<?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-8420299111347614919</id><updated>2011-07-31T15:15:58.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Norul Saranghae...</title><subtitle type='html'>Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, Love leaves a memory no one can steal.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i have to agree - i don't look as pretty as others, not as impressive... bla bla bla. and i'm sure there are those who share my feelings. i happened to find this on the net (duh!) and it stuck to me somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&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="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;'Tis true my form is something odd,&lt;br /&gt;But blaming me is blaming God;&lt;br /&gt;Could I create myself anew&lt;br /&gt;I would not fail in pleasing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could reach from pole to pole&lt;br /&gt;Or grasp the ocean with a span,&lt;br /&gt;I would be measured by the soul;&lt;br /&gt;The mind's the standard of the man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;X)&lt;/span&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/8420299111347614919-579891483288938668?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/579891483288938668/comments/default' title='Post 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;funny thing is, i'm considered one of the most invisible students back in high school. i enjoyed school, really i did, but that's when i started schooling in kindergarten until i was 13, in high school. since then, everything was turning downhill. everything changed; imagine, all your friends were your friends one morning and all of you were one big group. next thing you knew, little cracks begin to show in that big group. little by little, that one big group would become small... clans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then... maybe it was just time to grow up. obviously, with my type of family background, i can't enjoy most of my childhood or teenage years. but it really hurt so bad, like a butcher knife struck into your heart, when you realize it was too late to turn back and change to how things were before. it hurts, when i take flip through the pictures and see that all my friends are still together, and i'm left behind, partly because of my very-controlled family. and that butcher knife just keeps stabbing deeper as the years go by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate this. i hate feeling unwanted, i hate feeling as though my life will always be like this, with no one to turn to. i thought i had already buried all these thoughts and feelings and told myself to get used to the way things are. but in the long run, i just hate myself even more for being like this; for being a loser... therefore, in the end, i'm only called a bitch. i feel better with that word now, more used to it, but still - sometimes, i just don't feel like i'm worth it in this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-6188050474328524378?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Stiffen up that upper lip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Whatchu crying about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;You got me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Hailie, I know u miss your mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;And I know u miss your dad when I'm gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;But I'm tryin' to give you the life that I never had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I can see your sad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Even when you smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Even when you laugh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I can see it in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Deep inside you wanna cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Cuz you're scared &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I ain't there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Daddy's with you in your prayers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;No more cryin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Wipe them tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Daddy's here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;No more nightmares &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;We gonna pull together through it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;We gon' do it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Lainie's uncle's crazy ain't he, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;But he loves you girl and you better know it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;We're all we got in this world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;When it spins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;When it swirls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;When it whirls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;When it twirls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Two little beautiful girls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Lookin' puzzled, in a daze &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I know it's confusing you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Daddy's always on the move &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Mama's always on the news &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I try to keep you sheltered from it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;But somehow it seems, the harder that I try to do that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;The more it backfires on me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;All the things, growin' up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;As daddy, daddy had to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Daddy don't want you to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;But you see just as much as he did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;We did not plan it to be this way, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Your mother and me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;But things have got so bad between us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I don't see us ever being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Together ever again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Like we used to be like when we was teenagers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;But then of course &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Everything always happen for a reason &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I guess it was never meant to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;But it's just something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;We have no control over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;And that's what destiny is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;But no more worries &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Rest your head and go to sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Maybe one day we'll wake up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;And this will all just be a dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Now hush little baby don't you cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Every thing's gonna be all right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Stiffin' that upper lip up little lady I told ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Daddy's here to hold ya through the night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I know mommy's not here right now and we don't know why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;We fear how we feel inside, it may seem a little crazy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Pretty baby but I promise, Mama's gon' be alright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;It's funny, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I remember back one year when daddy had no money &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Mommy wrapped the Christmas presents up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;And stuck 'em under the tree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;And said some of 'em were from me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Cuz daddy couldn't buy 'em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I'll never forget that Christmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I sat up the whole night crying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Cuz daddy felt like a bum, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;See daddy had a job, but his job &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Was to keep the food on the table for you and mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;And at the time every house that we lived in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Either kept getting broken into and robbed or shot up on the block &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;And your mom, was saving money for you in a jar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Tryna to start a piggy bank for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;So you could go to college &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Almost had a thousand dollars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;'Till someone broke in and stole it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;And I know it hurt so bad it broke your mamma's heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;And it seemed like everything was just starting to fall apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Mom and dad was arguing a lot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;So mama moved back on to Chalmers in a flat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;One bedroom apartment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;And dad moved back to the other side of 8 mile on Novara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;And that's when daddy went to California with his CD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;And met Dr. Dre and flew you and Mama out to see me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;But daddy had to work, you and mama had to leave me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Then you started seeing daddy on the TV &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;And mama didn't like it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;And you and Lainnie were too young to understand it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Papa was a rollin' stone, mama developed a habit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;And it all happened too fast for either one of us to grab it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I'm just sorry you were there and had to witness it firsthand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Cuz all I ever wanted to do was just make you proud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Now I'm sittin' in this empty house, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Just reminiscing. Looking at your baby pictures it just tricks me out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;To see how much you both have grown it's almost like you're sisters now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Wow, guess you pretty much are and daddy's still here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Lainnie I'm talking to you too daddy's still here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I like the sound of that, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;It's got a ring to it don't it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Shhh, mama's only gone for the moment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Now hush little baby don't you cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Every thing's gonna be all right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Stiffin' that upper lip up little lady I told ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Daddy's here to hold ya through the night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I know mommy's not here right now and we don't know why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;We fear how we feel inside, it may seem a little crazy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Pretty baby but I promise, mama's gon' be alright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;And if you ask me to, daddy's gonna buy you a mocking bird &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I'ma give you the world, I'ma buy a diamond ring for you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I'ma sing for you, I'll do anything for you to see you smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;And if that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;I'ma break that birdie's neck, I'll go back to the jeweler &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Who sold it to ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;And make him eat every carat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Don't fuck with Dad (ha ha)&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-size:medium;"&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eminem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i like this song... it has a lot of emotion inside.&lt;/i&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/8420299111347614919-4385314002085385642?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/4385314002085385642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=4385314002085385642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/4385314002085385642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/4385314002085385642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2010/03/yeah-i-know-sometimes-things-may-not.html' title='Mockingbird'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-6564453463055687640</id><published>2010-01-02T06:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T06:35:49.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2009, Hello 2010</title><content type='html'>the title says it all! its d second day of the first month of the new year... and i (and the other participants around the country) am going to leave for NS in... 15 minutes. i thought i would at least give the last word so that you people won't miss me too much... *cough* joking *cough*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i'm off for three months, and u won't hear a peep out of me until then. okay, gotta go now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just want to say.. *sob*.. i'm going to miss my tv, computer, anime, manga, books... and yeah. i think that's pretty much it. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ciao! XDXD see you in three months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-6564453463055687640?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/6564453463055687640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=6564453463055687640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/6564453463055687640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/6564453463055687640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodbye-2009-hello-2010.html' title='Goodbye 2009, Hello 2010'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-4320577628728816179</id><published>2009-12-28T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T00:28:30.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>the feeling's back. the feeling of... well, like the many times where i was being left alone. times when no matter how much you want to do something, you just can't do it, because you are not allowed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel so trapped. still... like a little bird locked up in a cage since birth, impossible to be released no matter how much i want to be let go. the feeling's building up, refilling the bottle which held my emotions. the bottle was spilling, but now its filling itself again. fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i see how happy my friends are through their pictures and stuff. how happy they were hanging out together, enjoying themselves. i wonder... what it feels like to be with my friends, hanging out outside of school. it's so painful, just thinking about that, because i know i'll never be able to feel that carefree feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe like a little bird locked up in a cage since birth seems too - lenient. it's more like... like... i'm walking in the pastures as a small kid, and then suddenly i was caught in the thorn bushes. every time i feel like struggling, the thorns tighten around me. as i grow up, the sharper the thorns poking into me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh God, i want to talk to someone. i need to talk to someone... but heh. who has so much time to listen to me, huh? thanks to these thorns, the people i mix with in the end turn their backs and walk on. i know i'm not much to be with, not interesting enough, not... free because of the thorns. so they give up and walk on. i know how tiring it is to be with me, someone who just isn't very exciting to be a friend. i really understand that feeling, because i'm also very fed-up with myself too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what am i going to do? is this going to continue until i die? i cannot believe this. i cannot fight against the thorns. i try not to be weak, but these thorns - i'm so used to them until i would feel lost without them. i'm practically begging, i need help. serious help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's also painful, u know, and pathetic as well, to know that you're not wanted. partly because i can't keep up, partly because... ah. what the heck. i don't see why i even existed. why do i exist? what's the point...? sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-4320577628728816179?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/4320577628728816179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=4320577628728816179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/4320577628728816179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/4320577628728816179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2009/12/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-6494204286032997701</id><published>2009-12-25T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T00:35:29.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>i'm sitting in the living room, next to the balcony's glass door with the curtain drawn, using my computer and typing this right now. i've been thinking this for quite some time: SPM's over! i"m free!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now, its Christmas Day. My family and I went to church and then drove all the way to Negeri Sembilan to check out the PLKN camp which i am assigned to go to. it was scary... because it looked just like the camp i joined (and left the next day because i had an appointment back home) in June.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;National Service just wasn't the idea i had in mind to spend my after-school holidays. before June came, i was always thinking that i'll get a job before i get my SPM results (my best option, i hope) to sign up for college. but dang, guess God had other plans for me. going camping is a 'not bad' idea, but for three months in the jungle where all the insects are?? if i had a choice, i'd pass - definitely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these few weeks after i finished SPM, i have to say i kinda wasted it by doing absolutely nothing. but recently my sister introduced a new manga with its anime to me. suddenly, my world became so much brighter... haha! but ridiculously, she did that a week ago. the manga's not even completed yet. sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh. now i'm sitting here comfortably (just don't ask how) and realizing that NS is going to be... next Saturday. oh my gosh. for those who are not chosen and are probably gloating by now, this is very nerve-wrecking... really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*laughs* this is a silent night lol. signing out now -  hinoiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-6494204286032997701?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/6494204286032997701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=6494204286032997701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/6494204286032997701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/6494204286032997701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2009/12/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-3800419306008174755</id><published>2009-11-21T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T21:07:39.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note To God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;If I wrote a note to God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I would speak what's in my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I'd ask for all the hate to be swept away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;For love to overflow&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;If I wrote a note to God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I'd pour my heart out on each page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I'd ask for war to end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;And for peace to mend this world&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;I'd say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I'd say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I'd say&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;Give us the strength to make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Help us find love, 'cause love is overdue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;And it seems like so much is going wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;On this road we're on&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;If I wrote a note to God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I'd say please help us find a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;End all the bitterness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Put some tenderness in our hearts&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;I'd say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I'd say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I'd say&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;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Give us the strength to make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Help us find love, 'cause love is overdue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;And it looks like we haven't got a clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Need some help from you&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;Grant us the faith to carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Give us hope when it seems all hope is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;'Cause it seems like so much is going wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;On this road we're on&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;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;No&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;We can't do it on our own&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;So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;So&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;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;(Give us the strength to make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Help us find love, 'cause love is overdue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;And it looks like we haven't got a clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Need some help&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;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Grant us the faith to carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Give us hope when it seems all hope is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;'Cause it seems like so much is going wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;On this road we're on&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;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;(No) We can't do it on our own&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;(So)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;So&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;If I wrote a note to God&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="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Charice Pempengco&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-size: small;"&gt;P.S. This girl's 17 years old (same age as me) &amp;amp; is a Filipino.&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/8420299111347614919-3800419306008174755?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/3800419306008174755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=3800419306008174755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/3800419306008174755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/3800419306008174755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2009/11/note-to-god.html' title='Note To God'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-1536430223000844301</id><published>2009-10-08T12:27:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T19:56:05.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Junior</title><content type='html'>Yep, the title says it all! I suddenly became a huge fan of Super Junior =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390082460116116370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/Ss1rcIlI45I/AAAAAAAAAI8/e3usK9u1AQg/s400/Super+Junior.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha this snapshot was during the time they were making the "U" music video (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;). but either way, they look damn hot &lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;there are a few songs from them that manage to push into my 'favourite songs' list XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Super Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Super Junior M) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The One I Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(Super Junior K.R.Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Monster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Rokkugo&lt;/span&gt; (Super Junior T)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; (Super Junior M)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Haengbok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Don't Don&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dancing Out&lt;/span&gt; (this one was filmed in Malaysia!!! in KL, might i add)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but i'll add some more when i return here... at the end of the year or starting next year. i just couldn't help it but want to specifically put up a post about them. i apologize though, i need a lot of time if i want to regain my touch on blogging. haha at the end of the year, i promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-1536430223000844301?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/1536430223000844301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=1536430223000844301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/1536430223000844301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/1536430223000844301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2009/10/super-junior.html' title='Super Junior'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/Ss1rcIlI45I/AAAAAAAAAI8/e3usK9u1AQg/s72-c/Super+Junior.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-2232486156354684332</id><published>2009-08-20T11:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T11:25:56.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All At Once</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;All at once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I finally took a moment and I'm realizing that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;You're not coming back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And it finally hit me all at once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;All at once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I started counting teardrops and at least a million fell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;My eyes began to swell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And all my dreams were shattered all at once &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Ever since I met you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;You're the only love I've known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And I can't forget you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Though I must face it all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;All at once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I'm drifting on a lonely sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Wishing you'd come back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And that's all that matters now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;All at once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I'm drifting on a lonely sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Holding on to memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And it hurts me more than you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;So much more than it shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;All at once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;All at once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I looked around and found that you were with another love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;In someone else's arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And all my dreams were shattered, all at once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;All at once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;The smile that used to greet me brightened someone else's day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;She took your smile away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And left me with just memories, all at once &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;all at once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I'm drifting on a lonely sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Wishing you'd come back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And it hurts me more than you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;So much more than it shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;All at once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And that's all that matters now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;All at once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And im drifting on a lonely sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Whitney Houston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. secretly, i dedicated this to someone. then again, no one will ever know who this person actually is ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-2232486156354684332?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/2232486156354684332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=2232486156354684332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/2232486156354684332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/2232486156354684332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-at-once.html' title='All At Once'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-5550044175711719679</id><published>2009-08-09T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:05:14.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Belong With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;She's going off about something that you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And she'll never know your story like I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But she wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;She's Cheer Captain and I'm on the bleachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;That what you're looking for has been here the whole time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;If you could see that I'm the one who understands you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Been here all along, so why can't you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You, you belong with me, you belong with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Walking the streets with you and your worn-out jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Laughing on a park bench, thinking to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hey, isn't this easy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You say you're fine, I know you better than that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hey, what ya doing with a girl like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;She wears high heels, I wear sneakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;She's Cheer Captain and I'm on the bleachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;That what you're looking for has been here the whole time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;If you could see that I'm the one who understands you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Been here all along, so why can't you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You belong with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Standing by and waiting at your back door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;All this time how could you not know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Baby, you belong with me, you belong with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Oh, I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're 'bout to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And I know your favorite songs and you tell me 'bout your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Think I know where you belong, think I know it's with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Been here all along, so why can't you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You belong with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Standing by and waiting at your back door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;All this time, how could you not know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Baby, you belong with me, you belong with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You belong with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Have you ever thought just maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You belong with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You belong with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. reminds me when i was 16... ^^'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-5550044175711719679?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/5550044175711719679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=5550044175711719679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/5550044175711719679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/5550044175711719679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-belong-with-me.html' title='You Belong With Me'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-8045291155820299331</id><published>2009-07-03T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:40:15.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLKN</title><content type='html'>Program Latihan Khidmat Negara : Nasional Service Malaysia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I GOT SELECTED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu... no way... i don't want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what can i do? can't fight with government anyway. yeah... i'm announcing to the world now... T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-8045291155820299331?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/8045291155820299331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=8045291155820299331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/8045291155820299331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/8045291155820299331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2009/07/plkn.html' title='PLKN'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-6631265150565563415</id><published>2009-06-28T22:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:34:24.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last-Minute Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;as the title says... LAST-MINUTE POST!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;honestly! computer-celibacy is so... frustrating! no more entertainment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;major exam coming up in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - i ain't ready yet! T.T i feel so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;kelam-kabut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... It's like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm running here and there in circles, finding no peace until next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Sob* i feel tension... stress... craziness... stupidness... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh, wait. i think i'm going crazy. you hear me? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'M TURNING CRAZY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just wanna say &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;GOOD LUCK&lt;/span&gt; to my friends (you know who you are..). SPM trial's the closest... God will help too, i'm sure of it ^^ &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;don't give up&lt;/span&gt; either, we only have a few more months before... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now - i sleep. nitez XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. this post was supposed to be nicer - paragraphs here and there. but there's something  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;seriously wrong with this particular blog... so bear with it for a little while... it's ugly, i know.&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/8420299111347614919-6631265150565563415?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/6631265150565563415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=6631265150565563415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/6631265150565563415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/6631265150565563415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-minute-post.html' title='Last-Minute Post'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-1492521467553133315</id><published>2009-06-20T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:04:43.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Surprise</title><content type='html'>I've practiced this for hours, gone round and round&lt;br /&gt;And now I think that I've got it all down&lt;br /&gt;And as I say it louder, I love how it sounds&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not taking the easy way out&lt;br /&gt;Not wrappin' this in ribbons&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't have to give a reason why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came out like a river once I let it out&lt;br /&gt;When I thought that I wouldn't know how&lt;br /&gt;Held onto it forever, just pushing it down&lt;br /&gt;Felt so good to let go of it now&lt;br /&gt;Not wrapping this in ribbons&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't have to give a reason why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;It's no surprise I won't be here tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I stayed till today&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing here in this heart left to borrow&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing here in this soul left to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be surprised when we hate this tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;God knows we tried to find an easier way&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you and I will be a tough act to follow&lt;br /&gt;But I know in time we'll find this was no surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our favorite place we used to go&lt;br /&gt;The warm embrace that no one knows&lt;br /&gt;The loving look that's left your eyes&lt;br /&gt;That's why this comes as no&lt;br /&gt;As no surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could see the future and how this plays out&lt;br /&gt;I bet it's better than where we are now&lt;br /&gt;But after going through this&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to see the reason why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;It's no surprise I won't be here tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I stayed till today&lt;br /&gt;(stayed till today)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you and I will be a tough act to follow&lt;br /&gt;But I know in time we'll find this was no surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our favorite place we used to go&lt;br /&gt;The warm embrace that no one knows&lt;br /&gt;The loving look that's left your eyes&lt;br /&gt;But I know in time we'll find this was no surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Chris Daughtry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-1492521467553133315?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/1492521467553133315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=1492521467553133315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/1492521467553133315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/1492521467553133315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-surprise.html' title='No Surprise'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-8031771937412845097</id><published>2009-06-11T23:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:14:30.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatin' On the Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now this will be the last time you did me wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No more laying up in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No calling, saying you want me back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm packing my bags, what you think about that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I stayed at home like a good girl do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But tonight baby you got me sad and blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just heard about the girl in your car, y'all kissing at the bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Got me crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh, you got me hatin' on the club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'Cause you took my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh you took my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now you got me like whoahhh (why..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You got me hatin' on the club (why..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You took my love (why..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why'd you have to take my love (why..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Whoahh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And you can be mad at me all you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I ain't coming in, I'll be waiting out front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Coming out the door with your girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You did me wrong, boy tell me where our love went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I stayed at home like a good girl do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now you got me sad and blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just heard about the girl in your car, y'all kissing at the bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Got me crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh, you got me hatin' on the club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'Cause you took my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh you took my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now you got me like whoahhh (why..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You got me hatin' on the club (why..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You took my love (why..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why'd you have to take my love (why..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Whoahh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now this is the sound of a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There's only one reason why we're apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She never would've made it to your car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If it wasn't for the club, I'd still have my love (I'd still have my love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We would still have us (We would still have us)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'd still have my love (I'd still have my love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We would still have us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But now we're like whoah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh, you got me hatin' on the club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You took my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh you took my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You got her hatin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Boy you got her hatin on ohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You got her hatin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Boy you got her hatin on ohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You got her hatin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Boy you got her hatin on the club, club, club, club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rihanna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-8031771937412845097?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/8031771937412845097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=8031771937412845097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/8031771937412845097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/8031771937412845097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2009/06/hatin-on-club.html' title='Hatin&apos; On the Club'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-8768710490041148809</id><published>2009-06-03T13:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:34:39.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch My Hand</title><content type='html'>Saw you from a distance&lt;br /&gt;Saw you from the stage&lt;br /&gt;Something about the look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Something about your beautiful face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a sea of people&lt;br /&gt;There is only you&lt;br /&gt;I never knew what the song was about&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly now I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to reach out to you,&lt;br /&gt;touch my hand&lt;br /&gt;Reach out as far as you can&lt;br /&gt;Only me, only you, and the band&lt;br /&gt;Trying to reach out to you, touch my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t let the music stop&lt;br /&gt;Can’t let this feeling end&lt;br /&gt;Cause if I do it’ll all be over, I’ll never see you again&lt;br /&gt;Can’t let the music stop&lt;br /&gt;Until I touch your hand&lt;br /&gt;Cause if I do it’ll all be over, I’ll never get the chance again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never get the chance again&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never get the chance again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the sparkle of a million flashlights&lt;br /&gt;A wonderwall of stars&lt;br /&gt;But the one that’s shining out so bright is the one right where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to reach out to you,&lt;br /&gt;touch my hand&lt;br /&gt;Reach out as far as you can&lt;br /&gt;Only me, only you, and the band&lt;br /&gt;Trying to reach out to you, touch my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t let the music stop&lt;br /&gt;Can’t let this feeling end&lt;br /&gt;Cause if I do it’ll all be over, I’ll never see you again&lt;br /&gt;Can’t let the music stop&lt;br /&gt;Until I touch your hand&lt;br /&gt;Cause if I do it’ll all be over, I’ll never get the chance again&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never get the chance again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw you from the distance&lt;br /&gt;Saw you from the stage&lt;br /&gt;Something about the look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Something about your beautiful face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t let the music stop&lt;br /&gt;Can’t let this feeling end&lt;br /&gt;Cause if I do it’ll all be over, I’ll never see you again&lt;br /&gt;Can’t let the music stop&lt;br /&gt;Until I touch your hand&lt;br /&gt;Cause if I do it’ll all be over, I’ll never get the chance again&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never get the chance again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t let the music stop&lt;br /&gt;Can’t let this feeling end&lt;br /&gt;Cause if I do it’ll all be over, I’ll never see you again&lt;br /&gt;Can’t let the music stop&lt;br /&gt;Until I touch your hands&lt;br /&gt;Cause if I do it’ll all be over, I’ll never get the chance again&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never get the chance again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to reach out to you, touch my hand&lt;br /&gt;Reach out as far as you can&lt;br /&gt;Only me, only you, and the band&lt;br /&gt;Trying to reach out to you, touch my hand&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-by &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;David Archuleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-8768710490041148809?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/8768710490041148809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=8768710490041148809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/8768710490041148809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/8768710490041148809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2009/06/touch-my-hand.html' title='Touch My Hand'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-5720094766128637277</id><published>2009-05-22T17:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:13:15.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>ah... it's the... 22nd May. how shameful... but i just wanna say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my best friend &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;FELFEL&lt;/span&gt; - this post was supposed to be posted on the 19th, but i wasn't even at home til... 1.oo a.m. yeah, so i slept immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pathetic, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just wanna say &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;God Bless&lt;/span&gt; to my bff and i &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; that she's going to have a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;great year&lt;/span&gt;, even though there's SPM to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;don't change much&lt;/span&gt;, fel, and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;keep the &lt;strong&gt;super nice and sweet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *ahem*, and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy-go-lucky attitude&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! because... well, these are the reasons why people like you so much XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Happy Birthday again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i'm really sorry this post is late... how &lt;em&gt;embarassing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-5720094766128637277?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/5720094766128637277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=5720094766128637277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/5720094766128637277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/5720094766128637277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-7724002084194243458</id><published>2009-05-01T21:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:42:44.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanazakarino Kimitachihe</title><content type='html'>you know, i've known this shown for so many years... and i never knew the title of the movie. well, the title is japanese: &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Hanazakarino Kimitachihe&lt;/span&gt;, and the language is mandarin. obviously, i relied on the subtitles. the movie is really hilarious and sweet, as most of you would know. since i hadn't done anything to this blog, i figured i'd put something random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330863501583546258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SfsIHE37d5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/Jd0swq__foM/s400/Hanazakarino+Kimitachihe+-+movie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the guy on the left is &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wu Chun&lt;/span&gt; (super cute!) and the guy on the right is &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jiro Wang&lt;/span&gt; (pretty cute, but Wu Chun cuter ^^). both guys are from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fahrenheit&lt;/span&gt;. the one in the middle is &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ella&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S.H.E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah... and there's the awesomest manga too... (okay, &lt;em&gt;one &lt;/em&gt;of the awesomest...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330867430733312898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SfsLryGO84I/AAAAAAAAAIk/pSq1FIdkwsw/s400/Hanazakarino+Kimitachihe+-+manga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i'm easily obsessed with these kind of stuff... trust me, i'm easily amused in this category.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah... i can't say much here... not sure what to say. i can't tell much on the synopsis of this story, for some reasons. but if you want to, you can always ask my sister. she was the one who made a lot of research and watched the series on youtube.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i don't have any time to watch or read the manga. i have a lot of studying to do until november comes. so, this blog will feel dead at times... *apologies pouring out from an Apology Bucket now*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, that's all for now, i guess... (wow, it feels like an advertisement post...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is a random post. ja ne ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-7724002084194243458?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/7724002084194243458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=7724002084194243458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/7724002084194243458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/7724002084194243458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2009/05/hanazakarino-kimitachihe.html' title='Hanazakarino Kimitachihe'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SfsIHE37d5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/Jd0swq__foM/s72-c/Hanazakarino+Kimitachihe+-+movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-1291274879571835354</id><published>2009-04-09T19:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:30:56.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questionnare tagged by 'even smarter' Cher Maine XD</title><content type='html'>1. What do you think about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i dunno.... you tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Honestly, how should i know? i mean, it's for you to judge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you could make any character come to life, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;well... if you asked me last year, i would have said Edward Cullen. but now, i say Kuran&lt;br /&gt;Kaname from Vampire Knight ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you regretted anything you did before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Who hasn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Name two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Erm... there's so many. i can't just sort two out... well, that's because i can't think of any right&lt;br /&gt;now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you liked someone the opposite sex before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;well, i'm certainly not lesbian. of course i've liked someone of the opp sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Name five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;TOTALLY PRIVATE!!! (KEEP OUT!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How are you feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tired. i'm having shoulder and back cramp from doing this questionnare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What will most probably happen tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;funny you should mention. it's Good Friday tomorrow (no school!)... but, i think its gonna be&lt;br /&gt;an ordinary day as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who do you want to see most RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;no one really...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;YES!!! XDXD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you love him? What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i don't even understand the question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you ever talked sick with your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOL not really...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Are ppl the opposite sex involved in your conversations too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;to be perfectly honest, i can't remember when was the last time i had a real conversation&lt;br /&gt;with one of the opposite sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you want to achieve now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my SPM. as in, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; good results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Name 6 friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. Fel Yong&lt;br /&gt;2. Joe Yee&lt;br /&gt;3. Fel Wee&lt;br /&gt;4. Rachel Hee&lt;br /&gt;5. Cher Maine&lt;br /&gt;6. Diviniya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Describe 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;er... this is hard. a really sweet girl, i can tell you that. a real extrovert ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who do you love more? 1 or 4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;please. i never choose like that. both are still my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Use one word to describe 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;among all people. what a coincidence. ok... funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If the world is coming to an end, what would you say to 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Joe, remember... God's always with you. now... AHHHHHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag 5 people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. Rachel&lt;br /&gt;2. Fel Yong&lt;br /&gt;3. Hazel (sorry! ^^')&lt;br /&gt;4. Chan Mann&lt;br /&gt;5. ... any1 who wants can do it too ^^'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-1291274879571835354?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/1291274879571835354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=1291274879571835354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/1291274879571835354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/1291274879571835354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2009/04/questionnare-tagged-by-even-smarter.html' title='Questionnare tagged by &apos;even smarter&apos; Cher Maine XD'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-5116488182737763443</id><published>2009-03-16T22:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:18:35.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 truths tagged by 'smart' Germaine XD</title><content type='html'>001. Real name: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sya Sook Yin Kimberly (when did i have a fake name?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;002. Nickname(s): &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Kim, Kimmy, Kimbol, Kimbolly, Kimberry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;003. Age: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;erm... 17, this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;004. Horoscope: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;005. Male or Female: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;006. Elementary: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tadika Sri Indah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;007. Middle School: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SK Taman Kosas, SK Bukit Indah, SR Sri Sempurna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;008. High School: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SM Sri Sempurna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;009. College schook: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hopefully Monash?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;010. Hair colour: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;011. Long or short: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;012. Loud or Quiet: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;no idea. you decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;013. Sweats or Jeans: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;014. Phone or Camera: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;015. Health freak: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Not that i know of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;016. Drink or Smoke: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Neither.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;eh... not at the moment, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;018. Eat or Drink: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;lol... both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;019. Piercings: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ears (one each)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;020. Tattoos: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;oh i would love one (temporary XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;021. Social or Anti-Social: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm trying to be social&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;022. Righty or Lefty: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Righty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Firsts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;023. First piercing: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;age 7, i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;024. First relationship: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;025. First Best Friend: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Leah Shael Padman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;026. First Award: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;British Council Exams / Yamaha Piano Exams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;027. First Kiss: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;028. First Pet: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2 hamsters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;029. First Big Vacation: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;India, when i was still a baby =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;030. First Love at first sight: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A Malay boy, i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;031. First Big Birthday: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i have no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;032. First Surgery: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Age 9 or 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;033. First sport you joined:&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Squash, badminton, football&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This or That&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;034. Orange or Apple Juice: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Apple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;035. Rock or Rap: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;erm, neither, i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;036. Country or Screamo: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;037. NSYNC or Backstreet boys: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Backstreet Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;038. Britney spears or Christina Aguilera: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Britney Spears, i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;039. Night or Day: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Night - with stars *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;040. Sun or Moon: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;041. TV or Internet: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;042. Playstation or xbox: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Playstation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;043. Kiss or hug: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;044. Iguana or turtle: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Turtle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;045. Spider or bee: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;kill them both *shiver*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;046. Fall or spring: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;047. Limewire or iTunes: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Limewire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;048. Soccer or baseball: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Soccer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Currently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;049. Eating: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;050. Drinking: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;051. Excitement level: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;052. I'm about to: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;053. Listening to: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Il Divo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;054. Plan for today: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;055. Waiting for: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me to finish this.. my fingers are painful, just typing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;056. Energy level: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you tell me. i'm about to doze off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;057. Thinking of someone: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;058. Want kids: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;059. Want to get married: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Erm, sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;060. When: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When i'm older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;061. How many kids do you want: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;As long as i can handle them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;062. Any name in mind: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Isabel, i think (hey! i like that name, ok?? don't get me wrong!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;063. What did you want to be when you were little: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Waitress/Cashier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;064. Careers in mind: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pharmacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;065. Mellow future or wild: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Balanced would be nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;066. Something you would never try: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Liking an insect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;067. When do you want to die: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'll let God decide on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Which is the better in the boy/girl you like (in the future)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;068. Lips or Eyes: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;069. Romantic or Funny: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;070. Shorter or Taller: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Taller (duh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;071. Protective or Caring: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;072. Romantic or Spontaneous: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Romantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;073. Nice Stomach or Nice Arms: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Does it really matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;074. Sensitive or Loud: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Balanced would be nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;075. Hooked-up or Relationship: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;076. Trouble Maker or Hesitant: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Neither.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;077. Muscular or Normal: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;No idea. just not too muscular...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Have you ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;078. Kissed a stranger: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;eew, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;079. Broken a bone: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;080. Lost glasses or contacts: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;not that i could recall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;081. ran away from home: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;. where would i go then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;082. Held a gun/knife for self defense: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;whoa, i hoped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;083. Killed somebody: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;What on earth for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;084. Broken someone's heart:&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;085. Had your heart broken:&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; A little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;086. Been arrested: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;oh hell no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;087. Cried when someone died: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;088. Liked a friend more than a friend: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sad to say, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Do you believe in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;089. Yourself: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;...I'm not sure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;091. Love at first sight: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;No, don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;092. Heaven: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;YES! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;093. Santa Claus: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Haha, i used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;094. Tooth fairy: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;EW, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;095. Kiss in the first date: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;096. Angels: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hmm, i guess so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Answer Truthfully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;097. Is there 1 person you want to be with right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;eh? no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;098. Are you seriously happy with where you're in life now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, for now, definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;099. Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Of course i do! XDXD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Post as 100 truths and tag 10 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felicia Yong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel Sya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valerie Sya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cher Maine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hazel Tan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa.. i'm done XD&lt;br /&gt;now i can go to sleep... haha tks germaine ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-5116488182737763443?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/5116488182737763443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=5116488182737763443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/5116488182737763443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/5116488182737763443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2009/03/100-truths-tagged-by-smart-germaine-xd.html' title='100 truths tagged by &apos;smart&apos; Germaine XD'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-8692071545905324361</id><published>2009-03-09T18:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:32:18.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Story</title><content type='html'>Hehz, for those who know me, well, they know my condition. there is no way in hell i'll announce my problem on this blog ^^ anyway, as usual, i was thinking of an essay to write (for my group's oral exam) when i found my perfect inspiration: &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taylor Swift's Love Story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, its a weird way to get inspired, but oh well. i really love this song's lyrics... its like a real love story - that will never happen... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;We were both young when I first saw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I close my eyes and the flashback starts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I'm standing there on a balcony in summer air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;See you make your way through the crowd and say hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Little did I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;And I was crying on the staircase,begging you, 'Please, don't go.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;And I said,"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;It's a love story - baby just say 'Yes.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;So I sneak out to the garden to see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;We keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;So close your eyes, escape this town for a little while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;And my daddy said "Stay away from Juliet,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;But you were everything to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I was begging you, 'Please, don't go,'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;And I said,"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;It's a love story - baby just say 'Yes.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Romeo save me; they're tryin' to tell me how to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;This love is difficult, but it's real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;It's a love story - baby just say 'Yes.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Oh, I got tired of waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Wondering if you were ever comin' around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;My faith in you was fading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;When I met you on the outskirts of town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;And I said,"Romeo save me - I've been feeling so alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I keep waiting for you but you never come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Is this in my head? I don't know what to think-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"Marry me, Juliet. you'll never have to be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I love you and that's all I really know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;It's a love story - baby just say 'Yes.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Oh, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;We were both young when I first saw you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;excuse my obsession in random songs... that's just how i am. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-8692071545905324361?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/8692071545905324361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=8692071545905324361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/8692071545905324361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/8692071545905324361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-story.html' title='Love Story'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-2010597490422879664</id><published>2009-02-14T21:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:23:42.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be My Valentine?</title><content type='html'>sigh, Valentine's Day is here! LOVE is in the air... i can feel it! it feels... nauseating. anyway... i would like to say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to all my best friends, friends, family... (i feel like i just won an Emmy Award). thank you for being there all the time... really appreciate it! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SZbSlQ88hnI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ntir4FPCulQ/s1600-h/Valentine%27s+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302657148922922610" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SZbSlQ88hnI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ntir4FPCulQ/s400/Valentine%27s+Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;spend full amount with your loved ones, guys! you will never know what can happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;*many hugs and kisses*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-2010597490422879664?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/2010597490422879664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=2010597490422879664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/2010597490422879664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/2010597490422879664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-my-valentine.html' title='Be My Valentine?'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SZbSlQ88hnI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ntir4FPCulQ/s72-c/Valentine%27s+Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-5042692528889807881</id><published>2009-02-02T19:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:21:35.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream, Dream...</title><content type='html'>guess what? i saw, first-hand, a really nice device that i've seen only on displays in shopping malls. they call it the &lt;strong&gt;iPod Classic (5th generation)&lt;/strong&gt;. 60 GB, and i went, "Oo la la..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL here's a picture of them... in two colours:&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&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SYbUwj9tM4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RM58MA4ifSo/s1600-h/iPod+(fifth+Generation).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298155942400832386" style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SYbUwj9tM4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RM58MA4ifSo/s400/iPod+(fifth+Generation).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SYbU-iBHpUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CN4FmgYMf1Q/s1600-h/iPod+(fifth+Generation)+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298156182396446018" style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SYbU-iBHpUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CN4FmgYMf1Q/s400/iPod+(fifth+Generation)+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;now there's a new iPod Classic. 120 GB for a reasonable price... here it is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SZbYAhHrLpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/98-EI_f-EoY/s1600-h/iPod+120+GB+black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302663114677497490" style="WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SZbYAhHrLpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/98-EI_f-EoY/s400/iPod+120+GB+black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SZbYM3XGJfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/hoyFMLsleeI/s1600-h/iPod+120+GB+white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302663326806189554" style="WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SZbYM3XGJfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/hoyFMLsleeI/s400/iPod+120+GB+white.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;cool, isn't it? haha, it looks so... hi-tech. lol, that's all for now, i should think. okay, till next time...&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/8420299111347614919-5042692528889807881?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/5042692528889807881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=5042692528889807881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/5042692528889807881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/5042692528889807881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2009/02/dream-dream.html' title='Dream, Dream...'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SYbUwj9tM4I/AAAAAAAAAGY/RM58MA4ifSo/s72-c/iPod+(fifth+Generation).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-2717606335371724907</id><published>2009-01-27T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:41:21.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates?</title><content type='html'>well, wow. it's been how long, since i left this thing alone...? almost four weeks. haha what a month. not much had happened, but then again, its only January, for crying out loud! well, let's go through the list of things i've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my most crucial year, as my classmates and friends and i will be sitting for our major government exam in November (i think). so i've been studying, studying, studying... well, it's not like i had any other choice, now do i? my mother has cut my computer privileges to only two days a week (weekends. even my weekends are booked with tuitions and plenty of homework!), stopped me from reading my fictional story books... oh man, this is &lt;em&gt;torture&lt;/em&gt;! no reading??? this is too much. i hope all this studying will pay off eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year, i'm a senior in school... my last year in school. somehow, i don't feel sad... neither do i feel ecstatic. i cannot believe all my once-in-a-lifetime dreams are taken away by &lt;em&gt;certain&lt;/em&gt; people. since i was a kid, i always wanted to do things i see the seniors do in school. &lt;em&gt;responsible&lt;/em&gt; things, might i add. my mother will kill me if she caught me doing bad stuff. i worked so hard... so damn hard to achieve these dreams, only to be taken away by some... (i don't have the heart to call them names) ding dongs! they don't even know the school long enough, and they snatch all the positions they can get. i hate this year's school system. they changed everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, there's the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt;... where we get plenty of angpau (red packets) filled with very little money. haha, that's ok, as long as there's money in it ^^ i ate plenty, so i'll have to go on an even more strict diet after this festival. Happy Chinese New Year to all you people XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's all for the time being. when i get back to school, who knows what will happen? well, for one, i can already see that it's back to business. no more games, it's studying time! oh, i hope we'll get through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this is post no. 28, with Kimmy signing out! till next time... =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-2717606335371724907?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/2717606335371724907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=2717606335371724907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/2717606335371724907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/2717606335371724907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2009/01/updates.html' title='Updates?'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-8475427285152512868</id><published>2009-01-04T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:15:03.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Note</title><content type='html'>well, people, this is it. school's starting tomorrow, so i won't be able to use my computer for a long time. since it is my crucial year, now in 2009, there would probably be less updates... and stuff. i am so going to miss this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have actually gotten an earful just to use this computer for a few minutes to type this post. so this post must seem very boring, right? i can't think straight because i am going to get another earful when i shut down soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i hope i would be able to &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt; do one or two updates. maybe, just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, don't miss me too much... LOL tch... yeah right XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you again soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-8475427285152512868?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/8475427285152512868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=8475427285152512868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/8475427285152512868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/8475427285152512868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2009/01/note.html' title='A Note'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-1997224225951122201</id><published>2008-12-31T23:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:56:59.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOH!</title><content type='html'>okay, it is officially &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;year 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and to those who read &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; do not read this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitterfy.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img10.glitterfy.com/graphics/349/New_Yearbaby.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitterfy.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glitterfy.com - Glitter Graphics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as a little gift... i would like to dedicate this video to you all! this is my favourite song; hope you all enjoy it ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mObouU6xacs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mObouU6xacs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-1997224225951122201?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/1997224225951122201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=1997224225951122201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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saturday, i woke up at 7am and left the house an hour later. i went somewhere (not tellin'!) and then joined my family to go shopping. shop, shop, shop... til we came back home at 11pm. sigh... i really do not have the stamina for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in between, we landed in Pavilion. so my aunt whisked off to J.CO to buy some doughnuts. now, normally i do not favour these kind of stuff - sweet, sweet things - but somehow, i find myself making an exception =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, before anyone managed to take a piece, i snapped a picture (",) of the box. &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; box, more like. the rest landed in the hands of my aunt and cousin. this is what it looked like at first (after a little alteration):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SUh3A1ksCgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/44510aBMosk/s1600-h/DSCN2234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280601419356572162" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SUh3A1ksCgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/44510aBMosk/s400/DSCN2234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a very nice picture... but still; this is what it looked like &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; my father ate them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SUh33eQhJII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/E3dE5UAK3LQ/s1600-h/DSCN2236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280602357990761602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SUh33eQhJII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/E3dE5UAK3LQ/s400/DSCN2236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;two pieces... he &lt;em&gt;ate&lt;/em&gt; two pieces. oh well. as a closing, here's another picture:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SUh8mNpnBkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/r1wrU0QEV5E/s1600-h/DSCN2235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280607559032964674" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SUh8mNpnBkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/r1wrU0QEV5E/s400/DSCN2235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;do you see that cup and doughnut sitting together?? oh my goodness, they look so &lt;em&gt;cute&lt;/em&gt; together XD haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-5158487722210818387?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/5158487722210818387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=5158487722210818387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/5158487722210818387'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-6257915228654060320</id><published>2008-12-08T14:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:57:27.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>for the first time in so long, my holidays are actually &lt;em&gt;hectic. &lt;/em&gt;as in, shopping almost every single day. honestly, that was definitely not my idea of occupying my time during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such as, yesterday, thirteen of my family members and i drove up to Ipoh, spent the whole day there and finally, with some of us at the verge of having a gastric, had dinner back in Ampang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday, i woke up at about seven in the morning... and came back at about eleven at night. in between, we went from one place to another. oh man, i've never felt so exhausted in my life!! i still can't feel my legs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, i am sitting blissfully in front of my problematic computer, just enjoying the broken technology ^^'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, these complains are empty. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;better to enjoy your holidays now, because when school starts, it is going to be one hell of a hellride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, i always think, and i think its true :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-6257915228654060320?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/6257915228654060320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=6257915228654060320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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title means, it is actually &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Twilight &lt;/span&gt;in Japanese. and no, i ain't gonna talk about &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;twilight&lt;/span&gt;, i'm going to talk about the MOVIE!!!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 27th of november, my sister (huge fan), my mum (knows a little - next to zilch) and i (huge fan) went to a cinema to watch. not surprisingly, only half of the room was filled. i didn't mind. though, i did mind some &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;smart people&lt;/span&gt; (even i have no idea who were they) started giggling and laughing at the corner for no good reason. &lt;ahem&gt;idiots &lt;ahem&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have to say... the show was AWESOME!!! now i definitely am &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; going to say anything about the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;insides&lt;/span&gt; of the movie, cos then it would be just &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;spoiler&lt;/span&gt;! but i have to say, no offense, people, i still prefer the books. but, haha, the movie is just as beautiful ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a little picture in the movie... i just feel like putting a picture here ^^'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twilightguide.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Twilight-Movie-Pictures" src="http://twilightguide.com/tg/wp-content/themes/Aspire/graphics/cat/twilight-movie-photos/cullens-cafeteria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twilightguide.com/"&gt;Twilight Merchandise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-8242526911916442946?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/8242526911916442946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=8242526911916442946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Something happened for the first time deep inside&lt;br /&gt;It was a rush, what a rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the possibility&lt;br /&gt;That you would ever feel the same way about me&lt;br /&gt;It's just too much, just too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth?&lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is you&lt;br /&gt;You've got me hypnotized, so mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;And I've just got to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think when you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we can be, where this thing can go?&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch your breath when I look at you?&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back like the way I do?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm trying and trying to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain't going away...&lt;br /&gt;Away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it ever crossed your mind&lt;br /&gt;When we're hanging, spending time, girl, are we just friends?&lt;br /&gt;Is there more, is there more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it's a chance we've gotta take,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I believe that we can make this into something that will last&lt;br /&gt;Last forever, forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think when you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we can be, where this thing can go?&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch your breath when I look at you?&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back like the way I do?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm trying and trying to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain't going away...&lt;br /&gt;Going away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth?&lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is you&lt;br /&gt;You've got me hypnotized, so mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;And I've just got to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think when you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we can be, where this thing can go?&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch your breath when I look at you?&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back like the way I do?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm trying and trying to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain't going away...&lt;br /&gt;(This crush ain't) Going away...&lt;br /&gt;Going away...&lt;br /&gt;Going away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;David Archuleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; - I love this song... it just captivates me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-2815494716716805505?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-6118833496839528445</id><published>2008-11-17T20:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:35:52.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring much?</title><content type='html'>looking outside my window (or the balcony, more like), i see... darkness - it's night time. haha, i am so bored that i have nothing better to do but to create a new post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see... today, since i woke up, i have been staring at my computer. i went through my usual websites... and then i started randomly surfing the net. i was so bored i could &lt;em&gt;cry&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, in the afternoon after lunch, my family and i went around places doing stuff - yeah, stuff - and then we went home, an hour and a half later. haha guess what i did then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's right people, computer... &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear, if this goes on, i'm gonna have a nervous breakdown. i tried reading a book, but as interesting as the plot goes, i can't seem to get a comfortable position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in conclusion, i spent my entire day in front of the computer. it's so boring (i can scream and bawl my eyes out and it won't change a thing!) T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an empty-meaning post, i apologize for that. this is what boredom can do to me... ^^'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-6118833496839528445?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/6118833496839528445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=6118833496839528445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/6118833496839528445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/6118833496839528445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2008/11/boring-much.html' title='Boring much?'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-1206838375002400578</id><published>2008-11-12T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:19:19.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advantages</title><content type='html'>call me stupid if you want to, but seriously, i have no idea how i managed to keep this up for so long. i am like a dumb dog that just lets people push it around just to please them. i am actually amazed at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't normal people get angry when someone pushes them around? don't normal people usually get revenge for taking advantage of them? hmm... well, i never did like the idea of me being normal anyway *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like i do not have a single sense of dignity about myself. maybe i just don't care about myself. hah, what do you think about that? i just... let people have their way with me (but really, i do not let them got &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; far, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i do not do something, if i do not change this situation... who knows what might happen next? already i have been sweared and yelled at for a practically useless reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if there IS one thing i have not yet learned how to do, is change who i am. maybe i have recently done that, but only when i am unaware of the change. but when i am aware, i feel scared just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as stupid as i am now, how am i suppose to change this whole situation? first, i need to get rid of this weak and hopeless character in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know how much time i have left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-1206838375002400578?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/1206838375002400578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=1206838375002400578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/1206838375002400578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/1206838375002400578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2008/11/advantages.html' title='Advantages'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-1201841202572779920</id><published>2008-11-09T21:17:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:42:02.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Guy, anyone?</title><content type='html'>okay, people. i have decided to accept a challenge (which i rarely do) set by a friend of mine. she told me to post my description of my Mr. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... such a joke. but i figured, hey, no harm in doing this, right? right. it's not like Mr. Perfect is going to appear in front of me the next day anyway. so i am going to write a list as my description... just read on ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my Mr. Perfect should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(essential)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. have a good sense of &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;humour&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;(definitely, DUH!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. be &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;smart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;(in all ways possible)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. love to &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. be &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;(physically and spiritually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. be &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;supportive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. be &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;gentle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;(should love kids too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7. have a &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;good heart&lt;/span&gt; and be &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;compassionate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. must know &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;loyalty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. be the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;opposite&lt;/span&gt; of me &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;(i do not mean &lt;em&gt;completely&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10. be &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;handsome&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;(which girl doesn't like a cute guy? at least he should be, in my eyes anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;11. be &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;athletic&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;sporty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;must love music&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;(MOST ESSENTIAL lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. be &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;taller&lt;/span&gt; than me &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;(most definitely)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(not essential... but if have, even better.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. know how to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;cook&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;(hey, who doesn't love a surprise every once in a while?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. know how to &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;draw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;(i can't draw, but i love looking at art)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;there, i have said it. now, i know this is ridiculous, but i can't help it! but sometimes, i might just make an exception ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel free to either compliment or criticize this post (" ,)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-1201841202572779920?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/1201841202572779920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=1201841202572779920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/1201841202572779920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/1201841202572779920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2008/11/perfect-guy-anyone.html' title='Perfect Guy, anyone?'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-7162744317185935108</id><published>2008-11-07T20:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T19:36:48.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Now?</title><content type='html'>seriously, for those who know me, can you tell me what on earth is wrong with me?? i am going to bang my head against the wall this very second if something else doesn't happen soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head is spinning like a wooden top that won't stop spinning even though there are obstacles in between. i don't know what else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to not care about my surroundings, and just continue with life (which has just gone from hectic to &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; hectic). if you guys knew what i see everyday... if only you people could see it. it is so painful, so painstakingly planned out just for me to see. as though one arrow was not painful enough, another arrow keeps coming - one after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like so much to describe what i see, but sadly, i have my reasons. but i can tell you this: i see people, everyday, drifting away from me. they come and go all in the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the point of getting attached to a person if you are just going to get hurt in the end? what's the point of &lt;em&gt;liking&lt;/em&gt; someone when in the end, it is just not going to work? what's the point in doing something to impress the person, to show the person how good you are in that particular area, when in the end you are not even going to get a simple response, like a smile or something???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly speaking, i want to just give up. throw everything down and walk away. turn around and not fight anymore. is that possible? am i willing to let everything go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. i really do sound hopeless. tch, how weak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-7162744317185935108?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/7162744317185935108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=7162744317185935108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/7162744317185935108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/7162744317185935108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-now.html' title='What Now?'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-7076475016444650381</id><published>2008-11-07T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T16:41:30.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Random Poem</title><content type='html'>Birds on the mountain&lt;br /&gt;Fish in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;How you passed maths&lt;br /&gt;Is a mystery to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red&lt;br /&gt;Violets are blue,&lt;br /&gt;I copied your paper&lt;br /&gt;And I flunked too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher loves me&lt;br /&gt;Thinks I'm dear.&lt;br /&gt;She's kept me for&lt;br /&gt;the fourth straight year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History's a subject that's&lt;br /&gt;As dead as it can be.&lt;br /&gt;Once it killed the Romans,&lt;br /&gt;And now its killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I die, bury me deep&lt;br /&gt;Bury my history book at my feet.&lt;br /&gt;Tell the teacher I've gone to rest&lt;br /&gt;And won't be back for the history test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I lay me down to rest,&lt;br /&gt;I pray to pass tomorrow's test.&lt;br /&gt;If I should die before I wake&lt;br /&gt;That's one less test I'll have to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Kiddy Humour for All Ages, Volume Five&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-7076475016444650381?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/7076475016444650381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=7076475016444650381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/7076475016444650381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/7076475016444650381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-poem.html' title='A Random Poem'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-1190545627582638416</id><published>2008-11-03T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:33:38.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gnirob...</title><content type='html'>haha, for those who've read Cecilia Ahern's &lt;strong&gt;If You Could See Me Now&lt;/strong&gt;, you guys would know what the title means. although... it doesn't take a genius to know what that meant either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that our final exams are over, it is now back to plain, old, boring schoolday - with a few exceptions: FREE TIME!! yes, people, final exams are over and we have nothing to study on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, but that also meant quiet times. &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; quiet times. i don't hang out with my friends (with a very good reason, might i add) and neither do i text message... well, not nowadays, i don't. so it's probably back to just me and you, &lt;em&gt;bookie&lt;/em&gt;. i'll probably read, as usual, and catch up on some animes, if i have the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now readers, i have to apologize. lets just say... i have to be inspired when i write. and since i'm going to do &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; nowadays, inspiration is going to be very hard to come by. maybe i've been hurt enough for this year, so i'll wait for next year to be hurt again as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who knows? with any luck, something might happen to me during the remaining time shared between us friends (in school - we only have a week left to school holidays!) or during the holidays... like i said, who knows? with my luck, it's unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it could be today, it could be tomorrow. it could be the day after tomorrow. it could as well be ten days from now *shrugs shoulders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll just see when the time comes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-1190545627582638416?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/1190545627582638416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=1190545627582638416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/1190545627582638416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/1190545627582638416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2008/11/gnirob.html' title='Gnirob...'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-4875233766238994851</id><published>2008-10-31T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:42:10.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holloween</title><content type='html'>now i must confess: i don't celebrate Holloween... but i do like the idea of it. trick or treat (even though i do not favour sweets) and play tricks when you don't get your treats ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah... anyway i am just here to wish you all a Happy Holloween! it only comes once a year, so you better enjoy it while you still can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. it is a very short post, i know ^^'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-4875233766238994851?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/4875233766238994851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=4875233766238994851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/4875233766238994851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/4875233766238994851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-holloween.html' title='Happy Holloween'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-1763456956038572461</id><published>2008-10-23T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:30:23.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Replaced</title><content type='html'>i have always allowed people to step ahead of me. i'll follow, and everything else just forms. for a number of years, i let my friends get the spotlight in school. i was always in the shadows. but somehow, i managed to control and let life go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lately, i realized someone (whom i will not mention here; we'll name this person 'X') has been stealing my friends away. not that i have many. but ever since i became friends with X, even though i get involved sometimes... my other friends seem to have given her 'the' attention. it was like i do not even exist anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't like i get a lot of attention from them. i mean, they &lt;em&gt;used&lt;/em&gt; to talk to me. even my best friend doesn't talk to me that often anymore. it is like X just replaced 'itself' in my position and kicked me away to one side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not complaining. i have nothing to say about this situation. i just... have no idea why i'm typing this. maybe because it has been going on for so long. i just want my old school life back. but i guess that'll never happen, will it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-1763456956038572461?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/1763456956038572461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=1763456956038572461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/1763456956038572461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/1763456956038572461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2008/10/replaced.html' title='Replaced'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-807202409038803682</id><published>2008-10-17T20:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:30:05.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smell Of Rain</title><content type='html'>A cold March wind danced around the dead of night in Dallas as the doctor walked into the small hospital room of Diana Blessing. She was still groggy from surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband, David, held her hand as they braced themselves for the latest news. That afternoon of March 10, 1991, complications had forced Diana, only 24-weeks pregnant, to undergo an emergency Caesarean to deliver couple's new daughter, Dana Lu Blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SPiIskiYpyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BsCr7eR8AFo/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258102864258574114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SPiIskiYpyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BsCr7eR8AFo/s400/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;At 12 inches long and weighing only one pound nine ounces, they already knew she was perilously premature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, the doctor's soft words dropped like bombs. 'I don't think she's going to make it,' he said, as kindly as he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'There's only a 10-percent chance she will live through the night, and even then, if by some slim chance she does make it, her future could be a very cruel one.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described the devastating problems Dana would likely face if she survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would never walk, she would never talk, she would probably be blind, and she would certainly be prone to other catastrophic conditions from cerebral palsy to complete mental retardation, and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No! No!' was all Diana could say. She and David, with their 5-year-old son Dustin, had long dreamed of the day they would have a daughter to become a family of four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, within a matter of hours, that dream was slipping away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as those first days passed, a new agony set in for David and Diana. Because Dana's underdeveloped nervous system was essentially 'raw', the lightest kiss or caress only intensified her discomfort, so they couldn't even cradle their tiny baby girl against their chests to offer the strength of their love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All they could do, as Dana struggled alone beneath the ultraviolet light in the tangle of tubes and wires, was to pray that God would stay close to their precious little girl. There was never a moment when Dana suddenly grew stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the weeks went by, she did slowly gain an ounce of weight here and an ounce of strength there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, when Dana turned two months old. her parents were able to hold her in their arms for the very first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And two months later, though doctors continued to gently but grimly warn that her chances of surviving, much less living any kind of normal life, were next to zero, Dana went home from the hospital, just as her mother had predicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years later, when Dana was a petite but feisty young girl with glittering gray eyes and an unquenchable zest for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She showed no signs whatsoever of any mental or physical impairment. Simply, she was everything a little girl can be and more. But that happy ending is far from the end of her story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SPiLUABtpcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fg_d2leulBA/s1600-h/Jesus+and+child.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258105740675884482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SPiLUABtpcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/fg_d2leulBA/s400/Jesus+and+child.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;One blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996 near her home in Irving, Texas, Dana was sitting in her mother's lap in the bleachers of a local ball park where her brother Dustin's baseball team was practicing. As always, Dana was chattering non-stop with her mother and several other adults sitting nearby when she suddenly fell silent . Hugging her arms across her chest, little Dana asked, 'Do you smell that?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SPiNblG99VI/AAAAAAAAAEI/j4hQG39RULI/s1600-h/Jesus+and+child+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258108069912376658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SPiNblG99VI/AAAAAAAAAEI/j4hQG39RULI/s400/Jesus+and+child+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Smelling the air and detecting the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana replied, 'Yes, it smells like rain.' Dana closed her eyes and again asked, 'Do you smell that?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SPiN5Y8YGEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XAu90r_u3Bw/s1600-h/Jesus+and+child+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258108582042802242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SPiN5Y8YGEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XAu90r_u3Bw/s400/Jesus+and+child+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Once again, her mother replied, 'Yes, I think we're about to get wet. It smells like rain.' Still caught in the moment, Dana shook her head, patted her thin shoulders with her small hands and loudly announced, 'No, it smells like Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SPiOjLb1s3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/zR0Kv9NhdFY/s1600-h/Jesus+and+child+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258109299971175282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SPiOjLb1s3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/zR0Kv9NhdFY/s400/Jesus+and+child+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It smells like God when you lay your head on His chest.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Dana happily hopped down to play with the other children. Before the rains came, her daughter's words confirmed what Diana and all the members of the extended Blessing family had known, at least in their hearts, all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During those long days and nights of her first two months of her life, when her nerves were too sensitive for them to touch her, God was holding Dana on His chest and it is His loving scent that she remembers so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SPiP_Y81QrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vvGZY8L3OPE/s1600-h/Jesus+and+child+4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258110884147184306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SPiP_Y81QrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vvGZY8L3OPE/s400/Jesus+and+child+4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;this story is one story that i have always loved, ever since i first read it in a newspaper. it always helped me remember how much God cared for me, and loved me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;then when i got it from an email, i figured it would be nice if i shared this with all of you. hope you guys enjoy this story too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-807202409038803682?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/807202409038803682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=807202409038803682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/807202409038803682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/807202409038803682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2008/10/smell-of-rain.html' title='Smell Of Rain'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SPiIskiYpyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BsCr7eR8AFo/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-2219751943735458477</id><published>2008-10-10T19:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:30:57.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Exams</title><content type='html'>Exams start on the 13th of October, so i don't think i would be posting anything for the next two weeks. i might post... or i might not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;students are stressed at this time of year. it's the friggin' exams, for crying out loud! but somehow, i don't feel a thing. it is like i do not have a panic button =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i hope all of us will be able to do our best in the exams - since i know all of us have been studying til the cows come home - and just let God do the rest ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-2219751943735458477?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/2219751943735458477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=2219751943735458477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/2219751943735458477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/2219751943735458477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2008/10/final-exams.html' title='Final Exams'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-5748358560000621350</id><published>2008-10-01T22:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:05:40.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Port Dickson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha its been a long time since i've been to PD... actually it's been a long time i've taken a vacation. my family and i went to PD today... so my mum has taken plenty of pictures which i'm not going to post here (private ^^')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; crazy about sunsets, so here's what i've taken...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SOOKExErwwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/y4kUka4WwEs/s1600-h/Sunset.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252193404941222658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SOOKExErwwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/y4kUka4WwEs/s400/Sunset.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok that was photoshop work... this is the real one ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SOOLC7Yu5CI/AAAAAAAAADY/1vecmjhPwEM/s1600-h/DSCN2211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252194472861557794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SOOLC7Yu5CI/AAAAAAAAADY/1vecmjhPwEM/s400/DSCN2211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha not the best i've seen, but oh well XD ...and the view of the beach was fantastic... even more fantastic when you are really there. the wind was awesome...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SOON2kMQv-I/AAAAAAAAADo/_s01gjtWGTY/s1600-h/cropped+pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252197559011688418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SOON2kMQv-I/AAAAAAAAADo/_s01gjtWGTY/s400/cropped+pic.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SOOOzlV-EwI/AAAAAAAAADw/6Ggni1iWfKc/s1600-h/cropped+pic+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252198607292863234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SOOOzlV-EwI/AAAAAAAAADw/6Ggni1iWfKc/s400/cropped+pic+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;very limited pictures, i know... so sorry about that. but i prefer not to post the pictures with people in them... anyway i had an awesome time in PD today. my head totally cleared when i was there... haha. anyway let me know how are the pictures? (no extreme criticism, please...) thanks ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-5748358560000621350?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/5748358560000621350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=5748358560000621350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/5748358560000621350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/5748358560000621350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2008/10/port-dickson.html' title='Port Dickson'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SOOKExErwwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/y4kUka4WwEs/s72-c/Sunset.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-1679417757146578595</id><published>2008-09-30T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T19:02:12.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Sanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i walk around school and i see... things that i do not wish to see. when i go shopping (which i do not do often), i see people. when i am at home, i see... books. lots of books, since i love reading. but i can't make anything out of any of these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am so blur nowadays. headaches come more often now than ever. i have to study for my exams which are coming in at least three weeks, and i can't concentrate because i am very distracted these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i notice something too, even though i do not pay attention to my surroundings anymore. i notice that... well, i am not going to say in this post... ^^' but what i noticed is not bringing me any benefit; in fact, it is bringing me downhill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i have almost given up on fighting already. there's too many emotions, too many for me to handle. i know i have said this one too many times, but i can't help it. i guess it is partly my fault i didn't tell anyone about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my head's spinning. i talk stuff in no sense at all - i'm sure you all can see that now. my sanity is not in tact, i think. i just want to cry and let it all out. why is it so hard to do that? i think i'll have to wait for a lifetime if i have to wait for tears to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See? See?? listen to that paragraph!! i don't think half of you will understand what that meant. but seriously, hiding my head in books won't help me forget what's happening to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm so tired... tired. that's all i ever feel now, besides all the rushing emotions. i want to forget all these ever happened, and move on with a happy and calm feeling. there's chaos everywhere, and i don't want to fight anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-1679417757146578595?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/1679417757146578595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=1679417757146578595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/1679417757146578595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/1679417757146578595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2008/09/losing-sanity.html' title='Losing Sanity'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-8419432855069752269</id><published>2008-09-22T17:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:14:44.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;how can anyone stand having so many emotions at the same time? i feel... so many. jealousy, anger, confused, lost, empty, lonely... and so many more. i can't keep my head straight. everything around me makes me feel so different. i just can't feel normal anymore. feelings such as happiness and calmness... they just drift away like feathers in the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm going crazy. i'm going out of control. i tried... so hard to keep all of them in. lock those emotions in a box with a safety lock. i never told anyone... i can't trust them. they won't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i want to let it all out. i want to just let go of my feelings for this guy. i hate myself for having this feeling, because i will just end up hurting myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;crying helps, but it seems to me that i'm not hurt enough to cry. locking all emotions helps too, but i think the bottle of emotions in me is already full; maybe that's why all emotions are leaking, not little by little. they are releasing themselves like water from a broken dam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just can't bring myself to tell people. i do not want to add to people's burdens, since they themselves have their own problems. but i can't find another way, aside from keeping all problems to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm really losing my head now. it hurts... my heart, my head... and i'm so tired, i feel like just giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-8419432855069752269?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/8419432855069752269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=8419432855069752269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/8419432855069752269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/8419432855069752269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2008/09/mixed-emotions.html' title='Mixed Emotions'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-8577376335773256176</id><published>2008-09-16T17:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T19:13:54.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blog Readability Test</title><content type='html'>i spotted this out of a friend's blog... try it ^^ this is my result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/reading_level.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" alt="blog readability test" src="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/readinglevel/img/genius.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.criticsrant.com/"&gt;Movie Reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-8577376335773256176?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/8577376335773256176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=8577376335773256176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/8577376335773256176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/8577376335773256176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-readability-test.html' title='The Blog Readability Test'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-6515090305389054602</id><published>2008-09-13T20:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:25:25.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i always try my best to help other people. when they ask for my help, sure, i'll help - as long as it is within my capability space. but what happens when someone comes to you for help, but you are not sure how to fulfill that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people have the tendency to share with me their problems and seek some advice. but i have one problem... i suck at giving advices. i listen, but i struggle when it comes to giving advices... mostly because i'm very inexperienced when it comes to 'life problems' such as relationships, family problems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what hurt the most was that someone who sought my 'help and comfort' (~ahem~) actually snapped at me afterwards, saying that i don't understand what she was going through and stomped off, even though i hadn't even uttered a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so useless. i can help people with their favours, and i can listen... but when they need advice, they go to someone else. i feel like i am such a bad friend. but for now, for those friends of mine who need a huge hug and a kiss... i'll do this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SMu7ye4UKeI/AAAAAAAAADA/iJjCSBS5j2E/s1600-h/smooch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245492666960194018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SMu7ye4UKeI/AAAAAAAAADA/iJjCSBS5j2E/s400/smooch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sometimes when i am not around to help, maybe this picture will substitute me instead (lol). i haven't found a nicer picture, but i'll make do with this first. let me know if this picture is not enough? thanks ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-6515090305389054602?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/6515090305389054602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=6515090305389054602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-8599580321762866265</id><published>2008-09-12T21:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:23:29.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am born with one heck of a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;temper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. not something i'm proud of, but could be useful at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day, i realized how empty my life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day two, after i got rid of someone, another comes in... therefore irritating me again. i think people should know &lt;em&gt;when&lt;/em&gt; to talk to a person, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said before, i haven't been in such a good mood lately (so much so that one of my best friends said that i snapped at her the whole of last week). so when this particular girl (no one that anyone will know) shows up and be my shadow... i realized my very-carefully-kept temper was leaking more than it already was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, some people, mainly A and B (i'm not naming names) think that i am not allowed to get angry, only &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; are allowed. when i get in a bad mood, i have to keep my mouth shut just so that i don't get shouted at. hello, im only &lt;strong&gt;human&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also let all sorts of words get thrown at me. i'm not at all argumentative... so my wound, which is already big enough, just keeps getting bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-8599580321762866265?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/8599580321762866265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=8599580321762866265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/8599580321762866265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/8599580321762866265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2008/09/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-3975265317368862700</id><published>2008-09-06T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:51:00.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>tired. tired. tired. i'm so friggin' tired of feeling angry, disappointed, lonely, left out... i can't even do something without feeling angry. i'm angry at myself, i'm angry at other people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i suppose to do? even my math teacher can seem to figure out what's wrong with me even without me uttering a word about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i look at something, my mood will go to &lt;em&gt;depress&lt;/em&gt; mode for the next 24 hours. my head is so jumbled up that i can't think straight. i can't even focus on my studies without feeling angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to scream but i can't. i want to punch someone in the face but i can't. i want to cry and let it all out but i can't. that is the hardest of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid that after 4 and a half years of compressing my feelings in me, they're finally escaping. all the control i have is slipping away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired of feeling angry, but i can't stop it either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-3975265317368862700?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/3975265317368862700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=3975265317368862700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>i can't take it anymore... everytime i think about it, i try not to cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i see them together, i try to keep a stoic face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the worst part is... i can't tell anyone about how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life has been very quiet since three weeks ago. i wonder how those people who possibly have been in my place, deal with this? i try so hard to keep my mind on track... but i just can't seem to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i take it you don't know what i'm talking about, do you? ok, im still feeling 'pain' since i found out my best friend and the boy i like had gotten together. i DO have a few best friends, just so you know. okay, i feel really frustrated. please, i need someone to talk to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-8457414156612717470?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-748319510007115117</id><published>2008-08-21T15:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T15:29:14.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commitment Problems</title><content type='html'>ever had commitment problems? lol this is for all those people who do have this problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never had a boyfriend, so i wouldn't know... but i jz find this super sweet ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/33/33470dlkbk7ogif.jpg" width=486 height=590 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-works.org" target=_blank&gt;glitter-graphics.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-748319510007115117?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/748319510007115117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=748319510007115117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/748319510007115117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/748319510007115117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/2008/08/commitment-problems.html' title='Commitment Problems'/><author><name>hinoiri aka kimmy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452211979105422192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_io0qNT9Mmwc/SaJ7no9icMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/i9KH3j4FfGA/S220/Be+careful,+it%27s+fragile.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8420299111347614919.post-451449692555355301</id><published>2008-08-20T15:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:26:12.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For those Anime lovers who read...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;=) the Twilight saga isn't the only thing i spend my time on. i read from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when during my free time, its mostly reading that site. it is full of people's imaginations of their favourite anime stories and characters. while watching their favourite anime, it's only natural that they will have expectations on what will happen later in the show. so whatever imaginations they have, they put it into stories and post it in this website ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try it... though, you'll only enjoy it if you know how to pick 'em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-451449692555355301?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/451449692555355301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=451449692555355301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>Liking someone who doesn't like you back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;isn't it irritating that you find out that you like that certain someone, but then realized that he doesn't like you back? happens to me most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i go on like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which one's worse? liking someone who doesn't like you back, or falling for someone who is in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really. maybe i should take up celibacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Friendship Quotes" href="http://www.dolliecrave.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Friendship Quotes from dolliecrave.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v40/mitsiki/dolliecrave/friendshipquotes/26.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dolliecrave.com/friendshipquotes.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friendship Quotes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8420299111347614919-5372688306667311983?l=lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofkimssunset.blogspot.com/feeds/5372688306667311983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8420299111347614919&amp;postID=5372688306667311983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8420299111347614919/posts/default/5372688306667311983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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