<?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-1010968855097455929</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:49:10.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epitaph</title><subtitle type='html'>What is written, it is written with dignity and honesty. You can't change the fact. Deal with it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>235</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-8976473857763257631</id><published>2010-08-27T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T01:11:11.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't You See That I Love You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Words just popped in my head and it turned into a poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Title is stated above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;When the moments fly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I looked up in the sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Saw your name written on it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I couldn't believe my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;This heart have been waiting for so long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;For you to come along,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I wait this day to come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;And now you're here and welcomed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;You've filled the empty space in my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;And I know we will never be apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;You and I share the same feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;It shall be forever and willing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;What I feel towards you is true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;I can't deny it anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;My heart is beating for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Don't you see that I love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Jaceyy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;27.August.2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-8976473857763257631?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/8976473857763257631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=8976473857763257631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/8976473857763257631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/8976473857763257631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2010/08/dont-you-see-that-i-love-you.html' title='Don&apos;t You See That I Love You?'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-7109279964819707546</id><published>2010-07-27T09:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T09:40:51.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>making life decision..yet still can't make up mind..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/TE447J7C0rI/AAAAAAAAA1I/KNqc1OjKIWw/s1600/love-sick1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/TE447J7C0rI/AAAAAAAAA1I/KNqc1OjKIWw/s200/love-sick1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498394783992959666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Why is it so hard to make decision? I don't know, I gave my answer but its not my final decision yet. I still having second thoughts, whether to go or not. To be honest, I hate that place in fact, I hate the people there. I really hate the people there. Dead serious hate! But why something in me triggers me and says that I should go? Should I? I mean, it will be starting all over again..meeting new friends, orientation..gah! Lecture hall, how I hate lecture hall. What is triggering me inside then? I have to make my decision fast! seriously, fast! To go or not to go? This thinking is making me depressed, I might be going back to the old road again. Dammit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-7109279964819707546?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/7109279964819707546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=7109279964819707546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7109279964819707546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7109279964819707546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2010/07/making-life-decisionyet-still-cant-make.html' title='making life decision..yet still can&apos;t make up mind..'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/TE447J7C0rI/AAAAAAAAA1I/KNqc1OjKIWw/s72-c/love-sick1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-6764963154283101653</id><published>2010-07-20T09:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T09:47:58.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confuse? dead confuse =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/TEUAD3ebxQI/AAAAAAAAA1A/riVGzdSTavM/s1600/confuse.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/TEUAD3ebxQI/AAAAAAAAA1A/riVGzdSTavM/s200/confuse.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495798986706765058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;What I heard from our KJ just now..was.. rather a shocking yet devastating news. It made me think and i've never ever think like this before. Eight of us will be chosen to go to the other program which will twin with UiTM. Now, here's the problem. I'm confuse whether to go or not, my head told me to go but my heart told me to stay. My mom told me to go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Here's the pros and cons if I go to the place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;PROS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;The place is big and convenient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;it's in KL, well.. shopping haven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;most of my friends are there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;CONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Homesick, hard for me to adapt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;meeting new friends..again (not good at it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Far from parents (not a good thing for me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;High cost of living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I hate the traffic and some people there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;I don't enjoy the attitude of some people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Rudeness (some)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;GAHHHHHHHHHHHH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;God please help me to choose the correct path, please let me have peace of mind in making this decision. Amen.&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/1010968855097455929-6764963154283101653?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/6764963154283101653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=6764963154283101653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/6764963154283101653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/6764963154283101653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2010/07/confuse-dead-confuse.html' title='Confuse? dead confuse =('/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/TEUAD3ebxQI/AAAAAAAAA1A/riVGzdSTavM/s72-c/confuse.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-7599166926608539197</id><published>2010-06-16T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T23:12:17.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud for who I am =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;R&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt; Colors is ANOTHER way for God to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;it's OKAY to be GAY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm proud to be who and what I am now, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I'm gay and I love being one&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;I don't care what people is going to talk about me&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;thrashing behind my back and stuff&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;but one thing for sure&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;being gay is the most happy decision that i've made so far&lt;/span&gt;. Woohoo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I HAVE MY PRIDE AND I'M PROUD FOR WHO I AM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/pride" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i527.photobucket.com/albums/cc359/Teal_Key/Backgrounds/Pride.jpg" border="0" alt="Pride Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-7599166926608539197?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/7599166926608539197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=7599166926608539197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7599166926608539197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7599166926608539197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2010/06/proud-for-who-i-am.html' title='Proud for who I am =)'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i527.photobucket.com/albums/cc359/Teal_Key/Backgrounds/th_Pride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-2376309253649238139</id><published>2010-05-13T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T23:27:47.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragments of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Okay, I wrote this when I was feeling down last week, stuff happens. When I got home during that night, I feel unwanted. People that I love were fighting because of me, I heard them and it really hurts me. From that all, I turn to hurting myself again. I promise that I wouldn't do that bloody thing but that pain is unbearable. I did lost blood, an average amount but I don't care. My mind was blocked and all I think is about suicide. Apart from all those shitty things, I came out with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Fragments of Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;This falling fragments of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Slowly falling into pieces,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;One by one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Sounds of clashing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Sounds of despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;When I look into a blank wall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;All I see is a gloomy image of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;These precious virgin tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Slowly flowing down from the eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Tears of sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;This heart is weak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Fragile and easily torn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Watch me as this razor kissed my wrist,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Kiss this wrist with its sharp blade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Let the blood flow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Blood of anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Do you hear my heart beat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Its beating slowly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Those beatings tainted the surrounding,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;and it shows how much I'm hurt inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Beatings if sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;See the blood as it flows down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Let the blood taint the soil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Let the ground feel its pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;And know that this fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;is dying inside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-2376309253649238139?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/2376309253649238139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=2376309253649238139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/2376309253649238139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/2376309253649238139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2010/05/fragments-of-me.html' title='Fragments of Me'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-1934928137131610186</id><published>2010-04-28T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T13:36:52.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're seriously annoying!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#FF0000;"&gt;Oh for the love of God, you're friggin annoying! I don't know if you realize that but you are, damn! Okay fine, I know you're all of that but stop being such a full of yourself! Gah! Its really bothering me. You know what? When your friend say that you're annoying, I agree with her. I just don't want to tell you that the FACT THAT YOU'RE ANNOYING, coz yeah, I don't want to hurt your feelings. And I've been holding back, oh what the hell! You've been annoying me since last year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-1934928137131610186?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/1934928137131610186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=1934928137131610186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/1934928137131610186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/1934928137131610186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2010/04/youre-seriously-annoying.html' title='you&apos;re seriously annoying!'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-4618131146814663146</id><published>2010-04-09T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T09:45:09.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need your opinions on depression :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; background-image: url(http://www.tumblr.com/images/input_bg.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; font-weight: normal; background-position: 50% 0%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well..assignment.. the usual..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What to do? It's going to be a really hectic month..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We have to write a persuasive speech by choosing from these topic given:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Environment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Health&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3.Culture&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Education&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Gender and Society&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. Social Issues&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From these topics, I chose Social Issues coz yeah you know the world is like upside down now, social problems here and there. I decided to do on depression. Anybody have ever suffering from depression? I need some ideas, I've been in that situation and I have my own opinions but I need other people opinions too. So, tomorrow I have to show to my tutor my introduction of my essay. Wish me luck! xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the way, here's my title for my speech..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Depression' - Silent Killer &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-4618131146814663146?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/4618131146814663146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=4618131146814663146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/4618131146814663146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/4618131146814663146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2010/04/need-your-opinions-on-depression.html' title='Need your opinions on depression :)'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-5618391727728781711</id><published>2010-02-23T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T22:46:35.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@#$%^&amp;*(&amp;^$%#%^&amp;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/S4PpwlGX7iI/AAAAAAAAA04/0ewOtXKKUcc/s1600-h/sad_face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/S4PpwlGX7iI/AAAAAAAAA04/0ewOtXKKUcc/s320/sad_face.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441449795595529762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fuck everything! Arghhhhhh! Why do she have to make my life miserable?! Bloody fucking hell? Oh yes, I'm wrong! I'm bloody wrong..wrong..WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, I'm mean! Ugh! I thought that this morbid and depressed feeling will be gone forever after vanessa but you just make things more worse.. yes, I have your heart but I feel like giving it back. I'm not sure, I don't know but inside me, I'm missing you. I know in me that I can't let you go but I'm trying hard to but I really don't want. I'm confused, really confused, should I be with you or not? I feel like I'm in a box which you held it tight and wouldn't free me. I need space to breathe, to walk around and to see the world. Because of you, I'm like so upset now and I feel empty inside. But the most weirdest part is, I MISSED YOU SO MUCH! Now why am I missing you? I'm not suppose to miss you, or anything. With you being a part of my life, sometimes make me happy but sometimes it made me sad coz you were being morbid and all and eventually I'll become depressed. Gah! Nuff said bout stupid stuff! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-5618391727728781711?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/5618391727728781711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=5618391727728781711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/5618391727728781711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/5618391727728781711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='@#$%^&amp;*(&amp;^$%#%^&amp;'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/S4PpwlGX7iI/AAAAAAAAA04/0ewOtXKKUcc/s72-c/sad_face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-675317812567852112</id><published>2010-02-21T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T22:29:12.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>labuan&gt;&gt;&gt;awesomeness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/S4FCxi5V-5I/AAAAAAAAA0w/JGnzuKLzTFo/s1600-h/24113_109239055756839_100000122348447_239877_3059134_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/S4FCxi5V-5I/AAAAAAAAA0w/JGnzuKLzTFo/s320/24113_109239055756839_100000122348447_239877_3059134_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440703243788614546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;[my favourite pic of all the pics..coz we're showing off our asses! :D]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Okay..labuan was so fun! Though I went there for like every year, but this time is with my friends, no grown ups..I repeat..NO GROWN-UPS! Mwahahaahahahaha...FREEDOM! :p&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Finally, I'm out from my house. A dream come true. So, we went to Menumbok then we ride the speed boat, bumpy yet fun. We arrived at Labuan about 10am. Then, we check into our hotel, Pulau Labuan 2. Haha, our room [girls] were small but what the heck.. Then we went to lunch then walk around UK for few hours. After that, we rent car and we to interesting places, took pictures then go. Was so much fun and all the things I've been stressing bout all gone. Then night came, we went back to the hotel, shower and go out. We had KFC for dinner and we went to matriks. Ahh, good memories are been made there. I meet up with Stephanie, Mel, Yvonne and OMG.. Steffi. I don't know why but she seems so happy to see me and I am happy to see her. And she smiled all the time when we're both talking, and when I was about to go home, she's kinda sad. Awww.. I wished she would feel the same way as I feel towards her. Thats what I told Candice, "I'm in love with someone but she's straight." Steffi is who I'm talking about. When I see her, ohmigosh, its like you can hear birds chirping and your heart sings. Most happiest part for during meeting her is when she said, " Can I get a hug?" OMG, hugging her made me smile and i'm still smiling now. I've been smiling since friday night and kept thinking about her. I so so want to meet her again. Ok, nuff said bout matriks, lets move on to nightlife. After matriks, we went back to the hotel, we bought 12 bottles of beer. HAHA! We didn't drink much but yeah, we did drank like 5 bottles. Then my friend and my cousin sleep early. Boo hoo! So, me and the girls went out and drive around labuan. We went out about at 2am. Guess where we end up? We went to Pop In. Its a pub/club and OMG it was awesome! The atmosphere...the people! AMAZING! So, I drank a bottle of beer coz my friends were not in the mood. My friend, Nana, drag me to the dance floor.. so I danced my hearts out. I don't care what people thinks, I dance! Fuck yeah! We went out from the place at 3.30am then head for McDonald for a bite. We went back to the hotel about 4.30am. Oh my, I can't sleep so I didn't sleep for the whole night. Hihi! I didn't bought anything there tho coz I spent my money mostly on food, beer, hotel, transportation, and other stuff. We're planning on going back there when we have the time. I can't wait. But after April, there's no reason for me to go to Labuan coz my friends finished their course in matriks on the 18th April..so yeah. But Pop In is a place I must go. Imma go to bed now, tomorrow class start, xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-675317812567852112?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/675317812567852112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=675317812567852112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/675317812567852112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/675317812567852112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2010/02/labuanawesomeness.html' title='labuan&gt;&gt;&gt;awesomeness!'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/S4FCxi5V-5I/AAAAAAAAA0w/JGnzuKLzTFo/s72-c/24113_109239055756839_100000122348447_239877_3059134_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-6555486262152639303</id><published>2010-02-12T09:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:59:25.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I fucking hate it when they fight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/S3S2bigyMqI/AAAAAAAAA0o/6sgh8ozOP1U/s1600-h/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 122px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/S3S2bigyMqI/AAAAAAAAA0o/6sgh8ozOP1U/s320/sad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437171234380067490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#FF0000;"&gt;I hate it when they fight, I mean my parents. Last night they fought, in the kitchen and yes I heard them. I listen to every word every sentences they say. Its really sad, I really hate crying coz crying affects the people around me. My downside of my shirt was full of blood last night. I can't stand the fightings. There are scars on my left arm, so as the blood will dry on my shirt. I feel at ease when seeing the blood flows. But I'm still sad coz of last night. I heard my mom said about leaving and that seriously stroke deeply into my heart with God forsaken piercing pain. I still feel the pain now, tears always flooded my eyes when I think of it. I cried in class today and damn! Why must I cry in front of my friends. I hate it! I bloody fucking hate it! I made them cry too, Nana and Dora. *sniffs* But when they hugged me, and my I feel at ease a bit. Hugs do make me feel better. But I really can't stand to see them crying..guiltiness affects me. Just now, when I'm with Dora, I can't explain why coz I feel so calm. When she hugged me tightly, calmness go throughout my body. When she cried just now, again, I feel pain. Staring at her eyes, seeing her smile..somehow makes me happy. When i'm sad, she's always be with me and say all those calming words. Today when I was crying my heart out, she hugged me tightly and whispered to my ear, saying that "when you feel sad, just think of me". Those words touched me deeply.  Made me cry tears of joy. No one ever says that to me but this is just so sweet! I just want to hug her closely to my heart now. How can I make this family in peace? I can't stand it anymore! I hate being sad..me being sad, I cut! Please, no more! I'm trying so hard to avoiding cutting. Fuck! This cuts hurts. My arm is sore. I'll just try to calm down then. I'm just scared if they're really leaving, I'm scared of whats gonna happen to my sisters. I don't want them to break down just like I do. I want to protect them and keep the sadness away. For now, I just wished for this family to return to normal and be happy again. I just want to see those smiling faces and spending time together with each other. *fingers crossed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#FF0000;"&gt;xoxo&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/1010968855097455929-6555486262152639303?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/6555486262152639303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=6555486262152639303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/6555486262152639303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/6555486262152639303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-fucking-hate-it-when-they-fight.html' title='I fucking hate it when they fight!'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/S3S2bigyMqI/AAAAAAAAA0o/6sgh8ozOP1U/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-5452300980082630085</id><published>2010-02-01T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:23:54.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crappy morning...fun evening..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#FF0000;"&gt;why do Mondays have to be the worst day all of days?! Bad luck much?? I don't have the mood since saturday coz someone in the house made me feel like a stranger. UGH! You know how much it hurts me deeply?! I feel unloved! There's a hole in my heart coz of you. I can't believe your blood run in mine. DAMN! plus today, monday..that bloody discipline lecturer told me that my hair was too long and he bloody told me to tied it. What the bloody effin hell?! My hair is not that bloody long, it's bloody short for goodness sake! How can you tie a short hair?! My gawd! Where's your head sir? Saturday till today, I feel like I'm really a mess. And YES, I DID cut myself. I like the blood flowing from my wrist and arms. The pain came out along with the blood. To be honest, I like it. Yes, I like it very much. I don't care if I cut my veins or anything, I just want the blood to flow out. It makes me calm. Yeah, my friends were angry and I know I did wrong, but I just can't control myself when being in a shitty situation involving my mom. When it comes to here, I might breakdown so badly or I might want to die. I know its wrong to take your own life, but I can't take it! I feel so hurt inside, being left alone hanging in the abyss. A poor soul calling for help. Let me stop talking about sadness, move on to me being happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Ahhh..happiness. Me likey. Today is our PE performance that we need to do a lot of moving. It was fun and believe it or not, after doing it I feel so happy. The best way to cure sadness is hanging out with your friends. Damn, it works! *Happy dance* after that, we went to Alladin Restaurant and we have our dinner there. With all those talking and laughing, at last my sadness fade away. *Again, happy dance* I love all of my friends. Also, I did something naughty today. Woohoo! Thats more like me! HAHA! Owh well, gotta sleep now. Ciao :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-5452300980082630085?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/5452300980082630085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=5452300980082630085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/5452300980082630085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/5452300980082630085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2010/02/crappy-morningfun-evening.html' title='crappy morning...fun evening..'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-6922042608505538898</id><published>2010-01-30T10:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T11:17:04.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah..blah..blah..bleh.. =.="</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#FF0000;"&gt;*Screams out loud!* FUUUUCCCKKKKKKK MYYYYYYYYY LIFEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#FF0000;"&gt;Why do this weekend have to be so bloody busy?! Man, college life is starting to get on my nerves. I'm started to think that am I really in the correct track? Gosh, confusion much. Gonna be in Shakespeare mode.. &lt;i&gt;"Thy knife stroke my heart, piercing in, my blood shall flow from my chest to my toes, the ground will be tainted, with despair and sorrow." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#FF0000;"&gt;What shall I do then?&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/1010968855097455929-6922042608505538898?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/6922042608505538898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=6922042608505538898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/6922042608505538898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/6922042608505538898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2010/01/blahblahblahbleh.html' title='blah..blah..blah..bleh.. =.=&quot;'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-6947746791510999207</id><published>2010-01-23T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T16:06:53.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so little time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*sigh* okay, 3 weeks of college..coming to 4 weeks. OMG and the works are piling up. College life, I know. Somehow, I feel restless. Idk why. Me and Karissa stopped texting each other. Why? Coz her phone bill was..OMG! Feel sad tho but we talked on yrbook. Doesn't feel the same but at least we talked. She still made me happy. Hmm, okay this month is crucial coz i'm in need of cash!!! Arghhhh! Got a letter from my former college, asking me to pay back the Semester 1's allowance! I was like WHAT THE FUCK?! and the total amount is RM1250!! Where am gonna find that money????? My life just died there...my current college's allowance hasn't come out yet..ughhhhhh!!!! *whining and cusssing* !@#@%&amp;amp;^(&amp;amp;(**@@%#!#!@*(&amp;amp;^)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-6947746791510999207?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/6947746791510999207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=6947746791510999207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/6947746791510999207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/6947746791510999207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-little-time.html' title='so little time...'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-3524489619094359036</id><published>2010-01-12T13:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T13:36:38.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday was history today is????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;PE was awesome yesterday. Akmar, Amirul, Jazul, Me, Gracie, Nana, Dora, Candice, Esther and Jun laughed really hard. It's coz of the joke that Jazul made talking Malay-Thai-Japan accent and myself, talking a scotland accent which make Esther laughed till tears came out from her eyes. Gracie lost her voice, OMG! Okay, today was forum during LDV and our group topic is about Sex and Gender. I talked about sexual orientation and wow, I don't know coz I kinda blushed. Coz this topic is somehow related to me. I explained using my general knowledge and I think some people including Madam is suspecting something. Owh well, at least they know and I'm actually okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;So, me and Karissa 1st Month Anniversary is almost near. I'm more happier being with Karissa rather than being the that bloody person. She made me so happy and she remember our anniversary unlike..ughhh! the other person. She said to me that I'm the reason for her to get up every morning and that just put the biggest smile on my face. She's the reason I smiled whenever I sit alone. I'm so lucky to have her in my life. All I hope for is, I don't want her to hurt me as Vanessa did. I can't take it anymore. I hate being hurt and I hate hurting people. All i want is to make people happy and I'll be happy. Is it that hard to ask? I hope me and her are gonna last long and happy together. I don't care what people thinks tho. I know some will accept and some will not. So please, leave your bloody conservative life and move on to the new era of life already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-3524489619094359036?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/3524489619094359036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=3524489619094359036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/3524489619094359036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/3524489619094359036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2010/01/yesterday-was-history-today-is.html' title='yesterday was history today is????'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-5101112698096563904</id><published>2010-01-03T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T00:38:10.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow is the day! D:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah-ma-gosh! I can't believe its finally tomorrow!! I'm going back to college tomorrow! ohmylord!! Its so fast and i'm just starting to enjoy the hols. UGH!!! New roommate..new everything! I hope she's not bossy or snobbish. I really want communication! or I'll die! SERIOUSLY! I'm not used to being friends with someone older than me..well except for Dora and my cousins..gosh, time will tell then. New challenges..new drama..arghhh. Am I in the right track? Being a teacher? I mean, look at me! With this attitude and stuff, gosh! I'm so not gonna be a role model to my students in the future. I drank, I cuss, everything that is bad. So am I right for this? Gosh, I need someone to hit me. NOW! I'm just gonna accept the fact that I'm going back tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Okay..talked with Vanessa again. Told her that I couldn't forget her completely then she said " I thought you did :( " what does she meant by that? And when I asked why, she said that "coz you were with someone". Again, what does she meant? Does she still loves me? Or she wants me to forget her? I'm really confused right now. But really, I do still have feelings for her. Believe it or not, I asked opinions from 11 people. 8 gave me the same answer and 3 different. Hmm, I better make sure of this or I'll end up getting hurt again. I hope she's not drunk when she say it tho. If she were, all of the memories will come back and haunt me again. Nuff said bout it, anyways..I missed my cousin. I missed her so much! Coz I really liked when she hugged me on new years day coz it was so sweet of her and adorable too. She hugged me with full of care.. she's 14 and very matured too. Matured than me. Some of my cousins dislikes her tho coz they said, she's harsh. Well, she is but owh well, like I said, she's matured for her age. Wow, its been like 3 days without texting Karissa. I'm guessing, she wants to end it, between me and her. *sigh* why does this keep happening to me? Gawd! OWH WELL.. like many people say..that is LIFE. Pfffttt.. right..&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm going to bed now..church in like 7 hours. Have a good life people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-5101112698096563904?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/5101112698096563904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=5101112698096563904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/5101112698096563904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/5101112698096563904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2010/01/tomorrow-is-day-d.html' title='tomorrow is the day! D:'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-4087399568912281759</id><published>2010-01-01T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:57:51.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do still love her...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Talking to Vanessa now has made me realize that I do still love her. All the name calling thingy that I called her, was just to erase the memories of what she did to me..but deep inside me, I still do really love her..I think she's the only one that I really love. I can't forget her completely. I love her too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-4087399568912281759?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/4087399568912281759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=4087399568912281759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/4087399568912281759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/4087399568912281759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-do-still-love-her.html' title='I do still love her...'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-8624452825756239149</id><published>2010-01-01T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:45:45.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awesome new year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goodbye 2009..well hello 2010! Well, this year's new year, I think its the best new year other than the other new years. Indeed, I'm shocked too. I thought it would be bad but I was so wrong. Hmm..maybe I got drunk this year and thats why I was feeling happy. LMAO! When the clock struck 12.00am last night.. was the happiest moment in my life. I called Monique and whoa her voice was so adorable. I seriously love australian accent. Owh yeah, when I was hungover last night, and was about to sleep, someone came into the room and gave me the most adorable hug ever and she said to me, " I'm here now". How adorable is that? She hugged me while I was laying on the bed. Made me happy and I hugged her back. And someone was jealous of us..ahaahahaha! But yeah, she ended up in my hands and I love cuddling with her. That was a cute moment. Hmm..I think this year is starting to be a good year after all. Hmm, okay that was an early judgment. We'll see what's gonna happen this year, and I'll be an official senior..haha! Bullying time? I'm not that cruel. Okay, i'm currently talking to Vanessa on msn now, this may sounded weird but I'm happy talking to her. I'm in cheerful mode now, maybe coz by the drunkness or maybe I am really in a cheerful mood. Haha, but still, I missed her tho. Should I tell her that? A bit confused here. She might think I'm weird or something. Owh well, 2009 has passed..its 2010 now. New challenges..new drama..new me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-8624452825756239149?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/8624452825756239149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=8624452825756239149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/8624452825756239149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/8624452825756239149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2010/01/awesome-new-year.html' title='awesome new year!'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-5245458248246239501</id><published>2009-12-30T12:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T13:04:59.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me and her talk about kids.. LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heyy! Last night was a blast..rody's friend came over..wow..lots of beer! HAHA.. and seriously..some of his friends are cute! OMG! I've got a crush towards his one of his friends from SMC. My gosh..haha.. *hits myself!* IN YOUR DREAMS! I slept at 5.00am and woke up at 9.30am..whatafack! LOL, i'm kinda have an headache now..owh well..&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Karissa finally texted me after 4 days without texting with her! OMG, that is burden. I missed her so so much..my gawd! I bloody missed her :(&lt;br /&gt;So we both texted and texted..suddenly children came to my mind.. I told her about it. She said she love kids too! Woohoo! Unlike with Vanessa.. she doesn't like kids coz she thinks its painfully. So suicide is not painful for you then? Karissa is much more different from you, much better..more happier and she really made me happy. Me and her love kids, so she said she wants five or more! I totally agree with her.. Kids are the ones who brings the family together.. So, we think of some names..so her suggestions were, Kiley, Xaiver, Victoria, Oliver and Jasper. Mine were Vanessa, Aiden, Emily, Kayden and Jake. She said she like the name Aiden and Kayden if our kids were twins. OKay, this may sound crazy but I really really wants kids with someone who wants it as much as me. Karissa is perfect but..I don't know.. I want to change..but..I may be disown by this family coz I know that my parents won't bloody understand me..ughhh!! I just want to be with someone, but its just hard..some people just don't understand.. *sniffs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh well.. I'll get my own kids someday..well, I hope..&lt;br /&gt;and it will be with someone that I love the most! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-5245458248246239501?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/5245458248246239501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=5245458248246239501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/5245458248246239501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/5245458248246239501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/12/me-and-her-talk-about-kids-lol.html' title='me and her talk about kids.. LOL'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-1578604581659469832</id><published>2009-12-28T00:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T01:06:37.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay, today was the Disimon Clan Party and I'm not in the mood to go but I forced myself to go. If I didn't go, what would the people will say? Although I don't mix well with them, somehow some of my cousin likes to hangout with me, talking about music or stuff. Being crazy is also part of it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Here's the funny part, me and Ruby were being desperate, she wants a boyfriend and I want a girlfriend, we both are wishing for it in desperate mode, was LMAO! She wants her boy of her dreams, and I want my emo girl. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nuff said bout the funny part, so here's the sad part just now. Me and Hazel were talking about relationships, she told me about her nightmare about her boyfriend and I told whats going on with my relationship which didn't work out well. So, suddenly Ruby and Titin went to my place and asked what happen between me and that person, why we broke up. At first I don't want to tell them, but they're good at persuading me to tell, I lost. It was hurtful for me but what the heck, it'll be better just to let it out, to ease the pain a little bit. So I told them what happened two months ago, I told them the exact details. I told them that the person hurt me many times but I was never angry. That person hurt me on my birthday which makes them shock and angry. Then I moved on to the part where I let that person go although its hurtful. I started to cry from there. I told them, all the messages that Vans sent me were all meaningless after all, and its heart breaking when deleting all the texts in my phone. From there, my tears couldn't stop flowing. Ruby, Titin and Hazel trying to calm me down but I just couldn't stop. I reminisce all of the happy memories when I'm with Vans.Of all the people I've been with, she's the only one that I ever truly loved. What she did to me, yes its beyond repair, but I still love her. Call me stupid but I really do. Even my friends says that she is really destroying me by hurting me. Now, its all over. I'm not angry, I'm just hurt deeply inside me, my heart is torn and haven't been sew up again. I somehow really find it hard to forgive. Hazel says just forgive and forget, yes I did that when me and her were together, but after what she did, OMG..its hard to forgive. How can you forgive someone that says I love you and wants to get back with you, then the next day that person took it back and says he/she were drunk at that time..its hurtful right? I do want to forgive her, its just that, its really hard. But really, someone managed to cheer me up a little and I'm grateful for it. I really wished that she sees me more than just a friend in those amazing eyes. Okay, being desperate there, but I really wished for that. It made me not believe in santa tho coz that big guy haven't give me the ultimate gift ever..Someone to call my own. I know its being greedy and all but all I want is to love someone and that someone love me back and love me for who I am. Is it that hard to ask? Owh well, I know that person is out there somewhere, I just have to use all that I've got to find that person. But now, I really want to forgive Vans coz I hate keeping grudges in me. I'm not like that kind of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This year, 2009, is almost came to an end. For me, its so many downs rather than ups except that the person I met cheers me up only christmas day and I'm grateful for it. I've really changes alot after the break up. Like how? My friends say that I'm more cheerful, LOL idk that. But I can feel that I'm becoming a little matured and its so not me! I'm beginning to love kids, and turning into a hopeless romantic. Gawd! I seriously don't want that. I love collar stripes tee now coz its awesome! I have many of them now, thanks to my parents for buying me all those. I know its bad, I like to flirt and I'm trying to stop now. I drink too much and got in hangover mode each time. I'm 19 next year in July, getting old..OMG! All of these, happens for a reason and I just have to deal with it although I hate it. Countdown to 2010!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-1578604581659469832?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/1578604581659469832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=1578604581659469832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/1578604581659469832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/1578604581659469832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/12/missing-mode.html' title='Missing mode'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-6070614985104624190</id><published>2009-12-27T02:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T02:52:39.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>upset mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is the day after Christmas..just got home from a Caroling X'mas Party, not that bad tho..was okay. Had a lil bit fun but owh well. Tomorrow its the Disimon Clan and I think I won't go. Not in the mood, coz some of the people there I despise, I don't mix well with them. Well, I've been upset since morning. When I woke up, I'm in upset mode. I don't know why, coz I think its the mood swings have kicked in. I'm just wondering why I can't find someone to call my own. I'm a loser when it comes to relationship. And I hated myself for being a hopeless romantic..ergh! But the last time, I fall..I mean, really fall in love, I ended up getting hurt. Dammit! But I know one thing for sure, I really do like Monique. I mean "like" as in LOVE. But the problem is, I'm just a friend in her eyes. I feel a bit down by it, but I'll live. I just hope to find someone is near to me where I can hold/kiss/hug/cuddle with that person. I'm getting sick for long-distant relationship. Its like I'm talking to a person that didn't exist but they do only in the internet/mobile world. You can't actually see them or hold them. Even if they turn on their webcam, yeah you can the their face but only that. Its hurtful sometimes. I really do hope I found someone that I really can call my own and lives near to me, where we both can meet each other. Its going to be eaffin hard, I'm sure about it. Nuff said about this, the other reason why I was upset coz its like I'm the black sheep in this family. Everything I didn't do, I get blamed on. I mean everything!! You know how painful it is to endure it all?! They blamed it all on me. I do this! I do that! Blah..blah..blah..even I couldn't find the answer myself. Its really making me depressed, and yes I want to cut. I promise to someone that I wouldn't touch that razor ever again but the pain inside me is too hurtful. The only way for me to calm down is to see blood. I know its crazy but I like it. I don't have any sickness in me or anything. I'm just stressed out! I might do something stupid and that someone will go, blah..blah..blah on me again. UGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be really happy for once in my god forsaken life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-6070614985104624190?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/6070614985104624190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=6070614985104624190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/6070614985104624190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/6070614985104624190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/12/upset-mode.html' title='upset mode'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-1122106042291236697</id><published>2009-12-25T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T20:20:57.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Before begin, I just want to say Merry Christmas to all of you! May God bless you always. Okay, christmas is not as bad as I thought unlike the other years. So many thing that has happened to me this year. I managed to find my true self well kinda. I've changed a lot after the break up with Vanessa two months ago and I know wear different color shirts. Unlike wearing black shirts all the time. Other than that, I'm also into collar tee now. I'm getting matured, oh gawd! I feel like its not me but owh well, people needs changing in the life. I'm more cheerful now, more open..likes to be silly and oh my gawd, I'm drinking for goodness sake. I never like to drink before but now I drink like hell. Okay..for this year's christmas, someone has just made my day. Her name is Monique. Seriously, she actually made me the most cheerful person today. When she smiled, I get happy. Its so sad that we lived far from each other, she's in Perth and I'm stuck in Sabah. UGH! I wanna meet her so badly, we both could hangout together and it'll be awesome. She said to me even the ice cubes would get jealous of us. I don't know what she meant by that but its funny! I don't know, I think I may like her. It's begins when I try to help to not to cut herself and help her to be happy, I ended up by falling for her. But in her eyes, I'm just a friend, nothing more than that. I asked my friends, and they say that I should asked her. OMG! It would never be the same if I asked her. What if she says "no", gosh! That would be hurtful but at least I know that she only wants to be friends. But everytime I talk or text with her, I feel happy. It eases the pain inside me. I really want to tell her but I'm afraid if it will ruin our friendship. What if she thinks i'm a freak and avoid me? That would kill me completely. Maybe I should just see and what happens. Its the best christmas day today. It was alright. She made me happy, and I'm glad. Hope for next year will be more merrier and changes shall occur. I'll be 19 next year in July 10th. Getting older each year. *sigh* owh well, thats life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Merry Christmas to all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-1122106042291236697?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/1122106042291236697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=1122106042291236697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/1122106042291236697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/1122106042291236697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-day-d.html' title='Christmas Day! :D'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-8300929060013649798</id><published>2009-12-23T09:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T10:47:28.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>self-reflecting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, its almost Christmas. The time where most people wait each year. Full of joy and happiness among families around the world. But tell, what is really Christmas means to you? Is it all about the presents? Keep receiving but never giving? What all those needy people will be doing during Christmas? Is there any kind Samaritan who is willing to give them Christmas? There are so many needy people out there and yet they're being ignored. I know most of us are not that rich or anything, but God has given us life, love, everything. We should appreciate it all, why not being thankful to God by helping others? Most people when it comes to this time of the year, its all about the presents and shopping for new clothes and stuff. I mean, what happen to Jesus? The true meaning of Christmas, Jesus is the real deal. Not shopping or stuff. What happen to the true spirit of Christmas? Celebrating the coming of our savior? The one who saves us all from damnation. Jesus! We should be thankful to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I 'm writing this blog to reflect myself during this festive season. All I think is about shopping and shopping. I forgot what is the true meaning of Christmas. That what made me not in the mood for Christmas this year. All I think is about new clothes and stuff, I never think about Jesus or anything. Yes, I'm a christian, a roman catholic in fact. I do go to church every sunday. I know my mistakes and yet I kept doing it again. Yes, I do go to confession every year but it does not stop me from doing mistakes. This year has been the hardest year for me. Why? It is because getting into college, meeting new people and being in a new world. I'm not use to new environment, its hard for me to adapt new things especially involves meeting new people. Other than that, I got my heart broken many times this year by the person I love the most. Its broken beyond repair. I feel so bad flirting with people who has meet me just to forget the person who have hurt me. But again, another person came into my life and manage to heal this broken heart. She actually managed to heal my heart. I consider this person as my early Christmas present from Santa. Because this person had given me so much happiness in me. Made me realize Christmas is all about loving each other, loving other people and love among ourselves. This person has changed me wholly and I love the person dearly. Christmas is not just about receiving or new stuff, I now can say its about being loving and caring towards each other. Make peace with your enemies, make peace with your family if you don't have a good relationship with them. Me here, is trying to forgive the person who have hurt me, and I know its going to be very hard to do it. I'm not even sure if that person deserves to be forgive. I don't keep grudges in me, I never want to take revenge on someone because I know its not worth it. Doing that will make it more worse and eventually you're the one who's gonna get hurt again. I have a friend who loves revenge and gosh her life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my wish for this Christmas is for every family to sit down and spend time with each other, use the time to talk, smile and laugh. I love my family very much and they meant the world to me. Without them, I wouldn't be in college by now. They taught me well in life. Also not to forget all of my aunts and uncles, all of them are awesome as! I'm grateful for everything that God has given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&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/1010968855097455929-8300929060013649798?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/8300929060013649798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=8300929060013649798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/8300929060013649798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/8300929060013649798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/12/self-reflecting.html' title='self-reflecting'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-8562627198355944794</id><published>2009-12-21T08:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T09:07:20.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I now can say you're a bitch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two months have passed since that incident involves us two, its still stained my memories. The memories of you, tainted everything in me. Since then, its hard for me to find someone to love. But what you did to me was beyond repair and it hurts so much. It's gonna be hard to forgive you. I can't forget, okay?! Somehow I think I still have feelings for you. I talked to my friends about it, she said you're entirely destroying me. At first, I don't agree with her coz at that time, you mean so much to me. What happen to the words you texted me last time, "I will never leave you. I love you forever and always". Do you really mean it when you say it to me. What about the thing you promised me? You never even try to keep it. You know how much does it hurts me knowing that you promised that you'll never do it again but you keep on doing it. You know who made me realize that being with you was a mistake? I met this girl, her name is Karissa. I was so sad and I told her about you. Guess what she said? She was so angry and called you a "bitch". When I told my friend about it, she also agrees with me. Came to think of it, you are one. After what you did to me 2 months ago, yes you are one. You left me to be with another person, thinking here you and him are going to be happy together. But no, you broke off with him and be with another person. I now can really say IT WAS A MISTAKE FOR LOVING YOU. You know what? Karissa has made me happy. She's different from you, she's not like you, and she's way better than you. All you do is making me sad, believe it or not I was never angry with you coz I love you so much. Really, I was never angry at you and yet you keep hurting me. I know you didn't realize it. When I went to college and its hard for me to talk to you, I cried you know. When I called you, it makes me happy to hear your voice but at the same time I was sad. I cried many times coz of you. I never told you this coz I don't want to make you worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Now, I realized.. you're a bitch! Thanks to Karissa. She have healed what has broken inside me, she always made me smile. I love her dearly and she means the world to me. I hope you realize yourself that you made a mistake being with me. I hope you do.&lt;br /&gt;I REGRET IT ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-8562627198355944794?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/8562627198355944794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=8562627198355944794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/8562627198355944794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/8562627198355944794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-now-can-say-youre-bitch.html' title='I now can say you&apos;re a bitch!'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-6267941166868238461</id><published>2009-12-08T03:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T03:57:35.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ughhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;OMG! Its like 3.52am and I can't sleep. Woke up just now, my head hurts, my whole body hurts. My nose is runny and it hurts. It's time to go see the doctor, if possible tomorrow. I can't stand it anymore. It really hurts. What is my sickness? Its a combination of flu and fever, so might as well call it "FLUVER"&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt like this before, when I come down with flu and fever, its not that painful as this one. Its like a torch pinned through my body. One word for that, "OUCH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-6267941166868238461?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/6267941166868238461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=6267941166868238461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/6267941166868238461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/6267941166868238461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/12/ughhh.html' title='ughhh!'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-6679849568878073907</id><published>2009-10-20T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T19:07:37.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our relationship officially ends..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;20/October/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;exactly this day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my friendship/relationship with Vanessa ends forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She have deleted on msn but I won't delete her coz I got this feeling which keep me from deleting her and idk what it is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but I will try to move on and someday I will find somebody that I will love as much as I love her.. i'm going to be happy although inside me it hurts so much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No more thinking bout her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-6679849568878073907?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/6679849568878073907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=6679849568878073907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/6679849568878073907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/6679849568878073907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-relationship-officially-ends.html' title='our relationship officially ends..'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-6254699182241668859</id><published>2009-10-07T15:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T15:57:53.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SsxJ0ee61FI/AAAAAAAAAyE/2bewPVKe62c/s1600-h/IMG_2693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389764019940414546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SsxJ0ee61FI/AAAAAAAAAyE/2bewPVKe62c/s320/IMG_2693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I GAVE YOU HIM, WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE? HE LOVE YOU, HE’S THERE FOR YOU, HE’LL TAKE CARE OF YOU..BUT I’M HERE, FAR AWAY FROM YOU. I CAN’T EVEN HOLD YOUR HAND, I CAN’T EVEN HOLD YOU IN MY ARMS, I CAN’T EVEN DO ANYTHING WITH YOU COZ I’M NOT THERE! HE’S THERE FOR YOU, HE CAN HOLD YOU IN HIS ARMS AND HE CAN PROTECT YOU. I CAN’T DO ALL OF THAT COZ I’M BLOODY FAR AWAY FROM YOU! DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO LET GO SOMEONE YOU LOVED THE MOST? SOMEONE YOU LOVED MORE THAN YOURSELF? SOMEONE YOU LOVED MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THIS WORLD? DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS? HOW HURTFUL? DO YOU KNOW HOW HURT I AM NOW? LET ME TELL YOU THIS, I’M SO HURT, DEEPLY INSIDE ME IS LIKE BLEEDING BLOOD. MY HEART BLEEDS THEN SHATTERED INTO MILLIONS PIECES. I DO ALL OF THAT TO MAKE YOU HAPPY. I DON’T CARE HOW MUCH IT HURTS ME. I DON’T CARE IF I BLEED FROM MY EYES OR DIE. I JUST WANT YOU TO BE HAPPY. DON’T YOU GET IT? YES, I STILL LOVE YOU, BUT IF YOU LOVE SOMEONE, YOU MUST LEARN TO LET THEM GO. I LET YOU GO IN ORDER TO MAKE YOU HAPPY. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, I CAN’T BEAR TO SEE YOU GET HURT EVERYTIME. I’M SURE YOU’LL BE HAPPY WITH HIM. ALTHOUGH WHEN I THINK OF IT, IT HURTS, BUT AT THE SAME TIME I’M SMILING COZ I KNOW THAT YOU’RE SMILING TOO WHEN YOU’RE WITH HIM. THERE’S NO MISTAKE THAT I SEE IN YOU THAT YOU ALSO LOVE HIM. I WANT YOU TO FORGET ME, FOR ME IT’S HARD TO FORGET YOU BUT I WILL TRY. IT’S VERY HURT TO MOVE ON; IT’S SO HARD FOR ME TO NOT LOVE YOU. BE HAPPY FOR ME OKAY? I WISH YOU BOTH A HAPPY LIFE AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-6254699182241668859?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/6254699182241668859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=6254699182241668859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/6254699182241668859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/6254699182241668859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-gave-you-him-what-do-you-want-more-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SsxJ0ee61FI/AAAAAAAAAyE/2bewPVKe62c/s72-c/IMG_2693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-8662931861142665710</id><published>2009-10-02T21:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T21:35:56.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loving you was my favourite mistake..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SsYBnqA2j8I/AAAAAAAAAxs/Bs7fcCt79wA/s1600-h/No_Valentines_Flowers,_Razor_Cutting_Blood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387995784999768002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SsYBnqA2j8I/AAAAAAAAAxs/Bs7fcCt79wA/s320/No_Valentines_Flowers,_Razor_Cutting_Blood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today is the most saddest day in my life... and it's really happening now.. remember how much I wanted to break up with vans? Yep, the day is today. I'm both sad and relieve. I'm sad because I felt a part of me empty. I'm relieve coz there's nothing to think about anymore.. I'm going to miss our memories that we've shared.. I have bout 1000 or more texts from vans in my phone.. It's hard to delete.. OMG! I think I'm regretting it..shit! NO!!! I must move on and forget bout it. Pretend that I never met vans..pretend everything was just a fairytale dream.. I don't care! Well, I hope they both have a better life.. i'm sure vans will be happy without me in her life..more happier when she's with alex. They both good for each other. All I want is for her to be happy..as much as it really hurts me so deeply..like a knife stroke into my heart..her happiness is more important. *sigh* ow well..here comes single life again..&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/1010968855097455929-8662931861142665710?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/8662931861142665710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=8662931861142665710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/8662931861142665710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/8662931861142665710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/10/loving-you-was-my-favourite-mistake.html' title='loving you was my favourite mistake..'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SsYBnqA2j8I/AAAAAAAAAxs/Bs7fcCt79wA/s72-c/No_Valentines_Flowers,_Razor_Cutting_Blood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-7777834764892361410</id><published>2009-10-01T15:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:45:00.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really want you back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;longs for you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;soul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dies for u,&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;eyes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cry for you,&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;empty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;arms reach&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I keep thinking of you since the day we've talked. I know we've had our time together and it was over in the middle of march but I've realized that I still love you although 5 months already passed without you with me. I still have feelings for you.. and you don't know that. But I really want you to know that. Ahh, when are you going on msn?? I want you..I want you..I want you..whoa..being greedy there..hehe..but still, I WANT YOU! Idk why tho coz, I have this feeling that you still love me.. dammit! I'm a hopeless romantic person.. which is bad! Bad me! But..I'm with Vans..but..but..so many buts aye.. argh! I just want you back!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-7777834764892361410?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/7777834764892361410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=7777834764892361410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7777834764892361410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7777834764892361410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-really-want-you-back.html' title='I really want you back...'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-9018512733520930813</id><published>2009-09-25T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:55:56.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing piece of puzzle in my life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's been a while since I last blog... was too busy with college and stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;okay..my life so far..there are ups and downs as usual but mostly downs coz of that someone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;me and vans, we had a fight on sunday..which nearly ends our relationship but it didn't happen coz we love each other too much..and now, I'm disturbed coz the thought, "Do you really love me?" came to haunt me again. I don't know why tho coz I really feel like you don't love me anymore..or maybe you never really love me like you said you were.. Its really making me confuse when it comes to you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay..forget bout the down part..let's talk bout the up part..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well..yesterday, while I was facebooking and chatting on msn, suddenly someone I knew online and that someone is my ex, Eri. Believe it or not, I actually think that I was dreaming..I couldn't believe it! It was in March since we last talked and yesterday we both talk. She's still the same Eri, that I've loved before. Same craziness, same depression, same everything and I miss all that. To be honest, I still love her till now..maybe more than I love vans coz I was smiling like a mad man yesterday..smiling to myself.. it was funny and weird tho.. but seriously, I want to be with Eri again. But I don't know if she still feel the same way about me.. I miss the 5 months we had, the laughs, the jokes, everything.. texting everyday.. she texted me at 6.00am everyday..yep, I miss that all. She's the missing puzzle piece that has been missing from my life.. and I want that puzzle piece back... I'm not sure when she's going to be on msn tho but I hope that she will..and I can't bloody text her coz her parents took her phone..thats what she said.. I don't know! All I want is for her to know how I feel bout her.. that's all.. but from far what I see in her, she moved on...and I'm still stucked in the past...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-9018512733520930813?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/9018512733520930813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=9018512733520930813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/9018512733520930813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/9018512733520930813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/09/missing-piece-of-puzzle-in-my-life.html' title='missing piece of puzzle in my life..'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-1318274265079055240</id><published>2009-09-11T09:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T09:23:43.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a droob...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm a droob in believing that we're over..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but now I'm sure that we're staying with each other..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Forever and Always &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-1318274265079055240?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/1318274265079055240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=1318274265079055240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/1318274265079055240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/1318274265079055240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-droob.html' title='I&apos;m a droob...'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-7549984389068612186</id><published>2009-09-08T12:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T12:36:05.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thinking everything about you makes my heart bleed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't know if I should end it of not.. I don't know if I should be with you anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everything is becoming a blur now.. everything about us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;How can I love a person when the person does not even want to talk to me????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fuck all of this! I can't stand anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've been thinking a lot now..and its really tearing my heart apart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you're there and i'm here.. I just couldn't bear with the distance..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;we're falling apart each day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;even so, my feelings for you are still the same.. don't you understand that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm just a fool..a fool fell for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Leave me alone for now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*sadness mode*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-7549984389068612186?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/7549984389068612186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=7549984389068612186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7549984389068612186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7549984389068612186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/09/thinking-of.html' title='thinking of...'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-520304150326336295</id><published>2009-08-13T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:38:16.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today at Social Study class, I feel so bored..Idk why tho..coz this is the first time I feel bored in SS class..that's where my mood swings started to kicked in. Then came the "Thoughts" and something had crossed my mind..I really don't know what it is but that something really hurts me..a poem popped up in my mind..here it is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breathless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Walking this path leads to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;The skies growl above&lt;br /&gt;Thunders crashing there and here&lt;br /&gt;With the feeling of anger&lt;br /&gt;I looked down to the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking with my head down&lt;br /&gt;With a feeling of sadness in me&lt;br /&gt;I cursed this world for being so cruel&lt;br /&gt;So cruel that it hurts me inside&lt;br /&gt;I cursed, “Damn you!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked on the grey pavements&lt;br /&gt;With a face filled with sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Tears flooded my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Flowing down through my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Bloody tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped and stand on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Drowned in my own tears&lt;br /&gt;Gasping for air&lt;br /&gt;Feeling weak inside me&lt;br /&gt;Breathless&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/1010968855097455929-520304150326336295?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/520304150326336295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=520304150326336295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/520304150326336295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/520304150326336295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/08/breathless.html' title='Breathless'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-8055793215919150612</id><published>2009-08-06T18:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:32:33.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was sad but yet funny xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay..we were given a group task by our English Study lecturer. A task which requires us to tell a story based on the given sentence by her.The sentence was like this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"The sound of the door slamming..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then we have to continue it. So my groups members were myself, Candice, Eudora and Gracie. We sat together and try to came up with an interesting story. We thought of horror, thriller, comedy and romance. Which one do we choose? Read the story that I made and you'll know it. By the way, the story made my friends cry. I'm so proud that I made a boy cried with my story! A boy! He cried!!! Bahahahahahaahahahahaha.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Here's the story.. Title: I Love You, Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The sound of the door slamming makes my heart pounds so fast. I wonder who had slammed the door. The feeling of curiosity bloomed inside me. Suddenly I heard an unfamiliar voice calling me from downstairs. I felt the chills sent down to my spine. I wonder who that person could be. I was alone in my room and I’m scared if that person downstairs could be a burglar, rapist or even worse, a murderer. I’m beginning to imagine horrible things in my head. I felt the urge to go downstairs. I grabbed my baseball bat and slowly crept out from my bedroom door. I tip-toed to the stairs, slowly walking down step by step and finally, I’ve reached downstairs. I peeked through my kitchen then to my living room. It was weird because there is no one in any of those places and yet I’ve heard someone calling me. This situation is starting to scare me. I quickly ran up the stairs and walked to my room. While I was walking, Chase suddenly crossed my mind. In case you’re wondering who is Chase, he’s my boyfriend. We’ve been together for almost six years that is since we were sixteen years old in high school. I’ve reached my room. I turned the door knob slowly and what I saw in my room nearly give me a heart attack. There he is, standing in front of me, with his blue mesmerizing eyes and his angelic smile. We barely see each other because he lives in Australia to further his study there. And now, he is standing in front of me. Chase is standing in front of me. I could not believe my eyes. It’s like I’m in a dream and I need a good pinch on my arm to prove this is not a dream. I stared at him blankly. Suddenly I felt a soft pinch on my arm. It was Chase who pinched me.&lt;br /&gt;“What is that for?” I asked him.&lt;br /&gt;He smiled and said, “It looks like you couldn’t believe that I was standing in front of you so I gave you a soft pinch on your arm.”&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a grin.&lt;br /&gt;He stare at me with his beautiful eyes, “It’s been a while since we last seen each other. How are you my dear?”&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that his voice has changed. No wonder I couldn’t recognize his voice when he was calling me. I held his face with my hands and say, “I’m fine, thank you for asking.”&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed his hand and bring him to my bed. We both sat on my bed. We talked for hours. He said he missed me so much so he decided to go back to Sabah to meet me. I was flattered when he does that just to meet me. I gave him a hug and he smiled at me. He had a soft sweet smile that made my heart melts. Suddenly, there was a silent moment between us. He just stares at me. The expression on his face had changed. I saw sadness in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;“Is there something wrong dear?” I asked him with concern in my voice.&lt;br /&gt;He turned his face away from me. I was worried now. I gently held his face to face mine. To my shock, I saw tears in those beautiful eyes.&lt;br /&gt;“Chase, why are you crying?” He kept staring at me with those teary eyes. Our eyes met each other. Then suddenly he came nearer to me. I startled a bit. He asked me to close my eyes. I closed my eyes slowly. In few seconds, I felt his lips touches with mine. He kissed me passionately and I was drowning in it. His lips became more urgent, I felt the urge to go further but something stopped me from going forward.&lt;br /&gt;I pushed him slowly and said, “Maybe this is not the right time. I’m sorry.”&lt;br /&gt;He smiled and kissed me gently on my forehead. “Let’s go for a dinner. I’m hungry.”&lt;br /&gt;I nodded and he told me to get changed into a dress. I wonder where he would take me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;He went out from my room and he said that he will wait downstairs. He closed the door behind him. I walked to my closet and took out a black lavender dress that he gave me on my birthday two years ago. I matched the dress with my black stiletto heels. It took me about an hour to get myself done. I went downstairs and saw him waiting for me at my door with a bouquet of white and red roses. He had changed into his tuxedo and he looked amazingly handsome. As I walked down the stairs, he kept smiling at me.&lt;br /&gt;“How do you change so fast?” I asked him.&lt;br /&gt;He giggled, “There was an empty room near the bathroom so I changed there.”&lt;br /&gt;He handed me the bouquet and said, “You’re the most beautiful thing that had happen in my life and I’m glad that I’m in love with you.”&lt;br /&gt;I hugged him tightly.&lt;br /&gt;He walked me to his car. “Emily, before you go in, I need to blindfold you. I don’t want to spoil the surprise.” I nodded at him. He blindfolded me and he led me to sit at the passenger seat beside him. I felt the car was moving.&lt;br /&gt;“Where we are going for dinner?”&lt;br /&gt;“Just wait and see love.”&lt;br /&gt;After few minutes passed, the car stopped moving. He went out from the car and opened the door and held my hand. I felt the cooling breeze blowing through me and I heard waves crashing. I realized that we’re at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;“Come and follow me. Don’t worry, just hold my hand.”&lt;br /&gt;“But, where are we going?”&lt;br /&gt;“Just trust me, okay?”&lt;br /&gt;He held my hand and I followed him cautiously.&lt;br /&gt;“Watch your step.”&lt;br /&gt;After few seconds of walking, he unties the blindfold. The scene was beautiful. There was a table for both of us, with a candle in the middle. It was a candlelight dinner. He was so romantic.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him and said; “You do all of this just for me?”&lt;br /&gt;“For the girl I loved so much, I’m willing to do anything.”&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a kiss on his cheek. We both sat and the waiter served us dinner.&lt;br /&gt;It was a lovely evening because of the cooling breeze and the sound of the waves crashing to the shore. A violinist came and played a soft song.&lt;br /&gt;“Care to dance my love?”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not a good dancer, Chase. I think I’ll pass.”&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me with disapproving look, “Nonsense, I’ve seen you dance before and you were good at it.”&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t argue any further so I got up and danced with him. We both danced and danced till sunset. Suddenly, he stopped dancing. His face turned to a serious look.&lt;br /&gt;I asked him, “Chase, is there something wrong? You were also like this today in my room. Tell me what is wrong.”&lt;br /&gt;“There’s nothing wrong, Emily. It’s just....” He stopped for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;“What Chase? Tell me. You’re making me worried.”&lt;br /&gt;“Emily, you’re the girl I felt in love with. We were both young when we fell for each other. Throughout the years we’ve been through, our love grew stronger.”&lt;br /&gt;Then he reaches for something inside his pocket and he took out a small black box. He kneeled down in front of me. He opened the box and I saw a ring with a beautiful diamond on it. He gently grabs my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;“Emily, when I breathe, you’re the first thing that comes into my mind and to my heart. My heart beats only for you and without you it will stop. I want to spend my whole life with you and I promise that I will never stop loving you. Emily Robson, will you marry me?”&lt;br /&gt;I was touched. Tears of joy ran down from my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes! Yes! I will!” I yelled in a joyful voice.&lt;br /&gt;He stands up and he kissed me. My heart was beating fast. We decided to get marry after two days from the day he proposed to me. There are a lot of preparations to be made in two days. I told my parents about it and they both were happy for me especially my mum. She helped me with all the preparations including my wedding dress, wedding cakes and the venue. The two days passed very quickly. Finally, it’s our wedding day. I woke up with a smile on my face. My best friend, Ashley, was there to help me to dress up. When I put on my wedding dress and stand in front of the mirror, I was happy. I’m about to marry with the man I love more than anything in this world. As I was about to go downstairs, my phone rang. I picked up.&lt;br /&gt;“Good morning. Is this Emily?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, it’s Emily speaking. How may I help you sir?”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not allowed to tell you on the phone. It’s about Chase. I need you to come down to the hospital now. It’s urgent.”&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked, I ran out from the house door and into my car. Tears start to cover my eyes and I was praying hard that nothing bad will happen to Chase. I reached the hospital in wedding dress. I panicked, I ran here and there. A doctor came up to me and asked, “Are you Emily, Chase’s fiancée?&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, I am. What happened to Chase? We are getting married today.”&lt;br /&gt;He was silent for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;“Please, tell me. Is there something wrong?” I asked impatiently.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor finally spoke, “I’m sorry to tell you but Chase is gone.”&lt;br /&gt;I broke down in tears, “Why do you mean by he is gone?!”&lt;br /&gt;The doctor was shocked when I asked him that question. He looked at me, “He didn’t tell you that he has cancer? I’ve been treating him for about 3 years now.”&lt;br /&gt;I cried more, “No, he didn’t tell me that he had cancer. I guess he doesn’t want me to worry about him. But why the hell he didn’t tell me? Why you didn’t save him, doctor? Why?”&lt;br /&gt;The doctor puts his hand on my shoulder, “We’ve done everything we could but the tumours inside his lungs were too big and it can’t be saved.”&lt;br /&gt;I cried more and more. I felt like my whole life was falling apart. My heart was shattered into million pieces. Suddenly, a nurse came up to me and handed me a piece of paper. She said it was from him. He wrote it before he died. I opened the letter and read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Emily,&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry that I’ve been keeping this from you for the past three years. I don’t want you to worry about me. It tore my heart apart to see you sad. I’m sorry I have to leave you. My time is almost up. Please, be strong. I don’t want you to be sad. I will always be in your heart. Look out for the shiniest star at night. That star is me smiling down on you so you would not feel lonely. Here’s a poem that I made for you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my dear&lt;br /&gt;I shall make it clear&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure if you can see&lt;br /&gt;But you take the breath right out of me&lt;br /&gt;I may not be beside you everyday&lt;br /&gt;But my love for you will stay forever true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re like the moon in the starry night,&lt;br /&gt;You amongst the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Provide me light&lt;br /&gt;You shone my path&lt;br /&gt;That leads me to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the same thing&lt;br /&gt;Are meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Cause I believe in love&lt;br /&gt;And yours was meant for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is one with you,&lt;br /&gt;I wrote your name in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;And forever it will stay.&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Notes: Please, DON'T attempt to copy this story. I made it myself, it's my work. So, please..just read and tell me what do u think of it. Your reading will be most appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thanks =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;xoxo&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/1010968855097455929-8055793215919150612?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/8055793215919150612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=8055793215919150612' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/8055793215919150612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/8055793215919150612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-was-sad-but-yet-funny-xd.html' title='It was sad but yet funny xD'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-4058134472717774689</id><published>2009-08-01T06:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T06:59:50.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Friendship Day!! xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's 6.58 am now and I just want to say good morning and.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY!!!!  xD :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-4058134472717774689?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/4058134472717774689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=4058134472717774689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/4058134472717774689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/4058134472717774689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-friendship-day-xd.html' title='Happy Friendship Day!! xD'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-7747926462249932516</id><published>2009-07-30T17:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T17:24:32.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is it so hard to understand you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gosh, why is it so hard for me to understand of what you're going through now? When I asked you, you said that you don't know. It's like you're telling lies about your life. I've known you with lies alongside. I just want to know what is your problem so that I can help. I know you're wondering why do I cared you so much about you. You want the answers? First, you're my friend and as a friend, I don't want you to get hurt. Secondly, it would be such a waste for you to die at a young age. You would not experience life and thirdly, I have this feeling which makes me wouldn't stop caring about you. This feeling that turned into a love kind of feeling which I've kept it for quite sometime. I think our friendship is on the verge of breaking down which I can feel it will happen soon. I want to ask you this question. Am I a friend to you? i'm sure you will just answer yes but what does your heart truly say? That I want to know. I guess, I will leave it that way then.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-7747926462249932516?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/7747926462249932516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=7747926462249932516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7747926462249932516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7747926462249932516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-is-it-so-hard-to-understand-you.html' title='Why is it so hard to understand you?'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-6517218393741487</id><published>2009-07-27T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:06:00.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I so HATE today!!! &gt;:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heyy peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm blogging in my room..which is in IPGM Kampus Gaya. Glad they have wi-fi here but certain websites are blocked! Damn! Okay nuff said bout yadayada..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let's get straight to the point.. about what happened today during GERKO time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;VOLLEYBALL!!! Say hello to major pain! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm just gonna say once.. My hands are hurt!! They're bloody swollen!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's like purple and blue in color...pity me :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Someone! PLease...cure this bloody pain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Surely..tomorrow I can't write anything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-6517218393741487?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/6517218393741487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=6517218393741487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/6517218393741487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/6517218393741487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-so-hate-today.html' title='I so HATE today!!! &gt;:('/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-6925007570198898753</id><published>2009-07-19T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:47:36.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick with all of this!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heyy..it's been a while since I last update my blog. Its coz I'm busy with my orientation last week. No time for laptop or fun. Gosh, I'm hella tired. Well, the institute was okay.. But there's wi-fi in each room which is a PLUS for me. Tidak boring lah.. Not like in matrix, tamaha wi-fi..sheeshh... Well, I met new friends again! They're ok and very open-minded and I'm beginnning to like them. I'm staying with seniors..whoa, SENIORS! and i'm hella shy around them..I'm gettingg a feeling that my life there would be fun and stressful at the same time. Okay, nuff said bout college. What happen today was sickening me. Wait for the sickening part, on to the happy part first. Today, I bought a new shirt again. On the shirt it stated that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"SAME SHIT, DIFFERENT DAYS" and I'm in love with that shirt. It truly reflects how I feel each day. Okay, on to the sickening part..owh I so hate of what happen just now. How can you love someone when that someone cares more about his/her relationship with other person, meaning that his/her bff. Ugh, it's stressful. It makes you think that, if she/he loves you or their bff. I'm a bit jealous, yes..jealous. At least, I said it rather than keeping it. It also makes me think, is she/he cheating? I feel like I wanted to give up but I love Vans very much. I know, I'm in a long-distant relationship, but we trust and we loved each other so much. But the truth is, I can't stand it when Vans become sad or depressed. Its making me sad as well. I'M SICK WITH ALL OF THIS!! But I can't give up. Vans stopped being suicide coz of me. I'm confused and pretty much getting to my nerves. Ahhhhh! Idk what to do, seriously. But I don't want us to end. Sadness filled my whole body, with a feeling of anger and rage.. *looks away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-6925007570198898753?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/6925007570198898753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=6925007570198898753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/6925007570198898753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/6925007570198898753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-sick-with-all-of-this.html' title='I&apos;m sick with all of this!!'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-239754787715767657</id><published>2009-07-11T20:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:56:42.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well..that was pleasant..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today was.....AWESOME!! and pleasant..hehe.. My dad, me and elyn went to watch Drag Me To Hell at growball. That movie nearly gave me a heart attack. Seriously O.o but at the same time it was funny. You should have seen elyn just now. She borrowed my hoodie and guess what she do with it? She zipped it until it covers her face and the wore the hoodie throughout the movie. It was really funny if you saw her. Teehee! Damn, that movie gave me the chills..urgh! :P Screaming everywhere..heart pounding every scene..I have to close my eyes for goodness sake. Lol, I can't stand the excitement of the movie..hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now, i'm begging you please go to this site, Tun Dr.Mahathir's blog and VOTE whether you want teaching of Science and Maths in Bahasa Malaysia. PLEASE VOTE FOR NO! I'M BEGGING YOU! PLEASE! PLEASE! WE WANT TO GO FUTHER NOT BACKWARDS! Those who vote for "Yes", seriously..what a waste of good education towards our future, "Whackheads!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here's the link..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chedet.co.cc/chedetblog"&gt;http://chedet.co.cc/chedetblog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PLEASE..PLEASE!! VOTE FOR NO! THANK YOU =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-239754787715767657?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/239754787715767657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=239754787715767657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/239754787715767657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/239754787715767657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/07/wellthat-was-pleasant.html' title='well..that was pleasant..'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-1563330710675921769</id><published>2009-07-10T17:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:30:26.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday!! Woohoo xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Birthday to me! Teehee! I'm 18 years old! I'm old! Noooooooo!!! But I can finally go into clubs! Woohoo! Jugs..here I come! And I can mosh! Finally! Woooo! Moshing!! Hah! Like I ever been to gigs before :P owh well, I can mosh in my room while listening to BMTH.. So, today's my birthday..  First one to wish me was my mum while I was sleeping. She and Joanne went to KL today. Thanks guys for the wishes by texting me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My gratitude goes to these following people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lee Foon [first one to text me at 7.40pm]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Effie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Step&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Brenndan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A1T2 class [my classmates in matriks]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thanks guys for the wishes. But the most touching moment today is when my friend, Shazziey, called me [btw, she's my classmate in matriks A1T2] and my whole classmate was there..and they sang me a birthday song. I was so touched. My A1T2 are the best class ever! Aww..I miss them so much! I want to go back there! Huhuhu..but I can't. I want to be a teacher. And have you guys read the newspaper headlines yesterday? The government wants to teach Maths and Science in Bahasa Malaysia. I was both shocked and angry. Why would they revert back?! I don't agree with their decision. We are so going backwards. What happen if students went to other country to study? I mean, they learned Maths and Science in bahasa when their in school and what if they futher their studies in other country? They would learn all things in English. I'm a soon-to-be English teacher..well in 6 years..and I disagree with the government decision on this. My major is English and my minor is English Literature and MathScience. Ahhh..this is so not happening! Well..mind that for a while. Its my birthday and why should I be angry today anyway? Owh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Down there, are some pics of my classmates, A1T2..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlcR3CwlVCI/AAAAAAAAAv4/AS98fMmpnUU/s1600-h/DSC02797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356769919111615522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlcR3CwlVCI/AAAAAAAAAv4/AS98fMmpnUU/s320/DSC02797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;During KAKOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlcR22cTe8I/AAAAAAAAAvw/70xSo2Phzlc/s1600-h/03072009992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356769915805334466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlcR22cTe8I/AAAAAAAAAvw/70xSo2Phzlc/s320/03072009992.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;With Miss Masitah beside me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlcR2g3L3GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/uEKnpFzNhq0/s1600-h/03072009991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356769910012501090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlcR2g3L3GI/AAAAAAAAAvo/uEKnpFzNhq0/s320/03072009991.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;During my farewell party on Friday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I miss A1T2 so so much..heaps!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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/1010968855097455929-1563330710675921769?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/1563330710675921769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=1563330710675921769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/1563330710675921769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/1563330710675921769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday-woohoo-xd.html' title='Birthday!! Woohoo xD'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlcR3CwlVCI/AAAAAAAAAv4/AS98fMmpnUU/s72-c/DSC02797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-5843668880966379261</id><published>2009-07-08T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:47:21.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I despised this confused feelings in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heyy.. i'm lazy to update my blog everyday. So..umm, I'm updating it today xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Next week, i'll be leaving home again. Thank goodness, its nearer to home. Gosh, I hope the orientation is not bad as my lecturer said it was. Before that, Rest In Peace MJ! I will remember your moon-walk forever. So..i've been thinking alot these past few days. Actually, since last week. Let me ask you something. What is it feel like to have confused feelings in you towards two people? I'm having it now. I'm already madly deeply in love with this person..then there's this another person I met when I was in Labuan. First, it was just a crush then I'm beginning to develop feelings for that person. I mean, this person's smile..when you see it, it makes your heart sings..like when you're angry, if you see that person's smile, it will make you calm. Seriously, i'm not joking around. To add up, this person is always in my head. God..I feel so guilty now. I'm already taken and I love V. I can't like other people other than V. We've been together for like 11 months and one year together anniversary is just around the corner. Although we are far, I mean very far from each other, we'll never stop loving each other. We talked on msn, and I called 1 or 2 times a week. Ooookkaayyy..nuff said. About this person that I'm crushing on.. the eyes and the smile..wooed me. My friend advised me, not to fall for that person coz I'm already with V. Ahhhh! I'm seriously confused. I can't cheat. I love V very much. Argh! Mind me..idk where to express myself so I express it here.. neways, thanks for reading..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;xoxo&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/1010968855097455929-5843668880966379261?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/5843668880966379261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=5843668880966379261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/5843668880966379261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/5843668880966379261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-despised-this-confused-feelings-in-me.html' title='I despised this confused feelings in me'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-4036532952527959924</id><published>2009-07-06T09:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:13:51.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilet Buddies Moments!! [My last night..nooo!]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;As promised, here's the pics of us, The Toilet Buddies, on my last night staying at matriks. We took this pics using my webcam at 11.30pm which is the time for us to go to the toilet. But cbf :P its my last night. Hehe..I know you don't know what "cbf" means..but owh well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The members...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Me [Jaceyy] -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Eqah [mummy] -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Audrina [audy] -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Rose -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Nora -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Enjoy the pics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlFcXNdT5fI/AAAAAAAAAvI/9i7JJWL0c5o/s1600-h/Picture0173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355162985739576818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlFcXNdT5fI/AAAAAAAAAvI/9i7JJWL0c5o/s200/Picture0173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlFcKVhDtiI/AAAAAAAAAvA/ztwhEzFgg-0/s1600-h/Picture0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355162764564477474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlFcKVhDtiI/AAAAAAAAAvA/ztwhEzFgg-0/s200/Picture0169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlFcKOlsPWI/AAAAAAAAAu4/q7uCl72cnto/s1600-h/Picture0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355162762704862562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlFcKOlsPWI/AAAAAAAAAu4/q7uCl72cnto/s200/Picture0123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlFcJ3E6JUI/AAAAAAAAAuw/-Nx5KIlT89A/s1600-h/Picture0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355162756393346370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlFcJ3E6JUI/AAAAAAAAAuw/-Nx5KIlT89A/s200/Picture0113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlFcJnYXbzI/AAAAAAAAAuo/prHNBsyGbRM/s1600-h/Picture0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355162752179990322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlFcJnYXbzI/AAAAAAAAAuo/prHNBsyGbRM/s200/Picture0102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlFcJf90IUI/AAAAAAAAAug/ufpFb7BoWgo/s1600-h/Picture0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355162750189576514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlFcJf90IUI/AAAAAAAAAug/ufpFb7BoWgo/s200/Picture0097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlFbTMxIddI/AAAAAAAAAuY/zuqRRt_3y1I/s1600-h/Picture0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355161817323173330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlFbTMxIddI/AAAAAAAAAuY/zuqRRt_3y1I/s200/Picture0067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlFbS0ghwpI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/v2CCqJ4YQy4/s1600-h/Picture0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355161810811077266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlFbS0ghwpI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/v2CCqJ4YQy4/s200/Picture0061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlFbSnDqYHI/AAAAAAAAAuI/P3vWGVkOPOM/s1600-h/Picture0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355161807200346226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlFbSnDqYHI/AAAAAAAAAuI/P3vWGVkOPOM/s200/Picture0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlFbSf7yFAI/AAAAAAAAAuA/jOxcYVC9ztE/s1600-h/Picture0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355161805288248322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlFbSf7yFAI/AAAAAAAAAuA/jOxcYVC9ztE/s200/Picture0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlFbSDmEySI/AAAAAAAAAt4/VZDFK4KGYsc/s1600-h/Picture0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355161797681006882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlFbSDmEySI/AAAAAAAAAt4/VZDFK4KGYsc/s200/Picture0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-4036532952527959924?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/4036532952527959924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=4036532952527959924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/4036532952527959924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/4036532952527959924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/07/toilet-buddies-moments-my-last.html' title='Toilet Buddies Moments!! [My last night..nooo!]'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlFcXNdT5fI/AAAAAAAAAvI/9i7JJWL0c5o/s72-c/Picture0173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-8325418279257720736</id><published>2009-07-05T18:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:49:23.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell to KM-HELL..Greetings To MAKTAB GAYA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Heyy..i'm back peeps! Back in Penampang! I came home yesterday. I can't believe that I'm finally home! HOME! But, I missed my friends there. My roomies. I met so many friends from different places and they all are so nice and supportive. I don't know if I can find friends like that when I'm in maktab. Its coz, i'm the only one from smsm who got accepted there. And my lecturer said the orientation was one of the worse orientation of all maktabs. She said that because she studied there. Now, i'm scared. Gah! Gosh, I so miss my roomies.. Eqah whom I called mummy, Nora with her alarm that woke us up and Rose who likes to study. I also meet a friend in the toliet..LOL! Her name is Audrina, she's from Convent and we're on the same floor but different room. She lives just across my room and she's hella cute. LOL! She's my toilet buddy along with my roomies. We go to the toilet every night at 11.30pm. Seriously.. Later, I'll show you in my next post pictures of us on my last night staying at matriks. TOILET BUDDIES MOMENT!! Down there are the pics where I celebrate my birthday with them. It's early to celebrate coz my birthday is on the 10th July which is on friday. I wanted to celebrate with them coz I know I won't be with them on my birthday. So enjoy the pics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlCH2i99exI/AAAAAAAAAtw/LGbfVE3n9Hg/s1600-h/Picture0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354929328112892690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlCH2i99exI/AAAAAAAAAtw/LGbfVE3n9Hg/s200/Picture0172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me and Shar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlCH2UdV_sI/AAAAAAAAAto/6oZ85E7_RuM/s1600-h/Picture0167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354929324217990850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlCH2UdV_sI/AAAAAAAAAto/6oZ85E7_RuM/s200/Picture0167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ahhh...kiss me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlCH2Mu0hfI/AAAAAAAAAtg/RqkiExNdRbw/s1600-h/Picture0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354929322143811058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlCH2Mu0hfI/AAAAAAAAAtg/RqkiExNdRbw/s200/Picture0073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;My smsm peeps..5 years we've been classmates in smsm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Goofy faces :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlCH1y-F6wI/AAAAAAAAAtY/bwkioCGALko/s1600-h/Picture0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354929315228543746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlCH1y-F6wI/AAAAAAAAAtY/bwkioCGALko/s200/Picture0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Finally! A decent smile from them.. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlCGqFkk-oI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/0-qvxc29ctU/s1600-h/Picture0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354928014551743106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlCGqFkk-oI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/0-qvxc29ctU/s200/Picture0037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;My roomies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;From left: Eqah, Rose and Nora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlCGpzfdK6I/AAAAAAAAAtI/3aEII2b1M0U/s1600-h/Picture0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354928009698421666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlCGpzfdK6I/AAAAAAAAAtI/3aEII2b1M0U/s200/Picture0026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Woohoo! All in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;There's Audrina xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlCGpsacyFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/i01F_5fL87I/s1600-h/Picture0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354928007798376530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlCGpsacyFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/i01F_5fL87I/s200/Picture0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;aww..with the cute faces :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlCGpoNNbFI/AAAAAAAAAs4/NQb1O40KsPY/s1600-h/Picture0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354928006669102162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlCGpoNNbFI/AAAAAAAAAs4/NQb1O40KsPY/s200/Picture0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cheese!!! Hot smiles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlCGpe1xSuI/AAAAAAAAAsw/yhbJPR6HqHI/s1600-h/DSC02804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354928004154870498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlCGpe1xSuI/AAAAAAAAAsw/yhbJPR6HqHI/s200/DSC02804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;My Cake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Chocolate American Cake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yumm &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1010968855097455929-8325418279257720736?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/8325418279257720736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=8325418279257720736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/8325418279257720736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/8325418279257720736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/07/farewell-to-km-hellgreetings-to-maktab.html' title='Farewell to KM-HELL..Greetings To MAKTAB GAYA'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SlCH2i99exI/AAAAAAAAAtw/LGbfVE3n9Hg/s72-c/Picture0172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-8001212368706338871</id><published>2009-06-19T17:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T18:06:28.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home! LMAO! Only for 2 nights!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SjtiOOwvwmI/AAAAAAAAAsg/9_-Tn2Iq1dc/s1600-h/090619_155359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348976979052839522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SjtiOOwvwmI/AAAAAAAAAsg/9_-Tn2Iq1dc/s200/090619_155359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SjtiOM-W-jI/AAAAAAAAAsY/xYfm69FS0Z8/s1600-h/090619_155408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348976978573064754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SjtiOM-W-jI/AAAAAAAAAsY/xYfm69FS0Z8/s200/090619_155408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SjtiNn9Yw7I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/6_G_sD2BmDc/s1600-h/090619_155232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348976968636875698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SjtiNn9Yw7I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/6_G_sD2BmDc/s200/090619_155232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hey..hey.. I just got back from Labuan and now I'm at home. Home sweet home. I missed home..hOME! haha..so funny when me and my friends in the ferry. We were like laughing without reasons. HAHAHA! LMAO! We sempat lagi took some pics this. Banyak lagi bah in my phone but malas mau upload. Mel said don't kasi yang buruk-buruk punya. Hehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-8001212368706338871?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/8001212368706338871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=8001212368706338871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/8001212368706338871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/8001212368706338871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-sweet-home-lmao-only-for-2-nights.html' title='Home Sweet Home! LMAO! Only for 2 nights!'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SjtiOOwvwmI/AAAAAAAAAsg/9_-Tn2Iq1dc/s72-c/090619_155359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-7987193592495521612</id><published>2009-06-14T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:50:10.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thoughts...inner thoughts..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I woke up at dawn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Woke up with a long yawn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Staring at the ceiling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wishing that my life would end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why is this world so cruel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Filled with darkness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hatred,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pain and suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's tearing me apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's breaking me down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I felt the emptiness in me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Soulless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It makes me weak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The pain in my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Will never be mend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It will stay forever broken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Till the day I die.&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/1010968855097455929-7987193592495521612?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/7987193592495521612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=7987193592495521612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7987193592495521612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7987193592495521612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-thoughtsinner-thoughts.html' title='Just thoughts...inner thoughts..'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-1125785678205472535</id><published>2009-06-13T14:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:01:39.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrapped In Your Arms *Joanne you must read this*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm here..to stay..nothing can seperate us..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know..I'm okay..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You cradle me gently...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wrapped in your arms..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm home..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hey..hey.. damn, its been a while since I last update my blog. Well, it's not my fault coz of too many assignments. Noticed the lyrics above? What do you think about it? I think it's beautiful. The song is called "Wrapped In Your Arms" by Fireflight. So much had happened during college time. It has been a month for me in matriculation. A bloody month and yet I feel, its like years there. Another 11 months to go. Oooh jolly..can't wait..HAH! As if! I've been dying to get out from the cage. Seriously its tearing me apart. Owh well..life must go on. I haven't done my account, economy, maths and business management tutorial tho. Hehe..i'm lazy. Unlike all my roommates..they were like study and study and study..wow! Stress bah juga tengok dorang study. I'm at my aunt's house now..using her neighbour's wi-fi. Oooohh..i'm evil..mwahahahahaha! LOL! Yesterday was a sad moment for me. Coz, yesterday was perjumpaan mentor-menti and our activity was telling our story about the past, present and future life. The lecturer asked us to draw pictures bout it. So, my story begin like this. In my past life, I told them that I was an ex-smsm student..happy being with my friends and spm. I also told them that I cut myself and they were all shocked including the lecturer. Move on to the present life. I drew a house and a sad face. Which mean I'm homesick. Then I started to cry when I started to talk about my mum. I cried and cried..then most of my friends started to cry. The lecturer comforted me and ask me to calm down. Okay, nuff bout the sad part. Moving on to the future. Still crying, I told them what I want to do in my future. I said to them I want to study and get a well-paid job and with all the money I have, I told them I want to migrate to Australia, bring along my parents with me and take care of them. The funny part is, when I told them that I don't want to get marry. Lol, the all giggled including the lecturer. Yay! No more tears!! Hehe.. sempat juga bah mau buat lawak. And something makes me realize yesterday. All my friends in the same tutoran as me were all supportive like when the lecturer advised me not to cut myself again, they were all like.."We're here for you!"..Gosh..you don't know how flattered I am to have such friends like that. Okay..on wednesday..someone pisses me off! Its the bloody lecturer in Science Informatics. Damn, he...gah! I don't want to talk about it! I punched the bloody wall for that and now my right hand is still hurting. Also, I voluntered myself in English class to do the MUET speaking. Not only me but also my three other friends. I know..its going to be hella fun. Hehe...so, thats all from me today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Especially for Joanne, Jocelyn, Mum and Dad...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I missed you guys heaps and heaps! Yes, i'm homesick and I feel awful being away from home. I cried everytime I think of home. I missed using the wi-fi..I missed spunky..I missed everything. Sometimes, I feel weak witthout you all by my side. I feel like I can breakdown anytime. I almost quit that day. But something has stopped me from quitting. That something is you both, Mum and Dad. You've done so much for me and I know I must do something in return. I'm sorry for thinking about quitting. This one week, there are lots of tears coming out from my eyes..I'm sorry, I can't help but to cry and cry.. I Love you all so much..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;From Labuan with Love&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/1010968855097455929-1125785678205472535?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/1125785678205472535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=1125785678205472535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/1125785678205472535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/1125785678205472535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/06/wrapped-in-your-arms-joanne-you-must.html' title='Wrapped In Your Arms *Joanne you must read this*'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-2384575219479909213</id><published>2009-06-07T09:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T10:17:52.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from Labuan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Heyy..heyy..heyy..A greeting from me from McDonald Labuan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gosh, every week which is on sunday I go to McD just to use the eafin wi-fi. It's coz the wi-fi at college macam tu tai..adakah Windows Live Messenger and FS pun mau block. I was like whatafack?! I mean..i have to log in into MSn for goodness sake. My social life is ruin.. NOOOOO!!! I missed Vanessa so so much. I missed Tori so much. I missed all of them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I called Vanessa last night. You doon't how happy I am to hear her voice. I'm glad she's okay. When I was about to go, she cried because she don't want to go and wants to talk to me longer. Damn you time..hehe.. But my heart hurts knowing that she's crying. I mean, yeah I did cry last night while talking to her, its coz she wrote a poem for and she read it to me last night. The poem was beautiful, each word in each sentence and that made my eyes teary. The worst part is..I cried and she heard me crying. Gosh, i'm so emotional.. Damn hormones..stop invading my body! LOL! I'm here sitting with my friend using the wi-fi and i'm eating Sausage McMuffin! Yumm &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lol, i'm going mental if I stay longer at the college. But I seriously can't quit! I'm not a failure. Although I seriously truly despise hate the course, I can't quit. I promise myself and to mum that I will not quit although it will truly crush me.. *slowly looks down and cries softly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-2384575219479909213?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/2384575219479909213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=2384575219479909213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/2384575219479909213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/2384575219479909213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/06/greetings-from-labuan.html' title='Greetings from Labuan'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-2217329398767490450</id><published>2009-05-30T17:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T19:51:36.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life Of A Teenager in College</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Life Of A Teenage In College...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What is it feel like to be in college? Fun? Stressful? Freedom? Independent? Hard? Happy? Well, there are fun times..hard times..we learned to be independent. Make our own bed and breakfast. Wash our own clothes. When we're feeling down, our parents are not there to comfort you. Only their voices through the phone. When we cried, only our friends can be our comfort zone.It's so sad to think when you're here and you're far apart from your family. There's no one to make breakfast for you, you can't feel your comfortable bed, there's no one you can hug tightly. Its all through the phone. You can only hear their voices from your phone but you can't feel their hands. It makes you want to see them badly. Like me, I want to go home badly. And now I'm home but its just for a while. In 2 days, i'll be gone and back to the place where I'm supposed to be. Not to have fun but study. Study to gain knowlegde and bring home a successful person in the future. But why I get the feeling that I don't want to go back to the place? To tell you the truth, I'm weak. I can't find the strength in me. I don't want to quit. Quitting is for failures! And i'm not going to be one of them. I will stay and study there. Although its making me stressful..although the pain is eating me up..although its breaking me down..I promise myself that I will NOT quit!! I repeat, I will NOT QUIT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wanna know a thing or two perhaps the whole thing about my life at Matriculation College in Labuan? Here's the 411..Ready? Let's begin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Woke up at 5.50 am then straight to shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Make own breakfast [Milo and Bread sometimes Biscuits]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Dressed up [about 10 mins on hair]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Doing Revision for at least 30 mins [usually Business Management and Economy]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- 7.30pm..went downstairs..wait for friends then straight to class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Morning to Afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Tutorial and Kuliah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Break for I hour [Lunch at Hom Cafe]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Tutorial and Kuliah again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- 4pm..class ended..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Went to the cafe for a while then to my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Updating my "State of Union" in my laptop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Sleep [sometimes]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- 6.30pm..dinner at cafe with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Study and do my tutorial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Study the Muet [Eaffin HARD!!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Play game for a while in my laptop before bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- 11.30pm/12am went to bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Await for a new day to begin [New Day means New and More Torture]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;For me.. I hate Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. I seriously do! Ugh..too many homeworks that day. But I mostly hate Wednesday. Wanna know why? Coz I'm not fond of the teacher teaching us Sains Informatics! He's so sarcastic..and I'm hurted sometimes by his word..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Argh! Forget it! * Hatred in me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-2217329398767490450?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/2217329398767490450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=2217329398767490450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/2217329398767490450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/2217329398767490450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-of-teenager-in-college.html' title='The Life Of A Teenager in College'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-7110250118194991086</id><published>2009-05-30T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:48:57.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home!!! But only for 4 days..aww..dang it!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SiAQ9mZ4svI/AAAAAAAAAsI/FAKqtve8VtI/s1600-h/HOME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341287808528593650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SiAQ9mZ4svI/AAAAAAAAAsI/FAKqtve8VtI/s200/HOME.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Home! Home! Home! Home! Home! At last HOME!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm at home! I can't believe it! I'm at home! I missed home so much! I missed everyone heaps!! Today was funny tho. Me, Michelle, Lona and Effie rode the speed boat to Menumbok. Dammit! My ass hurts coz of the bumpy ride. We were all very nervous. Apa gia tidak, semua pun bawa beg besar! O.O Hehe..but owh well, I made it still in one piece. I can't believe that I'm in Penampang. Seems like it was just monday yesterday. Whoa..time passed by so fast. I'm getting old day by day. Omigosh! NO! Ain't gonna happen! *swearing and cursing* &lt;a href="mailto:#@*&amp;amp;%"&gt;#@*&amp;amp;%&lt;/a&gt;!!!! Whoopss...hehe..my bad. Mind my rudeness. Well, its my nature to swear and curse. Hehe..can't help it. LOL! I'll be going back to hell on monday tho. Yay, can't wait! Duh! Hell no! Kalau bleh ni, tidak mau balik. Hehe.. Gosh, there's so many assingment to do and some lecturers wants them next week. Talking about not being understanding. Sheesshh..dammit, give us time would ya?! I'm going to sleep for the whole day tomorrow. I'm tired. Seriously! Everyday slept at 12 am. Siapa tahan?! Penat bah.. T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*cries*&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/1010968855097455929-7110250118194991086?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/7110250118194991086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=7110250118194991086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7110250118194991086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7110250118194991086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/05/home-but-only-for-4-daysawwdang-it.html' title='Home!!! But only for 4 days..aww..dang it!!!'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SiAQ9mZ4svI/AAAAAAAAAsI/FAKqtve8VtI/s72-c/HOME.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-1838829459600018424</id><published>2009-05-23T13:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:16:37.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey..hey..hey..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SheU-ypWB4I/AAAAAAAAAsA/Jqxxk1v4158/s1600-h/Picture0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338899689738995586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SheU-ypWB4I/AAAAAAAAAsA/Jqxxk1v4158/s200/Picture0026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SheUxh8MY0I/AAAAAAAAAr4/iVxihrJS0Yc/s1600-h/Picture0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338899461916353346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SheUxh8MY0I/AAAAAAAAAr4/iVxihrJS0Yc/s200/Picture0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SheUxqwgcCI/AAAAAAAAArw/NIOYVfDZyfg/s1600-h/Picture0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338899464283254818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SheUxqwgcCI/AAAAAAAAArw/NIOYVfDZyfg/s200/Picture0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SheUxZ48WaI/AAAAAAAAAro/Rs2802EHtJ8/s1600-h/Picture0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338899459755235746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SheUxZ48WaI/AAAAAAAAAro/Rs2802EHtJ8/s200/Picture0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SheS_dRfEjI/AAAAAAAAArg/NEIQ4J9a-N4/s1600-h/DSC02623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338897502158393906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SheS_dRfEjI/AAAAAAAAArg/NEIQ4J9a-N4/s200/DSC02623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SheS_PrjUJI/AAAAAAAAArY/ekOLyYUD5Ww/s1600-h/DSC02622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338897498509627538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SheS_PrjUJI/AAAAAAAAArY/ekOLyYUD5Ww/s200/DSC02622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SheS-2eglPI/AAAAAAAAArQ/pBtmfTB0dkI/s1600-h/DSC02624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338897491744036082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SheS-2eglPI/AAAAAAAAArQ/pBtmfTB0dkI/s200/DSC02624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SheS-_zxlBI/AAAAAAAAArI/2lkcig-1RTg/s1600-h/DSC02625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338897494249149458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SheS-_zxlBI/AAAAAAAAArI/2lkcig-1RTg/s200/DSC02625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SheS-Z0Vt7I/AAAAAAAAArA/7MhkQXSKaIs/s1600-h/DSC02620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338897484050970546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SheS-Z0Vt7I/AAAAAAAAArA/7MhkQXSKaIs/s200/DSC02620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Greetings to the people in blogging industry. I'm out from the cage of hell. LMAO! I'm at my aunt's house now. There's a wi-fi connection here. Lol, I don't know who's wi-fi. Hehe.. So..the first week of class in college..was a pain in the ass!! It's the first week for goodness sake and the lecturers gave us tones of homework!! Gah! Dammit, I can't cope with all of that. Maths..Account..Business Management..Economy..Kemahiran Dinamika..English..ugh.. Haha..i've been chosen to join the ICT 4 Me club but I turned them down. The lecturer said he wants to changed me into a college's journalist. Like what?! Moi? LOL! The first meeting was already a pain for me. He said to me..if I want to become a journalist, I must have the skill th handle the SLR. Haha...funny..so we were given SLR each..not given just borrowing..lol.. Mine was D60. The lecturer taught me on how to take pictures beautifully. One sentence I remembered he said, "Kalau mau ambil gambar, make sure background dia clean." I was like..oookkkaaayyyy.. Haha but ada juga lah gambar sa kena puji. So, I've heard many stories bout the college. Ugh..scary! O.O like the one I heard what they saw in the girl's toilet in Block A and D. Cilaka! Sa takut sdah. Buduh! Like last night me and my two roomates went to toilet together coz semua pun penakut! Hehe..funny..so cool..we bond..get to know each other..watching movies on my laptop. Hehe..gah..can't wait to go home to Sabah. Miss my dog very much. LMAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-1838829459600018424?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/1838829459600018424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=1838829459600018424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/1838829459600018424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/1838829459600018424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/05/heyheyhey.html' title='Hey..hey..hey..'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SheU-ypWB4I/AAAAAAAAAsA/Jqxxk1v4158/s72-c/Picture0026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-5462496997925844372</id><published>2009-05-16T17:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:49:31.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Matriculation with Pain and Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/Sg6ZlSLBjiI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Dav4XBvAMwQ/s1600-h/DSC02601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336371474292903458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/Sg6ZlSLBjiI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Dav4XBvAMwQ/s200/DSC02601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/Sg6ZlNpDhJI/AAAAAAAAAqw/VlwbGNSvups/s1600-h/DSC02601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336371473076683922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/Sg6ZlNpDhJI/AAAAAAAAAqw/VlwbGNSvups/s200/DSC02601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/Sg6ZlFZ_yeI/AAAAAAAAAqo/t4jGvuRDchI/s1600-h/DSC02597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336371470866041314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/Sg6ZlFZ_yeI/AAAAAAAAAqo/t4jGvuRDchI/s200/DSC02597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/Sg6ZlPk2ceI/AAAAAAAAAqg/tKlS45E20v0/s1600-h/DSC02600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336371473595920866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/Sg6ZlPk2ceI/AAAAAAAAAqg/tKlS45E20v0/s200/DSC02600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/Sg6Zkw8viZI/AAAAAAAAAqY/XcHqrO4FdOI/s1600-h/DSC02582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336371465374632338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/Sg6Zkw8viZI/AAAAAAAAAqY/XcHqrO4FdOI/s200/DSC02582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hello..hello..hello...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;At last..after 5 days of pure torture..the hellish orientation has ended!! Woop woop!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gosh..the faci was sooooooooo MEANNNNNN!! Everyday kena DENDA!! TEDA KERJA LAIN KA DORANG??!!! SHEESSHHH...Thank God that you all are gone..hehe..so next week, our class will begin..say hello to torture number two. Before that, let me tell you what happened during the past 5 days.... First day of orientation..at night..we were called to go to the hall.. well, I thought the hall was big enough for all of us. But guess what? It wasn't!!! grrrr......!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The faci told us to compressed! Gah! It was pact! No room to breath...the lectures says that this year is a record coz many students fainted..wow! Everyday we got punished. The worst day ever is on Wednesday coz we were forced to do "Ketuk Ketampi" for 70 times!!! My legs are in pain!! Jalan pun tidak tentu. Hantu btul!! And and and...there's no water yesterday..wednesday..and tuesday! Fuyoohhhh!! I was smelly! LOL! Owh well...can't write to long.. At McD now..hehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;p/s: From Labuan Matriculation College with Love, Sadness and Pain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Missed you all heaps!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-5462496997925844372?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/5462496997925844372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=5462496997925844372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/5462496997925844372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/5462496997925844372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/05/from-matriculation-with-pain-and-love.html' title='From Matriculation with Pain and Love'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/Sg6ZlSLBjiI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Dav4XBvAMwQ/s72-c/DSC02601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-8037512797333853737</id><published>2009-05-08T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:05:00.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last post before I go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SgRHtGbmzKI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/rEGQJQTFnFk/s1600-h/puzzle0025.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SgRHtILOgSI/AAAAAAAAAqI/fDIpqtSOlQs/s1600-h/bye1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333466699327766818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 30px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SgRHtILOgSI/AAAAAAAAAqI/fDIpqtSOlQs/s200/bye1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's 10.55pm and i've got about 6 hours left in this house. I'm done with the packing. Emotion of sadness fills my whole body. I will treasured this moment. Next week, I will woke up to a different room with different wall colour. Talked with V today..V wrote a poem for me and it made me cry. Tears start flowing down coz all the words in every sentences, goes deep into my heart. It's so emotional. We talked only for a while today and its sad. We both cried. I will call V tomorrow tho. We went dinner tonight that's why I can't talk with V longer. The best thing about tonight is, my dad bought me Twilight which means i've completed my collection of Twilight Saga [Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse and Breaking Dawn]. I've finished reading it all. So..imma go to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Goodbye for now....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-8037512797333853737?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/8037512797333853737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=8037512797333853737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/8037512797333853737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/8037512797333853737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-post-before-i-go.html' title='Last post before I go.'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SgRHtILOgSI/AAAAAAAAAqI/fDIpqtSOlQs/s72-c/bye1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-7488653281176132532</id><published>2009-05-07T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T16:32:27.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>News Flash!! -EVERYTHING THAT YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT ME-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So..today is the day. My last day staying home. My last day staying in Sabah and next week i'll be staying in my college. New Bed..new roommates..new environment. As promised, I'll tell you a thing or two about me. Well maybe a lil bit of secret. Just maybe. Don't get to excited. Seriously..don't. First, I'm just gonna say, I'm not cute or adorable. Hey, nobody is perfect in this world right? For me, everyone has their own inner beauty. For me, everybody is beautiful, cute and adorable. The word "Hot" or "Sexy" doesn't explains the beauty of a person. Use proper word such as "Beautiful" or "Handsome" coz it's more honest. Okay, nuff saying. Shall I begin, your Highness? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Age: 17 years and 10 months. [18 on the 10th July]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hobbies: Cooking..Reading..I totally love reading especially books about friendships, life, romance and TWILIGHT SAGA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Horoscope sign: Cancer [I'm a CRAB! teehee xD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Blood Type: B+ [Anyone needs blood the same as mine?? :) ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fav. Music: Anything that is related to metal/deathcore and post-hardcore songs such as ESCAPE THE FATE, THY ART IS MURDER, SUICIDE SILENCE, BLESS THE FALL, THREE FACES WEST, FROM FIRST TO LAST, UNDEROATH, A DAY TO REMEMBER, A SKYLIT DRIVE, BRING ME THE HORIZON, BULLET FOR MY VALENTINE and also I like listening to Yiruma's song..he's an awesome pianist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;What I like to do in my free time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Poems..I love poems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Listening to music. [mostly metal and my sister hates my music..lol..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Staring at the wall for no reason. [i'm weird]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;- Talking to my dog. [wished they could talk back so I won't feel lonely]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;- MSN [i'm always on but not when in college]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Things that I love!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- My Laptop and my phone [my life is in this thing..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Books! [we can gain more knowledge by reading it]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Friends! [can't live without em']&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Texting is FUN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;- I'm obsessed with Gummy Bears! [i have the gummy bear song in my phone :P]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Things that I hate!! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Pretend friendship! [major heartbroken]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Backstabbers! [will never forgive if you're one of them]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- People who stereotyped other people [Gosh! They need to realize that people are different and learn to accept them for who they are..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- People who insult/hurt the ones that I loved the most especially my family, my friends, that special someone.. [i'll make you regret if you hurt them]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Things that I wanted the most:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Blackberry Smartphone or IPhone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;- All expenses paid to Australia to meet that someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;- To be successful in my studies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;- To make my parents proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;- To live a happy and wonderful life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think this are the secrets...maybe..owh I don't know..just read, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- I'm a BI. Shocked? Nah, i'm sure you're not. Yes, I like both genders. I don't care what you think of me because for me, everyone deserved to be loved. So what if I like girls and boys? There's nothing wrong with that. Right? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Gays are the most awesome people in this world. Because for me, they understands how people feel and boy they can make people happy. This also goes to all unstraight people in this world..I salute you all!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- I'm scared to be alone. I'm scared of loneliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- I cut myself. There are scars on my left wrist but some of it already healed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- I'm afraid of ghosts and monsters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- I hate/afraid of roaches..they're icky!! :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- I have a very low self-esteem..I get shy easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This pictures below shows you pictures of me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SgLm37wUJeI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vjY8zh3lAew/s1600-h/DSC02433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333078757367621090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SgLm37wUJeI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vjY8zh3lAew/s200/DSC02433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SgLm3u5CgtI/AAAAAAAAAp4/wBmAw6rGcb0/s1600-h/DSC02224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333078753914553042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SgLm3u5CgtI/AAAAAAAAAp4/wBmAw6rGcb0/s200/DSC02224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;P/S: Hate me if you want after reading this post. But please, don't. Because I done nothing wrong to you so there's no reason for you to hate me right? I don't care what you think of me after reading it all. Yes, I'm weird. I know. Insult me all you want. Thanks for the insult anyway. I'm grateful. Thanks for reading my blog. Don't forget to leave some hello[if you're friendly] or some shit[if you're an arse] in my chatbox. Goodbye for now. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-7488653281176132532?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/7488653281176132532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=7488653281176132532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7488653281176132532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7488653281176132532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/05/news-flash-everything-that-you-need-to.html' title='News Flash!! -EVERYTHING THAT YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT ME-'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SgLm37wUJeI/AAAAAAAAAqA/vjY8zh3lAew/s72-c/DSC02433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-2664997688026201624</id><published>2009-05-06T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:37:49.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocked :O Sad :( and its soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;okay..okay..I know.. you're sad about it too... Talked with T today.. also from Aus, just so you know. I've known her for about 6 months. Whoa, I have many Australians in my msn's friends list. Melbourne, Brisbane, Sydney and Perth. Nuff saying. So, I talked with T today. As usual...sadness.. She said to me that, she thinks she's going die without me. Shocker?! Yes, me! I'm shocked! I asked her why and she says that, she can't live without me and because she needs me. Again, shocker! Then we started talking and talking..and me trying to calm her down and trying to convince her that everything will be okay. But no..she said its not going to be okay without you. She also said that she don't want me to go. But what can I do? Its my only chance to pursue my study. Please..understand that. I'm not going for forever. We can talk on weekends and i'll be going home on Kaamatan. I promise myself that I must talk you to on your birthday, which is on the 31st May. That's why I must go home. The most shocking thing..that I asked her this question.."Am I everything to you?" Then she answered.."Everything that I would ever get" what a...SHOCKER!! But why me? Why me? We live far away from each other and yet why do you want to be with me? Seems like we're getting close with each other. 2 days left..2 days.. and this sadness in me are eating me inside.. I want to make this 2 days the most precious day for my V and also for you, T. Would it be weird to be in love with two person? Nah, that's not possible tho. My heart is with V and I'm happy with it. My last day which is on Friday, I'll be posting about all about me for you to go deep inside me and see what kind of person I am. I'll be telling you all about me from A to Z and from first phase to last phase. Wait for Friday. The truth will be revealed. Well..not all. Teehee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-2664997688026201624?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/2664997688026201624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=2664997688026201624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/2664997688026201624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/2664997688026201624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/05/shocked-o-sad-and-its-soon.html' title='Shocked :O Sad :( and its soon...'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-8204855279208910625</id><published>2009-05-06T10:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:56:07.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days? 2 days to be exact...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SgD8BtSHjlI/AAAAAAAAApw/1UU83hiU7hQ/s1600-h/shrapielovee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332539065072324178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SgD8BtSHjlI/AAAAAAAAApw/1UU83hiU7hQ/s200/shrapielovee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SgD74Y-VNBI/AAAAAAAAApo/CGx4kV3vXBg/s1600-h/i_miss_you_-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332538905001800722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SgD74Y-VNBI/AAAAAAAAApo/CGx4kV3vXBg/s200/i_miss_you_-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can't bear to live knowing that you're sad about me leaving soon. We talked yesterday..I can feel your sadness. When you asked me how i'm doing, I replied to you that I'm ok. But deep in my heart, I'm sad. I just don't want you to know coz I don't want you to be sad. I only told your sis that I'm sad. Seriously!! I'm freakin sad. Ugh! It's 2 days left. How am I gonna make this 2 days the most precious day of our lifes? Gah..i'm stressing out. I Love You so much..you're my all..my everything.. If I lose you then I'm lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;J Hearts V forever and always &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-8204855279208910625?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/8204855279208910625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=8204855279208910625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/8204855279208910625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/8204855279208910625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-days-2-days-to-be-exact.html' title='3 days? 2 days to be exact...'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SgD8BtSHjlI/AAAAAAAAApw/1UU83hiU7hQ/s72-c/shrapielovee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-8843590011252011280</id><published>2009-05-05T10:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:08:18.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just got back from the interview! [well..that went okay..]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*Lets out a big sigh as a sign of stress relieve....fuuuuuuyyyyyyyoooooooo...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, the interview went well..i guess..I met new friends and I met my old primary friend. She remembered me and I don't remember her. What kind of a friend am I?! Lol..it was like 10 years ago. Okay, bout the interview. Hmm..scary at first but the rest was okay. The interviewers was not mean and snobbish like some people say. They were nice and I was like smiling during the interview. It was funny tho. Now, I got nothing to worry about. Yay moi! Mwahahahahaha &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Evil laugh...me evil...yeah..haha..was just kidding bout that. Lol, there's so much to do..actually none but for me..there's still some things to prepare for matrix. So, till then. Teehee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-8843590011252011280?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/8843590011252011280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=8843590011252011280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/8843590011252011280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/8843590011252011280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-got-back-from-interview-wellthat.html' title='just got back from the interview! [well..that went okay..]'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-890167742584580746</id><published>2009-05-04T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:50:32.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting ready for the interview tomorrow..ooohh nervous..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm done with the essays. All 6 essays. *Claps for me* and now I have to revised about Swine Flu and the current issues happening surrounding us. I'm so nervous for the interview tomorrow. I'm shaking from top to bottom. Seriously, it's no joke. Does it looked like I'm joking?! *Lets out a BIG sigh...phew..* It's like 11 hours to go till the interview. Wish me luck guys and girls xD hope the interviewer won't be the mean and snobbish one. Oooohh..i'm terribly afraid of that kind. Excuse me for using such horrible grammar. I'm not that good in speaking nor writing in english though. Tomorrow, there also will be a 30 minutes test which is annoying coz it will be testing you if you have the skills and personality to be a teacher. Well duh..umm..lol, i don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quote for today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Although I'm weak in the outside..but in the inside I'm stronger than the mountains. I will soar high and you will see my inner strength that will make you regret for what you have saw me in the outside"&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/1010968855097455929-890167742584580746?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/890167742584580746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=890167742584580746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/890167742584580746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/890167742584580746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/05/getting-ready-for-interview.html' title='getting ready for the interview tomorrow..ooohh nervous..'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-5675812571930807474</id><published>2009-05-03T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:56:21.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just realized something and it's sad :[</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Gosh, I just woke up..yeah JUST woke up.. I'm asleep a while ago coz I was too stressed out to think. Been sleeping for 2 hours. Wow, that gave me a bloody headache. Ouch! When I woke up, I realized something that made me sad. I realized that, today it's my last Sunday staying in my home and next sunday, I will be at Matriculation. Yeah..my last sunday today.. Ugh..ugh..ugh..gah! Sad... Next Week will be a new environment for me.. New room, new people..new atmosphere..everything is going to be new.. I hope I can settle it very fast or i'll be homesick for the rest of the semester. It's only a year right? No biggie.. *hearts beating fast* oooohhhh..*moments of silence*.......whoosshhh..I'm DONE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-5675812571930807474?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/5675812571930807474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=5675812571930807474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/5675812571930807474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/5675812571930807474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-just-realized-something-and-its-sad.html' title='I just realized something and it&apos;s sad :['/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-4933878349196946798</id><published>2009-05-03T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T13:51:04.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stressed out and drowning in it!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/Sf0ws7kHSnI/AAAAAAAAApY/eqqsVoKgXZ8/s1600-h/tgif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331471082338077298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/Sf0ws7kHSnI/AAAAAAAAApY/eqqsVoKgXZ8/s200/tgif.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gah!! I'm really stressed out about the interview for perguruan thingy. What is the difference between PROFESSION and BIDANG???? Anyone could help me with that? If you can, you're a life saver. I just found out that I have to write 6 essays instead of 3!! Omg! Omg! OMFG!! The interview is sooo near..*cries alone* and I heard the interviewer is a very serious person. Gosh..i'm so scared. I'm going to breakdown..*Cries louder* I'm drowning in my own tears...drowning..cries for help..drowning.......................&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/1010968855097455929-4933878349196946798?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/4933878349196946798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=4933878349196946798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/4933878349196946798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/4933878349196946798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/05/stressed-out-and-drowning-in-it.html' title='stressed out and drowning in it!!!'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/Sf0ws7kHSnI/AAAAAAAAApY/eqqsVoKgXZ8/s72-c/tgif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-3932582587442323999</id><published>2009-05-02T17:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:21:06.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soon...2 days till interview for perguruan..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Hey"...my favourite saying when i'm talking with vans..ugh, didn't talk with vans a.k.a dear today. Well, today was frustrating coz the clinic that I went to check my blood group, tersalah this. Bukan blood group yang dorang pigi check. Sheeshh..so, went back there to take my blood sample again. Well, as usual no pain. I like it, lol. *Took a deep breath..then sigh* Idk, is it 7 or 6 days to go? Gosh, I suck at counting days... Time passed by so fast. Yesterday my friend said check the IPTA result coz its already out. So, I went to check mine and guess what? I GOT ACCEPTED to UiTM for Diploma in Hotel Management. Some of my friends didn't get through tho. Whoa..so many to choose. And this Tuesday which is on the 5th May 2009, I have to go for another interview at Maktab Perguruan Gaya. Gah..still haven't done with the essays that I'm supposed to do for the interview. I haven't read bout the current issues which will also be asked during the interview. All I know is about the SWINE FLU. I'm still studying bout it. Lol, i'm blurred bout it. I know it started in Mexico and its going to Phase 5 which means Pandemic and that is in a dangerous level. Hope Malaysia won't get it. So, people..travel less..means less money spent..less outbreak and less death. Omg..i'm stressed out bout this college thingy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. Matriculation in Labuan [I'll be going on the 10th May for registration]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Maktab Perguruan Gaya [interview and hopefully I will get chosen]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. Adventist College of Nursing in Penang [waiting for the result and still thinking bout it]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. Diploma in Hotel Management at UiTM [not sure but interested in that course]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gosh..gosh..what should I do?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-3932582587442323999?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/3932582587442323999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=3932582587442323999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/3932582587442323999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/3932582587442323999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/05/soon2-days-till-interview-for-perguruan.html' title='soon...2 days till interview for perguruan..'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-1372135353064905578</id><published>2009-05-02T11:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T11:40:44.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madina Lake [wow!]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SfvAKd_6jII/AAAAAAAAApQ/FD_5bvBl-LQ/s1600-h/madina_lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331065870007045250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SfvAKd_6jII/AAAAAAAAApQ/FD_5bvBl-LQ/s200/madina_lake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just found out this band from myyearbook, Madina Lake. I look up for this band on youtube for their song "One Last Kiss" and I was like "whoa! awesome xD" No, there's no screamo in this music, so yeah I'm sure for all you screamo hater would love this music. Blah to you screamo/metalcore hater. LOL! And for those out who listens to rap..Boo to you! Hehe..so here's the link to the vid..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DIxGmhoopvs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DIxGmhoopvs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-1372135353064905578?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/1372135353064905578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=1372135353064905578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/1372135353064905578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/1372135353064905578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/05/madina-lake-wow.html' title='Madina Lake [wow!]'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SfvAKd_6jII/AAAAAAAAApQ/FD_5bvBl-LQ/s72-c/madina_lake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-7513198789621467877</id><published>2009-05-01T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T19:19:57.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 days to go *sniffs*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SfrSf64IZZI/AAAAAAAAApI/5qD4aMMuLpQ/s1600-h/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330804554768868754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SfrSf64IZZI/AAAAAAAAApI/5qD4aMMuLpQ/s200/sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SfrSfxH7JBI/AAAAAAAAApA/RgZqAlbS5so/s1600-h/sad_face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330804552150754322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SfrSfxH7JBI/AAAAAAAAApA/RgZqAlbS5so/s200/sad_face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Awwwwwwww......i'm soooooo eafin' friggin freakin SAD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its..its...its.. 8 DAYS to go.. 8 DAYS to go till the last day i'll be a sabahan. No matter, although I'm in Labuan, i'm always a Sabahan at heart. Yay me! But i'm still sad..sad..sad..SAD!! How can I overcome my sadness? Everytime I think bout me leaving, tears started to shed. I don't know how much tears i've shed since last week. Sorry you have to know all that. But I must let it out or else i'll be drowning in it. Here's a qoute for today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Though I'll be apart from you, I shall return soon with gifts that'll bring you joy, happiness, love and friendship. As much as I hate to go, I must leave you but know that someday I will return. With a heavy heart..with a crooked smile and with big dreams of becoming a useful person someday..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This sad feeling in my heart...i'm sure it will fade away soon.. And I know you're[V] too sad..we talked today and you said that you're still sad and kept thinking bout it. Please, don't let it affect your studies. I love you so much and you know it. More than anything..forever and always. I know we won't be talking often but at least I can call you. I don't care how much it will costs me, talking to you makes me happy. Dammit, why owh why..Australia and Sabah must be so so far???!!! Arghh.. One thing for sure, I won't give up on you. Never! You've stolen my heart and i've stolen yours. Wow, we've commited the perfect crime. Awesome xD&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/1010968855097455929-7513198789621467877?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/7513198789621467877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=7513198789621467877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7513198789621467877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7513198789621467877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/05/8-days-to-go-sniffs.html' title='8 days to go *sniffs*'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SfrSf64IZZI/AAAAAAAAApI/5qD4aMMuLpQ/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-2212926980009613504</id><published>2009-04-30T16:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T17:26:00.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling for your bestfriend? Okay or a MAJOR No No?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SfluF3SoUDI/AAAAAAAAAo4/V8LSr-6kwLs/s1600-h/pic84.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330412680990183474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SfluF3SoUDI/AAAAAAAAAo4/V8LSr-6kwLs/s200/pic84.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay..here's the topic today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falling In Love with your BESTFRIEND???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it okay or a MAJOR No No??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm just asking for your opinion tho. This has nothing to do with me or anybody. Well..there's a little bit of me [KIDDING!] but seriously..I just want your opinion. Okay, here's a friend of mine, who got this friend, who knew this other friend, who knew this other other friend...owh what hell?! Straight to the point!! Okay..okay.. Lets just say, this person knew this guy for like 5 years..they met since they were 8th grade. And they became close friends until 12th grade. Being classmates together for 5 years and she developed feelings for him. She never told him about her feelings towards him until they both were in the 10th grade. Guess what? What a MAJOR BLOODY REJECTION!! Feel sorry for her tho. But the amazing part is, they're still friends tho. More closer than ever. She sat next to him in class when they were in 11th grade. That make her happy. And yes, her feelings for him never fade away. As much as it hurts her seeing him liking someone else, but she never gave up on loving him. Talking about a ONE-SIDED LOVE. Major heartbroken for her. When they graduated, they both took pictures together..what a happy moment for her as well for him. Months have passed after the graduation, yet she still have feelings for him. What did she do? She waited and waited and waited..sad, init? How do I know this story? It had occured to a friend of mine. Owh well, since you finished reading it, what's your opinion?&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/1010968855097455929-2212926980009613504?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/2212926980009613504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=2212926980009613504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/2212926980009613504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/2212926980009613504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/falling-for-your-bestfriend-okay-or.html' title='Falling for your bestfriend? Okay or a MAJOR No No?'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SfluF3SoUDI/AAAAAAAAAo4/V8LSr-6kwLs/s72-c/pic84.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-8409318455434374137</id><published>2009-04-29T16:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T16:39:27.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dating your Ex's BFF..right or wrong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SfgRinSIXfI/AAAAAAAAAow/FotC51A7OdI/s1600-h/love-sick1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330029445351235058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SfgRinSIXfI/AAAAAAAAAow/FotC51A7OdI/s200/love-sick1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SfgRimaAXdI/AAAAAAAAAoo/0Hoa0H7XKCg/s1600-h/love-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330029445115829714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SfgRimaAXdI/AAAAAAAAAoo/0Hoa0H7XKCg/s200/love-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SfgRiVqCsCI/AAAAAAAAAog/ql4G-j3j7Ss/s1600-h/Love.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330029440619687970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SfgRiVqCsCI/AAAAAAAAAog/ql4G-j3j7Ss/s200/Love.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hey..umm..is dating your ex's bff right or wrong? I mean, we're not together anymore right..so, dating her/his bff is okay right? I mean what if, when you're with your ex, his/her bff likes you too and she/he's afraid to tell you that he/she likes coz he/she doesn't want to ruin your relationship. Wow, a true friend indeed. And when you broke up, his/her bff knows and he/she wants to be with you. Its a hard decision to make. Think wisely..is it right or wrong for you to date your ex's bff? Lol, I don't have the answer to this but this question suddenly popped in my head. Sorry, there's a lot happened in my life now. I'll be going to matriculation, and yes, I did told vans bout it.. and now we're both are sad. Good thing inside the campus, they sell reload there. Dammit, I'm sad now..feel like I'm about to breakdown and cry. I'm trying to hold back my tears. Ugh..life must goes on.. But one thing for sure, I will never stop loving you. Never ever! Remember us, forever and always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-8409318455434374137?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/8409318455434374137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=8409318455434374137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/8409318455434374137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/8409318455434374137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/dating-your-exs-bffright-or-wrong.html' title='dating your Ex&apos;s BFF..right or wrong?'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SfgRinSIXfI/AAAAAAAAAow/FotC51A7OdI/s72-c/love-sick1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-99702551481830446</id><published>2009-04-27T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:59:20.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Thanks to Hollyrottiers [hope you read this :D]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SfVlu2KtkcI/AAAAAAAAAoY/WpvnvlQGEME/s1600-h/stickerthankyou.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329277589551681986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SfVlu2KtkcI/AAAAAAAAAoY/WpvnvlQGEME/s200/stickerthankyou.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just want to say thanks to "Hollyrottiers" for following my blog. Hey if you read this, talk to me sometime xD. I would love to know what music are you into or maybe we like the same music? Teehee! Thanks again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/1010968855097455929-99702551481830446?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/99702551481830446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=99702551481830446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/99702551481830446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/99702551481830446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/special-thanks-to-hollyrottiers-hope.html' title='Special Thanks to Hollyrottiers [hope you read this :D]'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SfVlu2KtkcI/AAAAAAAAAoY/WpvnvlQGEME/s72-c/stickerthankyou.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-5138379425309878533</id><published>2009-04-26T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:23:39.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wahhhh..done...13 days to go..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Before I start my yadayada on what's going on today..I just want to say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS TO ST.MICHAEL SCHOOL FOR CREATING ANOTHER MALAYSIAN RECORD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Haha..yay to my former school! OKay..okay..nuff said. Today was sick! Been out for the whole day and I didn't even get to talk to Vans. Sheesh..being busy, I mean very busy with college errands. Buying that, buying this. So much things to buy. Gah! Going broke here! LOL! But at last it was worth tho, I've bought everything in my checklist. Man, that matriculation rules are so eaffin strict! No wearing T's?! Like, what am I going to wear then? Ugh! Dammit, I need help here. I was wondering, whos' going to be my roommates? Hmm.. Hope tidak kena yg drama queen punya or yg pretend friendship punya. Ugh..I can't live with those kind of people. And ooh ooh, people who likes to stereotyped other people..don't dare to label me. I am for who I am. Nothing you can do to change it! Lol..mind that. I'm friggin tired tho, but i'm going to bed later. So, teehee!&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/1010968855097455929-5138379425309878533?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/5138379425309878533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=5138379425309878533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/5138379425309878533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/5138379425309878533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/wahhhhdone13-days-to-go.html' title='wahhhh..done...13 days to go..'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-3387738812673633306</id><published>2009-04-25T13:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T13:56:59.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Susan Boyle [Amazingly Awesome Singer!!]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay..okay..I know this is old news but I'm so busy that I don't even have the time to listen to this amazing person singing. Yeah, I heard about her on the radio and tv. Her name is Susan Boyle and she's 47. When i watched this vid, Simon asks her what she wants to do. Then she replied that she wants to be a professional singer. And THEN there's this girl, laughed at her!! What a meanie! They were all like shocked when they heard she said that. When she started to sing, she moved the crowd and they were all like standing and cheering for her. Believe me, Simon was impressed too. She was an amazingly awesome singer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Here's the link if you want to the see the video. [Be AMAZED!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxPZh4AnWyk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxPZh4AnWyk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-3387738812673633306?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/3387738812673633306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=3387738812673633306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/3387738812673633306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/3387738812673633306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/susan-boyle-amazingly-awesome-singer.html' title='Susan Boyle [Amazingly Awesome Singer!!]'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-2083217570507522364</id><published>2009-04-24T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:13:00.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the decision is made.. 15 days to go..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've made my decision to pursue my studies at Matriculation, Labuan. My last day I will stay home is on the 8th May 2009 coz i'll be going to Labuan on the following day. 15 days to go. How am I going to tell Vans bout it? Argh..this thing is making go gaga and sad. Ugh! Hey, its only a year right? Time pass by so fast and we wouldn't even realize it. I hope. I also hope that I get room mates yg satu kepala punya, hehe. Omigosh, this song that I'm listening now while i'm typing this post is so amazing. If you're into metalcore song, I'm now listening to "Diamonds Aren't Forever" by Bring Me The Horizon. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*BEWARE* This song is not for the faint-hearted, its only for metalcore/deathcore lover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My music taste has really changed alot. Seriously, even my mum and brother were shocked seeing me listening to that kind of music. I don't care tho. It's good listening to it when you're feeling stressed out. Haha, my sister, Joanne, hates my music tho. She would go like, "Off bah tu, bikin stressed lagu ko tu! Sheesh..!!" Owh well..you won't be listening to it after 8th May. At least, metal is better than listening to some rap. Ugh, rap is crap. Ooohh..ooohh..now, i'm listening to Thy Art Is Murder..damn, head-bangin music. I'm home alone, so there's no one to tell me to turn my music off.  Haha, I can't imagine what will my roommates say if they see me listening to this kind of music. Maybe they go like, "What music are you listening?! Ugh, you're such a weirdo! Fucking emo! Yikes!" Lol..well, roomies you'll have to live with it anyways. Hehe. Well, till then..Teehee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-2083217570507522364?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/2083217570507522364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=2083217570507522364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/2083217570507522364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/2083217570507522364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/decision-is-made-15-days-to-go.html' title='the decision is made.. 15 days to go..'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-786762526632586243</id><published>2009-04-23T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:40:49.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was just being paranoid bout us..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mind what I said about yesterday...we talked today on msn and on the phone!! Lol, again I was so nervous when talking to you. Aww..your voice was so cute when you tried to annoyed your sister. You said it was your annoying voice. But when you said my name, I was like "omigosh" that was sooooooooo cute and heavenly awesome. And now your voice is permanently stucked in my head. All I hear now, is your sweet voice saying my name and I smiled to myself for it. Which make me looked like a mad man. I wished I've recorded your voice. Can't wait to hear it when I call you next week. Teehee! Aww and today, I got an offline from Tori and she said she can't talk to me for 3 days and she told me not to worry about her. I hope nothing bad is happening to her coz I can feel something uncomfortable is going on. Oh My Gosh, I think I'm worried bout her. Oh no! Oh no! Omigosh.. C'Mon 3 days..hurry up, I seriously need to talk to her. Gosh..this is frustrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-786762526632586243?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/786762526632586243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=786762526632586243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/786762526632586243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/786762526632586243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-was-just-being-paranoid-bout-us.html' title='I was just being paranoid bout us..'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-3045131231128096406</id><published>2009-04-22T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:10:42.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in my depressed mood.. :[</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ugh...i feel like I want to punch the damn mirror!! I don't know what to do. We talked today..and something just came across my mind. Wanna know what it is? It's YOU and our relationship. I feel like its going to end soon. I don't know why but it just came across my mind. I love you so much and I can't let you go. I know you feel the same way towards me but i just..idk. It's making me sad just to think of it. I cried today coz of you. And tomorrow its 23 April. You told that the "thing" in your room..told you that you're gonna..umm. Gah, I can't say it! Its painful and it hurts me so much! Please, don't let it happen. I can't take another goodbye. My heart can't take another blow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*cries alone in room*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-3045131231128096406?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/3045131231128096406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=3045131231128096406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/3045131231128096406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/3045131231128096406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-my-depressed-mood.html' title='in my depressed mood.. :['/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-7627263632616620219</id><published>2009-04-22T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:51:23.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the taggie Abeline xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FOUR NAMES THAT FRIENDS CALL YOU :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sintut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FOUR MOST IMPORTANT DATES IN YOUR LIFE :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10th July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2nd July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5th September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;21st April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FOUR THINGS YOU'VE DONE IN THE LAST 30 MINUTES :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Talking to friends on msn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Laundry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FOUR WAYS TO BE HAPPY :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Talk to someone you love the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pray and always think of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eat favourite food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FOUR PEOPLE YOU MISS FROM YOUR PAST :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Family members that have passed away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My classmates when in primary school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My favourite dog [he's part of the family]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FOUR GIFTS YOU WOULD LIKE TO RECEIVE :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I-Phone [its a must]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All expenses paid to Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Of course, cash xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My own private jet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FOUR OF YOUR FAVOURITE HOBBIES :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Texting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Making Poems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Online chatting with you know who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FOUR PLACES OR COUNTRY YOU WANT TO GO FOR VACATION :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AUSTRALIA!! Melbourne and Brisbane! (priority!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;New Zealand (The mountains and refreshing breeze)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Paris (City of Love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;UK (Heart their accents)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FOUR FAVOURITE DRINKS&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Iced Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Isotonic Drinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vodka? yeah..vodka..yumm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FOUR THINGS ALWAYS FOUND IN YOUR BAG/HANDBAG :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My Laptop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hand Sanitizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Clothes [sometimes]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FOUR FAVOURITE COLORS :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BLACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TOP FOUR HANGOUTS&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My room [private!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Balcony (Where I can be alone to think and stare at the stars)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Beach (good times..good times)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kitchen!! (food!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TOP FOUR U LOVE SO MUCH :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My Vans and Tori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My Parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My God and Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TOP FOUR "THINGS" SPECIAL TO YOU :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My Laptop (Take it away from me, you'll regret doing it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My Cell (without it can't text or call people)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My relationship with Vans (my heart can't take another blow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My Life (we only live once so why waste it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TOP FOUR WHO YOU WILL TAG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyone will do :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-7627263632616620219?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/7627263632616620219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=7627263632616620219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7627263632616620219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7627263632616620219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/thanks-for-taggie-abeline-xd.html' title='Thanks for the taggie Abeline xD'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-698085851059741559</id><published>2009-04-21T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:28:34.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want us to be together forever and always</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today I realized that I love you more than anything. No doubt bout it now. You loved me like I loved you. When we talked today, you make my heart beats fast. You don't want me to leave, but its 3 month to go. College is coming soon. It seems that you're counting the days. It's making me sad tho. I hate to be apart from you. And I know you feel the same way. Oh my gosh! I love you so so much! I miss you heaps every single day. Why are we so far apart?! If I've been given a chance to go anywhere in this world..all expenses paid and right now, I would choose to go to your place..grab you and hold you tightly to me without want to let you go. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!! [it's no joke]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Aww..enough me being luffy-duffy about you. Today I also talked to Tori. We're becoming closer and closer each day. Although we're both far apart but I feel like we're so close like we've known each other for such a long time. Idk..I want us to be just friends tho not more than that. So, imma control my feelings so I won't be to over with it. Ugh..confused feelings again! Deleting confused feelings..1%..25%..55%..67%..78%..85%..91%..100%!! Eeepp..ERROR! File cannot be deleted. Stupid hard disk!! Teehee! Owh well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Omigosh! I can't decide where I want to study!! I'm still confused. Yeah, I got accepted to matriculation but I'm not fond in accounting. I hate accounts for goodness sake. I sucked at it. Seriously. I'm more into journalism, teaching, TESL, nursing, or any other medical fields. Just not accounts. But studying in matrix is good as they say and its nearer. Today, you also said to me, "Dammit, 3 months to go. I can't forget it. I can't forget you coz it's you!!" and I was like whoa?! Wow..i really don't want to leave you, you know. But I must. I must go in order to pursue my studies so I can meet you someday. Imma go take my shower then. Ttyl bloggies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Teehee!&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/1010968855097455929-698085851059741559?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/698085851059741559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=698085851059741559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/698085851059741559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/698085851059741559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-us-to-be-together-forever-and.html' title='I want us to be together forever and always'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-7676397584241803065</id><published>2009-04-20T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:22:54.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you really love me? just wondering..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm so sorry if you read this tho. Nah, i'm sure you won't. At least I hope you won't. Sometimes..okay, sometimes..I feel like you don't love me. This long distance relationship is so hard to cope. But I never give up coz I love you so much. This relationship taught me a lot about trusting someone. Yes, I trust you a lot. But I don't know today, this question suddenly crossed my mind. Sorry, I know you're sad now coz your bff just died. I understand that. Ugh, forget it anyway! Its making me sad just to think bout it. Forget what I said. Its just my mood swings. Dammit! &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Apart from being depressed today, someone just made my day. Its a friend of mine, Tori. We're okay now. She's not mad at me anymore. She said to me today that her mum and me are the only people that she got. She also said that I'm a part of her family. Thank you so much. I love you as my friend. Or maybe more than just a friend? Lol..nah. Just a friend. Hehe. Imma head for bed now. Till then, xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Teehee!&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/1010968855097455929-7676397584241803065?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/7676397584241803065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=7676397584241803065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7676397584241803065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7676397584241803065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-you-really-love-me-just-wondering.html' title='do you really love me? just wondering..'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-2966013340230512426</id><published>2009-04-20T16:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:07:46.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gah T_T [well that ended well..kinda]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well..that ended well..haha right..ended with a bloody headache and sores all over my body. Mum..where's my reload? Hehe, my mum promised to reload me coz I helped during the party. Like I thought, the party ended already but yesterday sambung lagi bah. Haha..lol, where did they get the beers?! Coz all I know that the beers at the party were out! Gone! Finished! Wow..magic. Teehee! The whole day yesterday..my cousins playing with our laptop, guitar hero and stuff. I sucked playing guitar hero. And today at last I can play well not perfect but at least I can play at medium mode. Alas! hehe..I can play Afterlife, This ain't a scene, time is running out and it hurts in medium mode!! Yay me! Imma play again to improve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WANNA TAKE THIS OPPORTUNITY TO SAY THANKS SO MUCH to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ALL OF JOANNE'S FRIENDS AND HER GENK KARATZ FOR MAKING JOANNE'S SWEET 16 THE BESTEST GREATEST PARTY IN HER LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AUNTS, UNCLES AND COUSINS FOR JOINING US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ABRAHAM WHO HELPED ME IN THE KITCHEN AND CARRYING SOME STUFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;DJs..ANON..AUDREY..COLLIN..DATU..JOHNBOY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MY DAD FOR THE WINES, BEERS AND THE TWO KEGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BOTH OF MY GRANDMA FOR THE SOKO AND YUMMY KUIH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THE CATERER [yummy dishes!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THE WASTED GUY WHO USES THE WORST PICK UP LINES ON AUDREY. [Dude! you cracked me up!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AGAIN..JEZREEL FOR HELPING US TO CLEAN [hope u read this..hehe]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AND SPECIAL THANKS TO MY MUM FOR THE SUPPORT. I KNOW, MUM, YOU'RE EXHAUSTED BUT I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND THANKS FOR EVERYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THANKS SO MUCH FOR EVERYTHING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I WILL LOVE YOU ALL AS LONG AS I LIVED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FOREVER AND ALWAYS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Teehee!&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/1010968855097455929-2966013340230512426?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/2966013340230512426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=2966013340230512426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/2966013340230512426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/2966013340230512426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/gah-tt-well-that-ended-wellkinda.html' title='gah T_T [well that ended well..kinda]'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-4282374774645949884</id><published>2009-04-19T03:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T04:26:34.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a partay!! woot woot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Its 4.00 am here and i'm still awake!! Woop woop! My parents are sleeping, my bro with his gf and Joanne and Celine. Yeah, Celine sleep over at our house. Lol, its so late and i'm not sleepy.. wow, the party today was a BLAST!! I've been busy talking to Joanne's friend and I didn't realize whats happening to the surroundings. Owh yeah, before that, I just wanna express my gratitude to this people who helped during the party..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. My parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Our maid and her children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. Celine [wiping the chairs]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. Jezreel [helping us to cleaned after the party]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. Aunts and Uncles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6. All of Joanne's friend for making this party a total success!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;At the party, I've prepared pudding and spagethi. I was like whoa..coz when I want to eat the spagethi, it finished!! Gone! That was fast.. also my pudding. Glad there's one cup left. Omigosh..i'm damn tired. Now, I can sleep in peace. Yay me.. what happened at the party just now? Let me tell you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. Dancing..disco..with heart-pumping music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Guitar Hero..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. This is the funny part where there this guy who were trying to flirt with Audrey. It was very funny coz he uses the WORST PICK UP LINES i've never heard in my 17 years of life. Seriously..it was seriously..annoyingly..worst!! Idk if he's wasted[drunk] or not. It doesn't look like he's wasted but the way he spoke, it makes him looked like he's drunk. Like when he asked Audrey that if she got his phone number, Audrey was like "what?" I was like, dude, she doesn't even know you! Again, when Audrey wants to go home, the guy went to her place and wants to hug her. But KASIAN!! Kena REJECT!!! WAKAKAKAAKA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lol..so, imma go now. I don't want to sleep yet. Imma go play guitar hero with Abraham..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Good Morning although there's no sun yet..lol, its 4.24 am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Teehee!&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/1010968855097455929-4282374774645949884?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/4282374774645949884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=4282374774645949884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/4282374774645949884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/4282374774645949884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-partay-woot-woot.html' title='what a partay!! woot woot!'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-6811366849734289468</id><published>2009-04-17T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:21:58.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the DAY is tomorrow!! Jeng..jeng xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Okay..before I begin, I just wanna wish my sis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY SWEET 16 BIRTHDAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sorry for ruining your day tho..hey, not only your day..mine too. Ugh, mind that. So, today was a total tiredness. Getting ready for the party tomorrow. By the way, I JUST FINISHED MAKING PUDDING!! YAY ME! So, to all the people coming to the party tomorrow, make sure you try it and be amazed. Teehee! What did I do today, aye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1. Award Day. [I received one today xD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2. Mum scolded me coz of my unawareness of the surroundings. [Believe me, it was scary]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3. Cleaned the road to our house [if you saw us, you will definately laugh at us]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4. Cleaned the drain [ewwww]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5. Watch the people set up the tent [weird dude kept looking at me..yikes!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6. Laundry [hehe..sempat lagi bah]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;7. Puddding! [Choc, Honey Dew, Mango, Blackcurrant, Strawberry and Durian]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dammit, i'm so tired and yet I haven't go to bed. My eyes are wide open O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Teehee&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/1010968855097455929-6811366849734289468?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/6811366849734289468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=6811366849734289468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/6811366849734289468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/6811366849734289468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-is-tomorrow-jengjeng-xd.html' title='the DAY is tomorrow!! Jeng..jeng xD'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-205942787362483434</id><published>2009-04-16T12:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:44:49.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha day with me mates..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lol..i just got back from school. Suprised? I'm not going for study just to settle some stuff with the teachers. It was funny tho. Me, Foon, Chol, Ain and Theresia go around the whole school building just to look for Cikgu Salmah. Padahal..sana Dewan Kebudayaan. Siang! So we terpaksa drive to go there and the teacher asked us to see Cikgu Felicia. We were so angry and yadayada coz she asked to go back to school and find Cikgu Bethy for the letter. Dammit..ugh! Again, we drove back to school and again to our frustration, Cikgu Bethy is no where to be seen. Arghhh! So, we just went to her table and look for the letter, sign it then go. Sheesh it was annoying. But all in all..i get to hangout with my friends. Aaahh..nostalgic moment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Teehee!&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/1010968855097455929-205942787362483434?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/205942787362483434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=205942787362483434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/205942787362483434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/205942787362483434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/haha-day-with-me-mates.html' title='haha day with me mates..'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-6976016706655781338</id><published>2009-04-15T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:48:27.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay to Guitar Hero!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We just came back from Wisma Merdeka and guess what? My parents bought us a guitar which is also known as GUITAR HERO. We only bought one tho coz its kinda expensive. Well..kinda. It costs about Rm168. Me and Joanne are playing it now, following our turns. Hehe.. So, my day today was awful, sad and disturbed. What happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. My first fight with Vans. Nearly broke up but we're okay now. Its my fault tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Tori accused me of doing something that I didn't do and now she hates me. I already talked to her but she wouldn't listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. Vans asked me something which makes me feel disturbed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. I'm an asshole!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gah..i don't know what to write. And I'm not going to give up my relationship with Vans. And imma go play guitar hero now. TTYl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Teehee!&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/1010968855097455929-6976016706655781338?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/6976016706655781338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=6976016706655781338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/6976016706655781338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/6976016706655781338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/yay-to-guitar-hero.html' title='Yay to Guitar Hero!'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-7421840089949524639</id><published>2009-04-15T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:31:07.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's your decision then..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanks to someone on msn..you just made my day..you just made my bloody day..you just have to ruin my bloody day..I thank you for that. Now, i'm beginning to hate you.. Its your decision then. You told me today that you're gonna delete me..Its your decision then, go ahead. I won't force you to do anything that you hate. Thanks tho..Nice to meet you. Thanks for the 5 month friendship. The 5 month you lied to me about you. Thank you for all that. I appreciate it our friendship. Thanks so much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-7421840089949524639?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/7421840089949524639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=7421840089949524639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7421840089949524639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7421840089949524639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-your-decision-then.html' title='It&apos;s your decision then..'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-5440042168214005762</id><published>2009-04-15T09:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:40:13.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled is the best title :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whoblocksyou.com/"&gt;www.whoblocksyou.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know this webiste from a cousin of mine, thanks! This website tells you who blocks or deleted you on msn. I went to the website and owh jolly..I found out who blocked me in their msn. Becky..the stuck-up blondie that me and Don hate..yeah, she blocked me. And..well, i'm not suprised bout it..It's my ex, Eri. No wonder, I never see Eri on Msn for a month. Owh well, i don't care if you don't want to talk or you want to forget me. Feel free tho. Not hard feelings, i'm okay with it. The pain that you caused in me are healed by someone. At least, that person does not act all clingy to me. So, there..I loathe everything about you. We're done! Gosh, I feel free. I'm happy that I'm with Vans. *deleting painful memories* Loading..10%..25%..50%..75%..98%..100%..DELETING COMPLETE! Omigosh! I'm desperate..no credits..can't call Vans. Ugh..Dammit, I got a stomachache and idk whats causing it. Painful..ouch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Teehee&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/1010968855097455929-5440042168214005762?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/5440042168214005762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=5440042168214005762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/5440042168214005762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/5440042168214005762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/untitled-is-best-title-p.html' title='untitled is the best title :P'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-3510524994378220151</id><published>2009-04-14T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:18:25.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omigosh..i love your laugh :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Omigosh..I just love your laugh. Its so adorable. I'm addicted to it. I talked to vans today till my credits ran out. It was very funny coz we were laughing all the way. Vans said, "Oh my God" and I said "Oh my gosh". We talked for like 12 minutes and yes my credit balance is Rm0. Typical me. Imma buy again soon. But one problem tho, I'm out of cash. LOL! I'm going to ask from my mum soon. Hehe..i'm bad. Like Vans asked me what ringtone that I used when someone is calling me. I don't understand their accent tho..only a lil bit, so I was like, "pardon? sorry? I can't hear you" and keep repeating it for like 10 times. I listened to it very careful and then I heard what Vans said. It sounded like "reng-toun" instead or "ringtone"..well, thats australian accent for you and I'm in love with it. Owh well..imma go to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Teehee!&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/1010968855097455929-3510524994378220151?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/3510524994378220151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=3510524994378220151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/3510524994378220151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/3510524994378220151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/omigoshi-love-your-laugh-d.html' title='omigosh..i love your laugh :D'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-5801557866114801890</id><published>2009-04-14T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T14:00:48.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>glad thats over..phew!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Booyah! I just came back from the interview. I nailed it! Haha..kinda. The result of the interview will be out in 4 weeks time. If I get accepted then I'll be flying to Penang on the 1st of July! JULY! Omigosh! I'll be celebrating my birthday there..hehe. During the interview, I was the last and the longest one to be interviewed. My mum said, "it seems that you two have fun" and I was like, "yeah coz it was funny". That person asked me tons of question. Wanna know what she asked? Read below..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. About my whole family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. Why do you choose nursing as a career?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. How do you know this college?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. Health issue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. Who's our Prime Minister now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and many many more. I answered it with knowledge that I have in me. I didn't even study for it. Like she asked my just now what is "add science" and I said to her that its a combination of physics, chemistry and biology. Then she looked at me with a grin then said, "so, you know a lil bit bout biology right? Let me asked you some question." I was like *gulp* dammit, I only learned the basic. Then she asked me bout kidney and lungs. Gah..thank goodness I can answered them. And of course, I stuttered. I'm sure she noticed the nervousness when I spoke. Owh well..at least I live through it. Lol. All the applications will be out this week tho. So many to choose from but I'm beginning to like this college..we'll see about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Teehee!&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/1010968855097455929-5801557866114801890?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/5801557866114801890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=5801557866114801890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/5801557866114801890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/5801557866114801890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/glad-thats-overphew.html' title='glad thats over..phew!'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-1494173633791272962</id><published>2009-04-14T06:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T06:14:03.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 hours to college interview!! O.O</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Omigosh! Omigosh! Omigish! 3 bloody hours to go..I still haven't figure out what to say..what should I say?! I'm going to do last minute revising about the college and about nursing. Hey guys..if I don't come back alive, please take care of my dog, reload my phone, visit my grave every week with black rose and take care of my laptop. What the?! What am I saying?! Gah..i'm stressed out. Help me..its just a college interview right? Just a bloody interview right? No need to worry? Of course I'm hella worrying bout it. Its my future that i'm deciding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMFG! My hands are starting to shake..right now..then, it will be my heart. Huhu T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-1494173633791272962?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/1494173633791272962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=1494173633791272962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/1494173633791272962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/1494173633791272962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/3-hours-to-college-interview-oo.html' title='3 hours to college interview!! O.O'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-7886377819686127381</id><published>2009-04-13T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:31:35.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 hours till the interview..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Omg! 12 hours to go.. I'm so nervous..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After the interview, i'll be waiting for dad at San Francisco Coffee tho..till lunch time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I called vans again today..talked to vans for about 10 minutes. There was lot of laugh in our convo and I still stutter when talking to vans. Also, my hands are shaking when holding my phone. It nearly fell tho. Guess what? It costs me about Rm10 for today's call. I know I'm crazy. I'm so happy to hear van's voice. It woo-ed me. And of course, I say "Oh My Gosh" many times again. Suprisingly, Vans likes to listen to it coz vans says its cute when I say it. Lol, i'm blushing. Its only the second week of April and I've spent about Rm50 on reloads. Haha right? Well, texting three people from US and calling a friend in Australia. Man, that costs a lot. Teehee! Owh well, imma go to bed early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Teehee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jaceyy&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/1010968855097455929-7886377819686127381?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/7886377819686127381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=7886377819686127381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7886377819686127381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7886377819686127381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/12-hours-till-interview.html' title='12 hours till the interview..'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-3870441054357914135</id><published>2009-04-13T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:14:58.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confused feelings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why do I have this feeling when we talked? I've been keeping this feeling towards you since last year and today, I told you about it. It turns out, you also felt the same way towards me. But we both are in a relationhsip. I didn't tell you about my feelings coz I know we won't be together. No, its not the age difference, 5 years different its not a problem to me as long you're heart is honest. Its just that..how can I explain this? I don't even know what to say. I'm still confused with my feelings. I'm in love with V but when I talked to you, its like the same way I felt for V. This is what happen when we get too close. You said it yourself. And soon, i'll be leaving you and V. You said you don't want me to go. Why? I want to know your real feelings towards me. I can't tell you mine coz I'm not sure. I guess this feeling towards you, bloomed each day. Imagine, for 4 months I kept this feeling. You cried when I told you that I'll be leaving soon. You asked me to delete you. I will not fucking do that! We're close and I want us to stay close. I feel like i'm going to cry. You also told me some stuff today that makes me really sad and broken. I guess..I really liked you and I will keep it in me. Doesn't matter we're not together, as long I get to talk to you..i'm happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-3870441054357914135?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/3870441054357914135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=3870441054357914135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/3870441054357914135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/3870441054357914135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/confused-feelings.html' title='confused feelings...'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-6785794957399514301</id><published>2009-04-13T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:51:26.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College Interview tomorrow! Yikes O.O</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Omg! Tomorrow is the interview!! Omg! Omg! Omg! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm so so so so so nervous!! I'm doing last minute research on nursing tho. Gah! I still can't get it. OMG! Someone please help me. Imma die! Eeeekkk.. and I haven't talk to vans today. Omigosh..I miss vans already. Dammit! So, any last words or advices for me? It could help me tho. Or give me support? Anything..It would be most appreciated. Matrix and SPA will also be out this week. One thing for sure, matriculation is not for me. Gosh.. my heart is beating fast and my hands will soon starting to shake. Trust me it will.. Owh well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Teehee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jaceyy&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/1010968855097455929-6785794957399514301?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/6785794957399514301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=6785794957399514301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/6785794957399514301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/6785794957399514301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/college-interview-tomorrow-yikes-oo.html' title='College Interview tomorrow! Yikes O.O'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-4490717168033915671</id><published>2009-04-12T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:22:59.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red to Black! Ugh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is so not me...Look the pic below..my old hair..I miss it already.. Its all the interview thingy fault. Gah.. I don't do black hair.. *sniffs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SeH4C0pzkcI/AAAAAAAAAns/X2pxwk12oh8/s1600-h/DSC02432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323808961906053570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SeH4C0pzkcI/AAAAAAAAAns/X2pxwk12oh8/s200/DSC02432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me ol' hair..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SeH4Cpy2fkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/xfLfDr0MhuA/s1600-h/DSC02447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323808958991203906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SeH4Cpy2fkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/xfLfDr0MhuA/s200/DSC02447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The new do..ugh!&lt;/span&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="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-4490717168033915671?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/4490717168033915671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=4490717168033915671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/4490717168033915671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/4490717168033915671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/red-to-black-ugh.html' title='Red to Black! Ugh!'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/SeH4C0pzkcI/AAAAAAAAAns/X2pxwk12oh8/s72-c/DSC02432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-6093397435088753798</id><published>2009-04-12T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:11:53.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jolly Holly Easter!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Easter everyone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today we went to Stella Maris, bahasa mass and guess who's today's priest? Father Tony, the most amazing but yet funny priest ever! During his homily, he adviced us to be happy not sad. His saying was like this, "Time Easter ni kita semua mesti bergembira. Bukan sedih. Klau kamu sedih ini hari, ia merupakan dosa yang sangat BESAR (i was like whoa!) and kamu boleh aramai tii sehingga pentecost. Kamu tau bila tu pentecost? Bulan lima. Kaamatan la tu. Nah, berampai la kamu selama 50 hari ni." Then, all the crowd in the church were laughing hard. Seriously, it was funny. I was kinda sad today coz I didn't call vans like i'm supposed to. It's not that I forget, its just that I've been very busy with the preparing of Joanne's party, houseworks and other stuff. I still have another 72 hours till the interview. Dammit. I still haven't figured out what to say. There are still so much to do. Okay..i've been saying that since last week. But its true tho. Today also, I dyed my hair black coz the interview won't allowed any color other than black. So, my hair now is black. Rawr! I'll let you see in my next post. Ugh..i'm ugly, hehe. OKay..on to the next post bout my new hair :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Once again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Easter to you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Teehee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jaceyy&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/1010968855097455929-6093397435088753798?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/6093397435088753798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=6093397435088753798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/6093397435088753798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/6093397435088753798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/jolly-holly-easter.html' title='Jolly Holly Easter!!'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-7329871491668715360</id><published>2009-04-11T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T18:08:22.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the bloody hell?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OMFG! Just now, I was on msn. Couldn't resist the temptation, and vans was on. Vans said I didn't call. I was like..OMFG! I totally forgot coz I thought I was supposed to call tomorrow. I was sad and so as vans. So, I called vans just now. I was like, OMFG! Australian accent was the most beautiful accent ever! Believe me coz I was shaking there and here. I was freakin nervous and my heart is beating hella fast!! I say the word, "oh my gosh!" many times coz thats what I say when get so nervous. After ended the call..i was like jumping all over my room, punching the door and smiling like an insane lunatic. Ahhh..*dreams* I'm in love.. Gosh..i'm lame! Vans said my voice was adorable and emi said its cute when i say "Oh my gosh" everytime. Those two..LOL! Imma call again tomorrow. But first, reload! Hehe.. It costs me about RM6.00 tho for about 7 mins. Imma go buy it tonight. Dammit.. how can I stop my hands from shaking?! I need to punch the wall maybe? Yeah..i do that. BRB! ........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Done! And it still shaking..huhu..dahh.. mind it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Teehee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jaceyy&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/1010968855097455929-7329871491668715360?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/7329871491668715360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=7329871491668715360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7329871491668715360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7329871491668715360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-bloody-hell.html' title='what the bloody hell?!'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-3402965045454891193</id><published>2009-04-11T16:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:33:28.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! what should I say?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Omg! What should I say?! I'm feeling hella nervous coz tomorrow its the first time I'll be calling Vans! My first international call to Australia!! I'm so nervous. OMFG! I'm afraid that I would stutter! What should I say?! Any ideas people? Should I say like, "Hey, how are you? What are you doing now? Are you happy that I called you?", gosh, thats lame. I need this call to be special. What am I worrying about? Its just a call right? A normal call to a friend, right? Right?! Sorry..i'm getting desperate here. Didn't talk to vans today coz i'm still busy with the housework and I may be busy till Joanne's birthday party. There are so much cleaning to do downstairs. Then the after-party cleaning. OMG! This month is a very busy month for me. And one more thing, the college interview is getting nearer. The worst part is, I don't know what to wear. It must be a proper attire tho. Ugh..i'm not use to wearing a proper attire. I usually wore anything that have to do with the color black. F.Y.I, i'm not emo or goth. Its just the color suits me. Don't judge me by the clothes I'm wearing. I hate it coz I got alot of people staring at me and start to talk bout me, calling me emo and stuff. Stop talking crap, would ya?! I hate stereotypes. I am me. Just me and no one else. I'm  happy for who I am now. Nobody can change that. Got it? Good. *Sigh* It bugs me so much about calling vans tomorrow. I really don't know what to say and i'm serious. Does it sound like i'm fooling around?! Naw, maybe a little. *Gets serious* Okay..dammit! Any tips on calling your love ones for the first time? I don't give a flying duck what idea you're gonna tell me. I just want to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Puh-lease *puppy dog eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Owh well.. Teehee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jaceyy&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/1010968855097455929-3402965045454891193?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/3402965045454891193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=3402965045454891193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/3402965045454891193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/3402965045454891193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg-what-should-i-say.html' title='OMG! what should I say?!'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-5419808207905312558</id><published>2009-04-10T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:36:47.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gah..Gah..GAH!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Owh someone please..KILL me now! It was a freakin eaffin busy day today. Gosh, everyday is a busy day. Imma breakdown soon. Believe me. Well, our room is all set. Joanne is sleeping coz of tiredness. And I, didn't online on msn today. Been busy since morning. At 3.00pm we go to church at Stella Maris. Damn, it was so HOT! I was sweating all over. Ugh, smelly much. Didn't talk to my dear..gosh. I'm getting addicted to talking to vans. My hands and back hurts. I'm still freakin nervous about the interview. Still haven't figure out what to say. Three days to go. Omigosh! Omigosh! 72 hours to go! Its so near. My eyes are heavy.. Owh well, imma head for bed now. Night night! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Teehee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jaceyy&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/1010968855097455929-5419808207905312558?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/5419808207905312558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=5419808207905312558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/5419808207905312558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/5419808207905312558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/gahgahgah.html' title='gah..Gah..GAH!!'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-786065200233149569</id><published>2009-04-09T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:54:56.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>met my sister in-law! well..kinda..Teehee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ignore the bloody title.. But really, I met Van's sister today. Her name is Emily. It was a funny convo between me, her and Kayle. Seriously..ignore the bloody title. She's friendly..just like Kayle. And my soon to be sister in-law! Hehe..I'm JOKING! Seriously. I haven't engaged to Vans yet. Owh my..nuff bout marriage. What the Hell am I talking about anyway?! Dammit, I feel high although I didn't take anything. My stomach hurts coz all I do is laugh today. Laugh..laugh and LAUGH! Its their fault..making me go haha. Plus, Vans makes me friggin happy today. Yeah, we fought again on who's more cuter. This time I won. Teehee! Also, today, Joanne was being hella hilarious today. Today, Kayle asked me if I can let him see Joanne's pic and of course I let him. Well, he saw Joanne's pic and he was like, " Wow, she's cute as! Your sis is hot! and Sexy!" Lol, i was laughing hard. Same goes to Emi and Vans. They both says the same. When I told Joanne of what Kayle says bout her, she went like " What?! Really?" Then, she began laughing like this, "hohohohohohohohohohohoho", damn, it was a long laugh..if you heard it, I assured you that it'll haunt you. Well, my mum was eavesdropping and she asked me, " Are you selling your sister's pics to a stranger?" I was like, "Me? I'm not that cruel. Besides, Kayle says Joanne is hot" and Joanne was still laughing like a mental. What a hilarious day. Damn, if they don't live so far apart from me, I would have invite them to Joanne's party. Then we could hangout together..me, Kayle, Emi and my Vans. But the important part is me with Vans. It would be great if we're together at the party. In my dreams! Like now, me and Joanne in our soon to be room, using our laptops..im-ing each other on msn although we're just one feet away. Haha? Lol..I'm bored and its 9.47 and I still haven't shower yet. No wonder something's smells.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Teehee xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jaceyy&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/1010968855097455929-786065200233149569?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/786065200233149569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=786065200233149569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/786065200233149569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/786065200233149569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/met-my-sister-in-law-wellkindateehee.html' title='met my sister in-law! well..kinda..Teehee!'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-6528442318163990438</id><published>2009-04-08T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:19:33.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a boring day :[</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Damn..what a BORING day. Today, I woke up with a new resolution, that is not using internet for a day. I realized that I'm truly addicted to ONLINE everyday. I didn't talk to Vans or Kayle today. Since I got nothing to do in the morning, I went to bed for a snooze. Turned on the air-con and dozed off. When I woke up, go downstairs and saw my laptop there..calling me to use it..and then I saw the wi-fi, also calling me to use it. What a TEMPTATION! I try to resist it but I can't. Too much pain in me..need to use the internet..BAMM! Here I am sitting in the living room using it. Dammit! I can't resist it. All day I thought about Vans, not talking to my dear makes me go yadayada and Eri suddenly came across my mind. When I listened to Halo, you came across my mind. I haven't delete the rest of your message tho coz when I read it, I feel calm and I smiled suddenly like a lunatic. I can't bring myself to delete your messages. I regret deleted your other 506 messages. Those words you said to me. Some of it healed the pain in me. It's been 3 weeks since we last talked. Argh! Why can't I forget you already?! It's really hard to move on, you know that?! I love you too much when we're together but I'm sure now your love is not the same anymore. I understand that. I got Vans in my life and you can have anybody you want. Right now, I just want you to fade away from my memory forever. Owh what the heck, mind what I said just now. So, the interview thing still bugs me. Really, seriously, I don't know what to say. Should I talk about me? Things that I like? Stuff that I hate? Hmm? I really don't know. Imma call Vans for advice and support on that day. Sheesh, i'm being annoying again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Teehee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jaceyy&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/1010968855097455929-6528442318163990438?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/6528442318163990438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=6528442318163990438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/6528442318163990438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/6528442318163990438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-boring-day.html' title='what a boring day :['/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-7361586606060085364</id><published>2009-04-07T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:52:29.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got the letter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just got the letter from my mum..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG! Its really next week..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;In the letter it says..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"With reference to your application for the above-mention course, please come for an interview:"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Date: 14 April 2009/ Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Time: 9.00 a.m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Venue: Mabul Room,Marina Court Resort Condiminium. [Next to Promenade Hotel]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm freakin nervous..scared..nervous..I hope to get interviewed by a chinese and not a caucasian. My english is not that good and I stutter alot when speaking it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-7361586606060085364?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/7361586606060085364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=7361586606060085364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7361586606060085364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7361586606060085364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-got-letter.html' title='I got the letter!'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-7344647848174019334</id><published>2009-04-07T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:00:26.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG! College interview next week!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;OMG! I'm freakin out now. OMG! OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My mum just called me like 5 mins ago and told me that the letter from College of Nursing in Penang just came. And they asked me to come to the interview next week!! On the 14th April if i'm not mistaken. I haven't see the letter tho but dammit, the interview is next week! But I can bring my mum along, yay me. So I wouldn't be so nervous. Imma practice speaking english with the mirror and my family. And do some research about nursing and about the college. Omg! I need confidence! I need Vans to be with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Gosh, imma wait for my parents to come home so I can read the letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1010968855097455929-7344647848174019334?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/7344647848174019334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=7344647848174019334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7344647848174019334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7344647848174019334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/omfg-college-interview-next-week.html' title='OMFG! College interview next week!!!'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-92623389983785464</id><published>2009-04-07T17:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:50:45.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're cuter..No you..That's final!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Haha? Have you ever heard this quote? " When I'm at the park, I saw this couple and I was jealous of them. Why? Because they were fighting who loves who more." If I'm not mistaken, you can find the quote at photobucket. I'm feeling jealous too although I never saw any couple fighting bout that before. And at the same time, I also feel sad coz I can only do it virtually. Today, when I talked with Vans we were fighting who's more cuter. Our convo goes like this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Vans: Cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: Aww..you're cuter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Vans: No you are. Cutie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: No, you're more cuter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Vans: Never!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: Yes you are. More cuter :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Vans: No. Why? You are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: No, you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Vans: No, you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: Okay, we both are cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Vans: Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I wished I can do it in the reality. Vans and I are just too far apart. 8 hours by plane. Miles away from each other. I'd give anything to go to Melbourne. Is it expensive to call someone in Australia? Hmm..Nah, I don't care. Yikes, I can still feel the person's hand holding my hand. I mean the person in my dream the other night. I can feel the touch. The soft loving touch. It sent chills down my spine tho. I can't forget it. I want to dream that person again. I hope the person is Vans. Damn! Owh well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Teehee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jaceyy&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/1010968855097455929-92623389983785464?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/92623389983785464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=92623389983785464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/92623389983785464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/92623389983785464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/youre-cuterno-youthats-final.html' title='You&apos;re cuter..No you..That&apos;s final!'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-7818022400365198613</id><published>2009-04-06T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:31:42.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wonder..who are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Last night, I had a bizzare dream. Seriously. It was so weird. In my dream, I was holding this person's hand from the beginning to the last part of the dream. I couldn't tell who is the person..i don't know if its a boy or girl. But the hand was soft and when it held my hand, it was full of love. No, it was not V or E. Its somebody else. I've been thinking bout the dream for the whole day. It seems real. Call me crazy but I can still feel the person's hand on my hand. It was so soft, touch of love and it stroked me. The touch is making me breathless. I wonder, who are you? Why are you invading my dream tho? Are you the one that i've been longing for? No. Please don't. I've got V and I don't want anyone else. But why last night? You suddenly came and hold my hand? We're in love with each other in my dream. Like I said, it was so bizarre, awkward and totally weird. But..its just a dream right? Dreams won't turn into reality. Right? Gosh, i'm getting desperate. I just want to know, who are you and why? Maybe its just me..but I want you to hold me again in my dream. I feel so calm when i'm in your arms. OMG! I think I want you! If I know who you were.. Owh well.. I'll just wait for another dream about you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Jaceyy&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/1010968855097455929-7818022400365198613?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/7818022400365198613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=7818022400365198613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7818022400365198613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/7818022400365198613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-wonderwho-are-you.html' title='i wonder..who are you?'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-3303991434719490764</id><published>2009-04-06T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T14:19:47.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headache! Backache! Major tiredness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The PAIN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;that dwells in me is friggin killing me. Mum, can I now go to another vacation in Labuan? Mum from distance: Don't even think of going there. Bu..bu..but MUM! I freakin tired and I probably get infected by Joanne's red eyes. Coz she TOUCHED me! You know damn right its contagious by physical contact. Mum, puh-lease? *Puppy dog eyes* Mum from distance: NO! And that's final. No buts! No nada. Aww..mind that convo. Was just playing around. I'm so tired. My whole body are aching. I just want to get the work done, move to the room and sleep in peace for 3 days straight. Tonight, like we're gonna arrange all the stuff back into my room. I hope we can finish all tonight. I've been waiting for me to have a decent sleep. I sure could use that. Soon, the TV and the DVD player will be in my room. Gosh, I want a getaway to paradise where I can sleep in peace with no one bothering me or go yadayada on me when i'm resting or no one shouted at me like "Do your chores!!" Sheesh! Thats annoying. Owh F! My stomach friggin hurt! I'm laughing hard coz I'm watching "Why can't I be you" on mtv and its damn funny. Coz there's this tomboy girl who wants to be a girly-girl. Seriously, it was funny when she tried to pole-dancing. LOL. But still, my whole body are hurt. Can anybody be a sweetie and give me a massage? Please...? I'd give you a hug..or be your bff? Owh, forget it. Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Teehee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cheers for the tiredness. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jaceyy&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/1010968855097455929-3303991434719490764?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/3303991434719490764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=3303991434719490764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/3303991434719490764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/3303991434719490764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/headache-backache-major-tiredness.html' title='Headache! Backache! Major tiredness'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-944021353203771671</id><published>2009-04-05T19:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:20:38.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.I.R.E.D!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Somebody please! Seriously..I need a massage. My back is aching, I have a bloody headache and Joanne have red eyes and I may get infected by her. Don't believe me? My eyes are starting to feel little itchy and sore. I've been doing the bloody chores for like 2 days. Didn't help to paint the wall tho coz went to my friend's house to celebrate our spm result. Her mum asked us to come. Her mum's Rendang was very tasty. Yumm! Thanks auntie for cooking delicious food for us! Btw, thanks for the rendang, my mum loves it!  Haish, my head is so heavy! I hope i'll be sick soon so I wouldn't wake up early and do the bloody chores. I'm so bad &gt;:D but yet, i'm still confused. Today, at my friend's house, we talked about love and relationships. Typical topic, eh? Discussing the topic makes me think of someone. It's Eri. Why I can't get over it?! I mean, Vans came into my life and mended my heart that's been broken by Eri. Still, why I can't move on?! One of my friends, her boyfriend is from Singapore, and Eri is from Singapore. Damn, it hurts me so much. I'm not sure if I'm going there in August. Mum has already bought the tickets. Wouldn't waste it,right? Owh well..shit! My head hurts..huhu. Imma sleep early tonight tho. This morning, I woke up early and before going to church, I go online for a while. Talked with Kayle, and today he told me that Josie broke up with him coz she doesn't love him anymore. I was like, wtf?! He was damn sad..so, I told him to calm down and gave him a hug. Well, a virtual hug tho. He still love Josie tho. I told him to think of happy thoughts. Thats what Vans told me to do when I'm sad or mad. It helps. Gah..tired..tired..sleep..yeah..sleep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Teehee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jaceyy&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/1010968855097455929-944021353203771671?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/944021353203771671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=944021353203771671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/944021353203771671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/944021353203771671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/tired.html' title='T.I.R.E.D!!'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-2951649807331758218</id><published>2009-04-04T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:20:20.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anybody need a maid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today was a very busy day..I mean very busy. I'm resting now. Gah! I'm bloody &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EXHAUSTED&lt;/span&gt; and I think imma suffer headache in one bloody hour. I can feel it. I've been cleaning the house the whole day. Not only me but the whole family was bloody busy. What did I do? Get all the stuff out from my room. The bed, books, table, clothes and I did it ALONE! ALONE! T.T no one is helping me. Dad is going to repaint the wall tomorrow. After that, me and Joanne gonna move back there. We planned to modified our room, the TV, DVD player and my PS2 are going into the room! Yay! Can't wait to move back to the room. My mum said today, maybe our room will be air-conditioned..well, I don't get my hopes to high but i'm hopeful. Wait, that doesn't even sounded right. Owh well..Gosh.. i'm tired, need sleep but can't. Didn't talk to Vans today.. Miss my Vans. One day feels like forever. Arghh!! Curse you house chores! Rawr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Teehee! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jaceyy&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/1010968855097455929-2951649807331758218?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/2951649807331758218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=2951649807331758218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/2951649807331758218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/2951649807331758218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/anybody-need-maid.html' title='anybody need a maid?'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1010968855097455929.post-374660046927583543</id><published>2009-04-03T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T19:47:25.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>should I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Should I be happy for this? Should I be angry? Should I be worrying bout you? Should I cared for you? All the answers are yes except for the happy part. Sometimes, I asked myself. Am I in love with you? Bloody hell, i'm in love with someone else not you. But I think I am in love with you. Argh! For eafin' sake, I can't be in love with you. I'm afraid this is going to happen if we were so close. Well, we are close and its happening! No..no..NO! This can't be happening. Dammit. I love V not T! What you told me today, really shocked me. Seriously. And you keep it to yourself and won't tell anybody. It makes me damn right worry bout you. What if you..owh nevermind. Okay, I think I have feelings for you but its not the same as I feel for V. I just cared for you, that's all. I'm so confused about my feelings now. Okay..okay.. My feelings are just for V and only V. I still haven't forget bout Eri tho. Argh! What are the odds that Eri still remember me? Sheesshh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jaceyy&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/1010968855097455929-374660046927583543?l=whatamental.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/feeds/374660046927583543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1010968855097455929&amp;postID=374660046927583543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/374660046927583543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1010968855097455929/posts/default/374660046927583543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatamental.blogspot.com/2009/04/should-i.html' title='should I?'/><author><name>Jaceyy Aiden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10473756587878149329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMAt17gvKp8/THag3OcQRJI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GL9NwbflCFA/S220/P200810_22.29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
