt;/span&gt; right now. This is the first House Of Night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TOeR-D0bekI/AAAAAAAAAtw/ujT0ejiRDx4/s400/Marked%255B1%255D.jpg" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'hv actually finished the 2nd book&amp;nbsp;already. Its called &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;"Betrayed"&lt;/span&gt; .&amp;nbsp;My sister bought it in Taiwan and the cover page kinda grabbed my attention. LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TOeTzzUZ1MI/AAAAAAAAAt0/wzqgRQc-r1E/s400/cast_betrayed%255B1%255D.jpg" width="392" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The House of Night Novels are totally un-put-downable and i really luv them! The story is about a girl named Zoey who has to undergo a change to become a full Vampire bc the Tracker &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;"Marked"&lt;/span&gt; her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If her body rejects the change, shes going to die. Yeah, her best friend, Stevie Rae, had already died. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(It happened in book 2!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okeh The House Of Night Novels can only be summed up into&amp;nbsp;a word : Awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was really well-written, entertaining and has an exciting, original take on the Vampire genre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'hv started reading it since long ago. But totally stopped as N level was nearing. Now, i can read for all i want!!! :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-3657346126972704544?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/3657346126972704544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/3657346126972704544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/11/house-of-night.html' title='House Of Night'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TOeR-D0bekI/AAAAAAAAAtw/ujT0ejiRDx4/s72-c/Marked%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-3987796619519083730</id><published>2010-11-20T03:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T17:41:06.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is slashing people becoming the new trend right now?&lt;/em&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/1680547468642279681-3987796619519083730?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/3987796619519083730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/3987796619519083730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/11/is-slashing-people-becoming-new-trend.html' title=''/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-4196256063578955152</id><published>2010-11-15T17:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T20:40:44.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okeh the "White lining" on my lashes weren't glue. Its those "Shiny" stuff. I put my pictures on greyscale mode and i was&amp;nbsp;afraid you guys couldnt tell so i gotta do some explaining! ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The makeup on my face this time is totally real. Not edited, unlike all the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/i076-1-1-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe i would look much better without the false lashes, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Also, my eyes always itch like "theres no tomorrow" whenever i put on false lashes. :'( even though it&amp;nbsp;gets better after a while, but still......&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/i077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/i075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joyce said&amp;nbsp;my mouth looks weird on the picture below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/i078-2-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So.... my parents left Singapore this morning again. Its just me and my lil' sister now. I dont think im staying home tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My house is totally empty and quiet. It wouldnt change anything even if i stayed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-4196256063578955152?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/4196256063578955152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/4196256063578955152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/11/monday-blues.html' title='Monday blues'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-7329262110758647081</id><published>2010-11-05T12:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T15:44:05.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappearance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had been feeling totally poo-ish lately and my sleep cycle was messed up. I'll be sleeping during the day and waking up&amp;nbsp;around mid-night to look for food and i'll start watching Tv until the sun rises again before going to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But for some reasons or another, i couldnt get to sleep at all&amp;nbsp;for now. It was&amp;nbsp;probably bc of all the coffee i&amp;nbsp;consumed earlier&amp;nbsp;this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My life has been crappy since forever and im tired all day long even though i didnt really do anything much, which was kinda doing me a favour in a way bc i didnt really have much time to think about things and even if i DO, i'll get tired pretty easily and drift off to sleep in a moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo. Totally moodless right now. I cant handle the misery of being betrayed again. Not after i'hv finally &lt;em&gt;cooled down a little after a year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello? I took a year to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;"cool down a &lt;u&gt;LITTLE&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/i074.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously, why? .....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why do these things always happen to me??? ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-7329262110758647081?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/7329262110758647081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/7329262110758647081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/11/disappearance.html' title='Disappearance'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-1782926998379362810</id><published>2010-10-31T19:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T07:53:08.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okeh now, exactly how many times do we have to go through heart-breaking seperations in life????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Those who wants to watch the clip below, i suggest you guys click on the video and it'll direct you to youtube straight bc my blog's music cant be stopped. Yupp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Its an interesting video by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;Its a short story of an "ahbeng"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vvm-uxJuSrk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vvm-uxJuSrk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously if my&amp;nbsp;husband&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(in future)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;were to be in this situation, im going to be like, "WTF?!?!?! WHY?????????" and i'll start bawling like a retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes guys just dont understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-1782926998379362810?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/1782926998379362810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/1782926998379362810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/10/were-all-going-to-go-our-own-seperate.html' title='Video ahead'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-4919575157410022158</id><published>2010-10-30T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T18:24:54.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class 4a3 - Just thought i could share this photo. ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/4a3-4-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont know why am i like this in the picture above. Okeh and&amp;nbsp;i still have 3 more of my class photos but i like this one better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-4919575157410022158?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/4919575157410022158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/4919575157410022158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/10/class-4a3-just-thought-i-could-share.html' title='Class 4a3 - Just thought i could share this photo. ~'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-8092047612524147722</id><published>2010-10-29T00:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T01:43:10.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>depressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything i did was so unlike me it felt as though i had been replaced by pod people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MY LIFE IS&amp;nbsp;DAMN SCARY!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One moment i will be over the moon and the next i'll fall down to a dark pit hole. Sometimes, i felt trapped too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While typing this, im looking out the windows in my room;&amp;nbsp;the sky&amp;nbsp;is so dark and not even a single star is to be seen. To be honest,&amp;nbsp;i feel so empty right now. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being around different people, i'hv learnt to put on a different mask as well.&amp;nbsp;I just didnt want others to know about my true feelings&amp;nbsp;regarding everything. They cant even relate to me so i guess its pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know im completely shutting myself up. But to be true i feel that its better this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, its so totally unfair! Some people are so fucking mean to me. But when i know/saw something bad happened to them &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(things&amp;nbsp;which i can relate to)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my heart will go soft right then and there!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, 2 days ago i was so bored that i could practically die, i went to google and search for a "design your own dress" game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know it was vehvehveh childish of me to play a game like that but im still a girl after all, plus im just 16.. so,&amp;nbsp;i guess its all right.&amp;nbsp;Ahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/Dress001-horz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute right!!!!!!! :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i also found a really cute musicbox melody on youtube which i'hv been listening to for the whole of today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/i073-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/i072.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A date under the starry sky. I wish everything will turn out better in future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-8092047612524147722?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/8092047612524147722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/8092047612524147722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/10/depressed.html' title='depressed'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-6262159756218423320</id><published>2010-10-23T17:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T20:12:13.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the high school memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/Mark_Ryden-Alicia1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/mark_ryden-the_piano_player-20101-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okeh right now, i really need some cute songs to lift my spirits up. I'hv been feeling kinda down lately. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.........................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was going through the posts i'hv blogged way long ago. &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(For as long as 2 years?)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;I realised the way i replied tagboard messages were so&amp;nbsp;damn childish i definitely couldnt let anyone ever see it&amp;nbsp;again!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, i'hv deleted them!!!! Ahahaha!!! :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and from what i remember, i saw a post from 2 years ago where there&amp;nbsp;were&amp;nbsp;alot of girls who wrote a bunch of rubbish to comment on the way i talk about THEM. &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(they even&amp;nbsp;left&amp;nbsp;their names down&amp;nbsp;to let me know who&amp;nbsp; wrote all those nonsensical stuffs. And of course, they were girls who go to the same school as me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nownow, i&amp;nbsp;bitch about who i want and blog about what i like. I can talk shit about you whenever i want,&amp;nbsp;its going to be the same for now and the future.&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;I cant help laughing whenever i thought about what happened back then. They bitch about people more than i do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess i must'hv behaved as much of a clown back then just like them but i dont really care bc there were lots of other MORE embarrassing&amp;nbsp;stuffs i did when i was younger and i hope whoever witnessed&amp;nbsp;those incidents better remove that part of memory out of their brains!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Again, another year is going to go by pretty soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-6262159756218423320?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/6262159756218423320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/6262159756218423320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-of-high-school-memories.html' title='One of the high school memories'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-8415940015899045450</id><published>2010-10-19T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T03:16:54.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickness + New friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My kidneys are hurting me these few days. Last year, i was hospitalised for a week or 2 due to this, but i never thought the pain would ever come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain now, is still tolerable though. Unlike last year, which i swear,&amp;nbsp;i wished i was better off dead. And i had to have&amp;nbsp;needles being poked into my veins the whole time i was in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was an injection which&amp;nbsp;was a MUST for me, stang my veins like hell its as though fire were being&amp;nbsp;insert into it! My mom was with me the whole time and&amp;nbsp;she laughed. -,- &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(i do know shes worried about me at that time. But its annoying&amp;nbsp;being&amp;nbsp;lol'ed at when you're in pain.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had to do many scannings. The nurse also inserted some kind of weird liquid into my veins&amp;nbsp;every night and it hurt for awhile, but after that, it was all right. &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(It kinda itch.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, it was the worst thing that ever happened to me. But honestly, i didnt want to tell my parents about my kidneys hurting now. I &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; want another fire-stinging injection, i &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;NEVER EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; want needles being poked into my veins again!!&lt;u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;It was horrible!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/i071-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/i070-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Okeh, and i made a new friend today. She looks like a 2 in 1 person. &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(Vampire/Monster + Human)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Joyce created my new friend for me. Isn't she the cutest??? LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/Picture0407_df-1-1-1-1.jpg" /&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/1680547468642279681-8415940015899045450?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/8415940015899045450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/8415940015899045450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/10/sickness-new-friend.html' title='Sickness + New friend'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-9081028739315556502</id><published>2010-10-18T01:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T02:34:25.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I really, really hate it when i see other people having fun out there while i have to sit here in self-despair"&lt;/em&gt; was what i thought awhile ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But at least for today,&amp;nbsp;i want to push all sadness and despairs out of my life. Happiness is what im after right now.&amp;nbsp;Whether i'll&amp;nbsp;be alone or not in future or whatever, i want it. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds ridiculous but a song motivated me to move forward with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I hope when im awake later, i'll feel happier than before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;just cant stand here and do nothing about it while chances after chances, slip by before my eyes. Its just wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much i wanted to change myself in the past, im still me. Somehow,&amp;nbsp;i just cant seem to throw "me" away. Ahaha. I wonder why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/CHzI1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And i really want the musicbox above. I know it seems like a kid's toy but it plays all of my favourite melodies!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But i dont know where i can get it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-9081028739315556502?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/9081028739315556502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/9081028739315556502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/10/realise.html' title='Song of healing'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-3923564547817825894</id><published>2010-10-14T02:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T02:42:42.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vicious-maids alert.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im really interested in a song recently and i'hv been searching for that musicsheet everywhere&amp;nbsp;but i couldnt find it. There isnt one for piano though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHYYYYYYYYY????????? :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there IS a piano sheet for that song, but i just cant find it!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/i068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, like i said on my previous post, i'hv been watching animes for as long as im awake so there really isnt much things happening in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i do know that i have a vehveh vicious maid at home. &amp;gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as i can remember, when i was a kid,&amp;nbsp;the maids were all nice and sweet so my family got along pretty well with them. Including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the maid that is currently in my house, boy you wouldnt want to try living with her for 2 friggin' years and i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous maid i had, she was nowhere near as good bc she used to spread untrue rumours about my parents to other maids whos living just beside my home. &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(she pretended to faint to the ground and shiver badly, her motive was to change employer&amp;nbsp;to go work with her sister. It&amp;nbsp;was pretty dumb of her. Even though my mom called an ambulance, but&amp;nbsp;she totally knew&amp;nbsp;the maid was pretending and left her on the ground&amp;nbsp;and ignored her&amp;nbsp;-,- i feel like laughing thinking back what she had done. It was so fake!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house's chores were pretty simple compared to other homes so my current maid always have free time from 8pm - 11pm and she'll chat on her phone &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(with MY simcard + my father's spare phone)&lt;/span&gt; with her friends for hours and hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughs like a hyena and when shes talking, her voice is so loud i can hear it even in my room. It is fucking annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes "giving black face" and&amp;nbsp;will always show&amp;nbsp;her attitude around the house when shes not happy with something. She never ever apologise when she did something really, really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom always tell the other previous maids off when they made a mistake, but this current one, my mom seems to side her on ALL MOST everything even though not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my maid dropped my laptop's battery on the ground, it was&amp;nbsp;bad enough she never fucking apologise, she even gave me that "stupid black face" as if it was MY fault and i swear i felt like tearing her face apart at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once my granny came over to stay in my house for a few nights, the maid totally treated her like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my granny talked to her, the maid took her like she was&amp;nbsp;thin air and ignored her. I was coming out from my room to refill my water-bottle and saw what happened so i told&amp;nbsp;the maid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My granny bought fruits in the morning and said it was for her high blood pressure, on the same day the maid brushed her off &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(Can fruits really help in high blood pressure?)&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Anyway, the&amp;nbsp;maid stole the fruits and ate&amp;nbsp;them but never did she expect my granny saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeh lar, i know everything i said above sounded abit drama-like which only happens on Tv-shows. But i swear its all true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yay the maid is leaving this coming december!!!! :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-3923564547817825894?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/3923564547817825894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/3923564547817825894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/10/vicious-maids-alert.html' title='Vicious-maids alert.'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-8811074231945540696</id><published>2010-10-13T03:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T03:39:43.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anime-addict</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont talk to people and i hardly step out of my room now. I am always glued to animes for as long as im awake. Ahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-8811074231945540696?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/8811074231945540696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/8811074231945540696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/10/anime-addict.html' title='Anime-addict'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-2811506933027519349</id><published>2010-10-11T00:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T04:36:50.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My perfect 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Decided to change my blogsong to this bc its so friggin' cute!!! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;And i realised that everyone i know are not interested&amp;nbsp;in Vocaloids at all. Only me.....&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; But WHY??????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Its cute y'know!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeh anyway,&amp;nbsp;i&amp;nbsp;was really overjoyed!&amp;nbsp;Yesterday&amp;nbsp;was the day Snail and i had known each other for 2 years. And i&amp;nbsp;received 3 really cool presents from him!!! :-D 10q veh much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way,&amp;nbsp;i&amp;nbsp;saw&amp;nbsp;lots of people saying that its 10/10/10 on facebook. Y'know, coincidentally, it was&amp;nbsp;Snail and my day too. Ahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/i067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, i was over at Snail's house, watching Full Moon wo Sagashite's last episode and My Neighbour Totoro right after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wouldnt have watched Totoro if i'd found some new nice animes to watch. See, when i&amp;nbsp;was still having&amp;nbsp;school, i watched animes non-stop&amp;nbsp;till late midnight and couldnt get up in time for school the next morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now that school's over, i have nothing to watch at all!!! :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-2811506933027519349?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/2811506933027519349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/2811506933027519349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/10/perfect-10-snail-and-i-ahaha.html' title='My perfect 10'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-6806857000704677477</id><published>2010-10-09T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T01:40:22.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light beginning to shine in</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night, my text message conversation with Z about Rochelle got me so fucking angry i feel like tossing both of them off the building. -,-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And anyway, shes the girl who came into my life unknowingly together with Z and N to ruin it all. After i blogged about my previous post, i really settled down and think. Yeah, as in really, really think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I picked myself up pretty fast this time round. &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(My life is full of distress so im used to it by now.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And after i posted my previous post, the first ever encouraging formspring message was from an anonymous person who said this, "&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/Jiaenelideman/q/1284890751"&gt;hello! -throws cookies- I guess Z is missing out on what you truly are. I am sure you two will sort things out. I know it is none of my business but i felt that feeling before. Subscribing to your blog for updates -wink- -wink- -dash- -dash-&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honestly, i was really happy&amp;nbsp;and i read it over and over again. Its like, at least i know somebody out there can relate to me. :-) 10q.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-6806857000704677477?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/6806857000704677477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/6806857000704677477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/10/light-beginning-to-shine-in.html' title='Light beginning to shine in'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-9072875159061963208</id><published>2010-10-08T16:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T18:04:36.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am FREE!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YES!!!!!!!! Finally im free from Secondary School now. I'hv decided to go to other schools of my choice even though im in the Normal Academic stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okeh so basically, it just means that im not going to continue going to sec5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Secondary School is a hellhole&amp;nbsp;for me this past 4 years, but somehow, i'll miss it!&amp;nbsp;Today is the best day of my life&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;wake up and realised that N is over!!!!! :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll update a proper post later on. Maybe during the night or tomorrow morning!&amp;nbsp;Stay tune and 10q for all the nice messages in formspring!!!! :-) I really appreciate that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the way,&amp;nbsp;i photoshopped the woman below. She looked so much prettier with makeups right!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/gwyneth-paltrow-without-makeup1-horz-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-9072875159061963208?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/9072875159061963208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/9072875159061963208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-free.html' title='I am FREE!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-4503728377723542005</id><published>2010-10-05T05:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T18:47:37.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppet, Myself(?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;R will forever be a pure angel in Z's eyes, i have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He&amp;nbsp;said that im a trash and garbage. Without feeling he's at fault when i did nothing wrong, he continued abusing me verbally. He must'hv thought its fun to see me fall down that dark pit hole i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killing&amp;nbsp;the confidence in me, killing my hopes. Getting scolded all the time, and being ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i being constantly forced into things i dislike doing? I just want to do something i really, really am interested in for a change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nobody is giving me support though. People either say really daft things about it to crush my dreams or they just ignored it. &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;(I prefer them ignoring than to speak a word about it negatively.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year, theres 3 really annoying person whos affecting my life majorly, in a bad way. And one of them, is actually a person i care about alot. I'll just name it person Z.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Z keeps trying to pull down the confidence in me by saying a whole lot of craps, running me down like it didnt hurt. Saying that i am in no position to compare with R and N.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didnt deny that my studies are in no way to compare with them. But that doesnt mean i cant do something else. But why must Z crush my hope like this???﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z even said this to me earlier, &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;"N is going to Australia and further her studies while R is in JC. How can you even win them??"&lt;/span&gt; in a tone which shows slight gloat and obvious sarcasm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I told Z i didnt care about what others are saying, which is a big fat lie. What others are saying, its hurting me. &lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Gihugicly lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right, i may not be as pretty as N and R, and my studies really suck majorly compared to them both, but i just wanted to protect the things i'hv left that they DIDNT have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its no joke getting your life controlled and your dreams being crushed EVERY SINGLE DAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, do i : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) Live up to other people's expectations?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) Persue my own dreams and ignore others?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plus, how can i even put feelings into doing something i strongly dislike????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, sometimes i feel really sad. Its like, whenever i wanted to voice out what i disagree to others, they just keep pushing my words down and evetually, my words were left unsaid, i didnt have any say. At all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-4503728377723542005?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/4503728377723542005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/4503728377723542005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/10/puppet.html' title='Puppet, Myself(?)'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-9175036218245962100</id><published>2010-09-29T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T19:45:06.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another berry day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got chastised by my art teacher today for not bringing my prep work to school. Its not really what they thought, though. I did brought it to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just didnt want them seeing it, thats all. Bc i really, really dislike them rejecting something i spent the whole day doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okeh lar, not rejecting my work exactly, they just have ALOT of negative things to say. I mean, yeah, people gotta criticize your work in order to improve better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But&amp;nbsp;i just hate it and its not like im even going to change the work i'hv done after they criticised it. I just want to keep them the way it is. Bc its my work. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/i065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahahaha and today i made Joyce into a strawberry girl :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i just realised one thing, all of my friends are beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/Joyceyeo-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-9175036218245962100?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/9175036218245962100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/9175036218245962100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/09/another-berry-day.html' title='Another berry day'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-5513427723252280930</id><published>2010-09-25T14:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T15:01:13.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night was the first time in our whole of 4 years being friends, talked to each other about how we truly felt about certain things. Things that we just let&amp;nbsp;it pass by us without&amp;nbsp;saying a word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought Joyce was just being unreasonable as there was once, she refused to let me get back together with Gary and even said that if&amp;nbsp;i do, our friendship will come to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it wasnt like what i thought at all. Seriously, the reason why i have the guts to take a step further into "doing dangerous things" is bc im sure even if i failed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joyce will always be there to pick me up and comfort me. And i dont believe all the crappy things people said about her AND Gary in formspring at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/i064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I kind of know who said horrible things about Gary on my formspring already. I am sure it was that person bc.... i just know. (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii310/hrist09/miku/Hatsune-Miku-dancing.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Miku is dancing yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-5513427723252280930?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/5513427723252280930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/5513427723252280930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/09/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii310/hrist09/miku/th_Hatsune-Miku-dancing.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-4117951284049381001</id><published>2010-09-22T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T19:06:08.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stank bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im in deep shit with alot of school stuffs right now. Its as though like i cant breathe when one thing hit me after another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okeh hell, its bad enough i flunked almost all&amp;nbsp;of my subjects, then recently, &lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; totally stupid&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #990000;"&gt;(okeh i said stupid but i have no idea why its bugging me like crazy)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;has to spring on me like failing almost every subject wasnt bad enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hidayah that stank bitch has to rub it in by doing so much mean stuffs to me and my friend. -,- and i hate it vehveh much when i have to see "that look" on her face she shot me every morning when i entered the school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, i know, people will say, "Big deal! Its just a look. Get over it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its NOT and NEVER just a look. Its so much more than that. Anyway, since its kind of "N level period" now and shes a teacher, i have to hold back my anger and swallow it down no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be true, i wonder how long can i still tolerate all these bc its the longest i'hv tolerated something i strongly dislike and it stinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lets just put it this way, i swear i'hv never tolerated something&amp;nbsp;i disliked at all. Normally i'll just spit out my thoughts if i hated someone/something terribly much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okeh, after N, i'll definitely, and i swear, i'll............................... (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&amp;nbsp;AHYA JUST GET LOST LAR BITCH!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;gt;:'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I totally changed and my bad attitude is gone, compared to last year. Yet every teacher still thinks that im that unreasonable rude kid from 3a3 from year 2009. People just recognised me as THAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just wanted people to recognise me now as a totally new person from 4a3 instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FINE, im just upset. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-4117951284049381001?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/4117951284049381001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/4117951284049381001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/09/stank-bitch.html' title='Stank bitch'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-5882303110150683920</id><published>2010-09-20T01:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T19:31:34.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dream within a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Finally a day off from school tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is just a dream on the way to death. When we're asleep and dreaming, it is just a dream within a dream. If hope has flown away in the night, your ultimate destiny is to stay with me and you will feel pleasures of happiness for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then took his hand and walked through the cemetery, on the way to the labyrinth of dreams.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/i063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Girls should just wear pretty dresses and smile happily."&lt;/em&gt; He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, you'hv got to be kidding me. Plus, why does Hidayah have to roll her friggin' eyes at me all the time? I do miss my pringles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-5882303110150683920?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/5882303110150683920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/5882303110150683920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/09/dream-within-dream.html' title='A dream within a dream'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-8900273785922597636</id><published>2010-09-18T22:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T03:21:40.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I&amp;nbsp;got chastised by a girl today. And its really not fair man. I was just trying to be nice! Ahahahaha.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, im beginning to think that "Gary hanging out with a girl name Koey" is just a misunderstanding. I really do not think its the same Gary. Ohhwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'hv been working my ass off the prelim's art even though i did it last minute... but my final piece will never make it bc i sort of doodled it all over like a 5-year-old's drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight after prelim's art, we got our N level's art question paper. -,- now im going to miss watching my anime (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/i060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/IMG_1387_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/IMG_1395_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keiluv is my all-time fav.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-8900273785922597636?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/8900273785922597636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/8900273785922597636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/09/bummer.html' title='Bummer'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-3517471757530298723</id><published>2010-09-13T23:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T22:43:34.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New look</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In case you guys are wondering, the girl in&amp;nbsp;the picture below, is yours truly. :-D&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time im going for this kind of look, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/IMG_1353_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I dont know whether you guys feel the same way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;but i always feel&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; kind of happiness that cannot be explained verbally when watching anime. Thats why im always glue to the screen, watching it 24/7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ah, hell. Tests are coming up everyday on topics i'hv never covered before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My blog is such a bore. Theres nothing&amp;nbsp;interesting going on in my life which resulted in my boring post. Ohhwell.&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/1680547468642279681-3517471757530298723?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/3517471757530298723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/3517471757530298723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/09/rescue-me.html' title='New look'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-8791484581808265351</id><published>2010-09-10T15:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T20:12:35.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trapped</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes being alone feels so overwhelming in the night i actually thought im going to fade away in the background of a cemetery as the wind blows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is really pathetic to have to lie everyday in order to keep up your relationship with me. And quit lying dude. I know it when you do. Even though i'hv no prove and whatsoever, i just knew.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-8791484581808265351?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/8791484581808265351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/8791484581808265351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/09/trapped.html' title='Trapped'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-8068651728092743767</id><published>2010-09-04T15:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T15:21:57.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://formspring.me/jiaenelideman"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;TELL ME A SECRETZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-8068651728092743767?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/8068651728092743767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/8068651728092743767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/09/tell-me-secretz.html' title=''/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-2729653469389743779</id><published>2010-09-01T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T15:32:12.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Tuesday and Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday was a killer. I became a Santa Claus to all my favourite teachers by giving out cards and presents to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miss Melissa Lim was not in the staffroom so it meant that i had to walk around the whole school to look for her but it was definitely worth it bc i luv all the happy looks teachers had on their faces yesterday when they received presents and cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially the happy look on Mdm Soh and Mr Chong. I know that in a million years they would never have expected me buying gifts for them as i'hv always hated them.&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;(that was last year.)&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;My parents were in shocked too, when i came home with bags of gifts the other day and my parents asked whos it for and when they heard MrChong and MdmSoh's name, they actually went, "HUH?! BUT I THOUGHT YOU ALWAYS HATED&amp;nbsp;THEM?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, i&amp;nbsp;never regret buying gifts for them bc it actually broke the ice between the teachers and me. Plus i got today off from school!!!! Which is awesome!!!! The alarm ringing non-stop every morning is killing me. -,-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/luvvv041-2-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gary and i were webcamming each other a few nights ago. We'hv been so caught up with our own things that we only meet each other up like, on the weekends? Yupp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of like webcamming now, but no way am i going to go on webcam with Gary already. He threatened to upload picture of me which was friggin' 2 years ago, on facebook. Ohhhwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its such a bliss to be able to have 13 hours of undisturbed sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigbig test coming up on the topic i'hv never covered before. Fuck. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-2729653469389743779?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/2729653469389743779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/2729653469389743779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-tuesday-and-wednesday.html' title='Good Tuesday and Wednesday'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-3084884437117012536</id><published>2010-08-29T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T15:31:08.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaking out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joyce and i were webcamming each other at 3a.m 2 nights ago. And i was without makeup(I mean, obviously, who wears makeup to bed, right? =D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So please keep awful comments to yourself, thankyewvehmuch! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/foolsaway026-1-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you would not believe theres 7 more days to N. It just seems like yesterday when&amp;nbsp;i first got into&amp;nbsp;Sec4.&amp;nbsp;I hope i dont hyperventilate on the exam day and pass out due to major panic!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot and i really mean it, I CANNOT, do it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am going to be the only one sitting&amp;nbsp;for the N exams who knows nothing about all the subjects!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so deadcxz, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-3084884437117012536?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/3084884437117012536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/3084884437117012536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/08/freaking-out.html' title='Freaking out'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-5253804072505737587</id><published>2010-08-21T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T15:20:38.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dear You,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its been awhile now, since the last time.......... If we started at 10, then how did things change? Seems just like yesterday when things were still the same...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-5253804072505737587?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/5253804072505737587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/5253804072505737587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-you-its-been-awhile-now-since-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-1584878066778625088</id><published>2010-07-18T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T15:30:12.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lizard attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Okeh, before you guys continue reading this, let me give a small warning first. &lt;u&gt;Those who cannot stand gruesome pictures/videos or whatever, its best that you do not read ahead anymore.)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last night when i was about to go get a glass of water out in the kitchen, theres a fucking BIG, and FAT lizard outside my door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As y'all know, i am vehvehveh frightened of cockroaches, lizards, etc. When i saw that fat, disgusting thing, my first reaction was to close the door - AND FAST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know what? I could feel something rubbery stuck to my door as i was closing it, causing me to have to actually force the door closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this morning when i woke up, i happyhappy walk around my house to look for the lizard and was so sure it must'hv gone out the window, into someone else's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO MY HORROR, just as i was opening my room door, bc i wanted to go back to sleep, i saw something weird sticking out of the corner of it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i swear i got the SHOCK OF MY LIFE and feeling of vomitage ever since. You guys want to know why? Look at the picture below :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh. My. God. I am so sorry, lizard.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/IMG_1096-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-1584878066778625088?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/1584878066778625088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/1584878066778625088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/09/lizard-attack.html' title='Lizard attack'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-3587924645130783511</id><published>2010-06-26T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T15:29:49.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why did i read Gary's letter this morning instead of reading it straight away like he keep asking me to!?!? Bc after reading the letter, i have so much things to tell him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did i stupidly believed that everything was going to be okeh??? Why hadn't i insist looking for him these past few days?? .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only then understand what happened after Gary's mom told me some things : &lt;em&gt;He felt as terrible as i did yesterday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always knew that we were different from others in a way. But its too late now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-3587924645130783511?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/3587924645130783511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/3587924645130783511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/09/regrets.html' title='Regrets'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-3207936062693242286</id><published>2010-06-26T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T15:27:57.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents going away + Gary's letter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My parents have decided to go Hongkong for a vacation straight when my sister is back from Taiwan. Which is around 2 weeks from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obviously i can't go bc i have school!!! (&lt;b&gt;At first i thought i can go together with them and get away from school. But obviously my parents shot down my perfect idea :-(&lt;/b&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my parents will be having Granny come over to our house while they are gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/foolsaway003-1-11-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So its Me + Granny + Dog + Maid at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway. Gary came to my house and passed me a letter yesterday. Seriously i was so afraid what will be inside that letter i totally stuffed it in my cupboard and refused to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until this morning i received a text message from him around 8.30a.m then i remembered that letter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I immediately tore open that letter and read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well... all i can say is, i hope he mean what he said in that letter. I know we'hv been through alot of things during these past 2 years,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we'hv definitely drifted from each other so much bc he went back to school again and sort of have his own life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okeh and honestly i never expected things would change SO much just bc he went back to school. Plus it totally didn't make sense on why he did those things with the reasons he told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And theres alot of questions i'hv been dying to know but still, he chose to ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But no matter what, i still hope he mean what he said bc it means alot to me. Also, i hope that he's fine and that nothing bad will happen to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i'll miss my parents when they're not around :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Double blow in a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-3207936062693242286?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/3207936062693242286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/3207936062693242286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/06/parents-going-away-garys-letter.html' title='Parents going away + Gary&apos;s letter.'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-5761738356500285736</id><published>2010-05-31T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T15:26:01.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellhole for a month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once again, i have no photos :( ohhwell..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing much interesting going on as well. I believe i'hv been facing my computer the moment i wake up right until its time for bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is a complete bore. At least, right until this coming holiday. I am &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; at all enthusiastic about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont see a reason i should be... seeing as how i have to go back to school &lt;b&gt;EVERY SINGLE DAY&lt;/b&gt;, like it is not bad enough our chemistry teacher threw us a bunch of homeworks &lt;b&gt;DURING THE HOLIDAY&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont even get me started on how a few months back, our school actually decided that graduating classes should start school from 7.30a.m to 5p.m, or something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which totally bummed quite a number of people out, now that you think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, June holiday is not even here yet,&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; - Well, at least not until midnight anyway.. -&lt;/span&gt; and im already dreading it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really breaks my heart to imagine how i have to spend June holiday facing what i have been facing practically my whole life : a school :( thats the saddest thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-5761738356500285736?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/5761738356500285736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/5761738356500285736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/05/hellhole-for-month.html' title='Hellhole for a month'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680547468642279681.post-8236854381473457053</id><published>2010-05-15T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T15:24:43.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still doll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since when did my life start becoming so complicated? I thought i can always back out of things i got myself into if i do not like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But apparently, i cant do that. I have to finish what i started. Its a huge mess i tell you. You just have no idea how it is to be living like everything's not real,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/IMG_0911-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/IMG_0912-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/IMG_0908-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/IMG_0905-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x17/the7dwarfslover/IMG_0906-1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'hv had her for quite some time now. But i keep forgetting to show you guys her pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right from the start, Gary never free me from the questions in my mind. Even when i asked a thousand times,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i never got my answer. He told me things that has got nothing to do with what i wanna know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680547468642279681-8236854381473457053?l=jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/8236854381473457053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680547468642279681/posts/default/8236854381473457053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiaenfidelity.blogspot.com/2010/05/still-doll.html' title='Still doll'/><author><name>Jiaenelideman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11649372824055412599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JNO_kVkNA0I/TSVCVHxsxPI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Y8kOD6IL6TE/S220/i052.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
