<?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-5152835235188360151</id><updated>2012-01-16T22:32:26.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.:DashBoard Confessional:.</title><subtitle type='html'>My Life in Pictures, words, lyrics, and daily musings...I'm following life wherever it takes me :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>271</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-9123583011281706315</id><published>2012-01-16T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T22:32:26.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's start from the beginning..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uK8LQvNwfI/TxQ01TnOwcI/AAAAAAAADjc/oNtDsa1I8To/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uK8LQvNwfI/TxQ01TnOwcI/AAAAAAAADjc/oNtDsa1I8To/s400/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698237518933049794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am in a relationship with a guy. A great guy for about 9 years now. I fell in love with him when I was in High School. Things were not always great. There were its ups and downs. It was my first year in high school where things were so different compared to primary school. Everyone behaved more mature and there were big boys and the whole atmosphere in school screams Different. I remember I sat right in front of the teacher's table in the classroom with a friend of mine. It's pretty good sitting in front because you get a good view of the blackboard. But the students behind me is having a hard time seeing the blackboard in front of them because my body was so upright and long that I practically block their view. EPIC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well... as a month goes by, I've noticed this very adorable boy who was looking at me from time to time from the next classroom. Each time I look at him, he would smile and walk away. He never approach or talk to me but he told a good friend of mine that he had a crushed on me. It was pretty intimidating because I never liked someone before especially a guy. It was weird to have someone to like you because in primary school it was totally okay to play with boys but now its different. If you play with a boy, your piers will tease you for liking this boy and feelings will also develop too at the same time. Well.. he finally had the guts to speak to me... I was shy and blushing like a lil red tomato. When he is sitting next to me I got crazy. His smell, his voice, his apperance, his lips... Oh god.... I suppose that he noticed that. I can't stop thinking about him. When I get phone calls from him I'm so happy! I am smiling to myself like a full! I know that he's so cute and nice, girls loves him. I knew I had a deep crush on him but I played cool XD .... cool as a cucumber babeh =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In school he would pass me tiny piece of paper saying how much he missed me and he wanted to know basically everything about me... We never sat down with each other for a real and proper conversation.... Well I supposed we were both so shy that I can barely even stare into his eyes for a minute. Each time he goes down to the field to play football or tennis... I'll be quietly peaking on him from the window in my classroom. He doesn't know. It took almost 2 years for us to finally feel comfortable with each other... I tend to get butterflies in my tummy when he approaches me... Well I was only 14, I don't know what love was but I have this strong powerful feeling in my heart for this guy. We went for this scouts camp together which was held in school... accompanied along with my girl friend and his cousin. It was midnight and all the camp participants was asked to gather in the school hall for some kinda Bravery test or so. The whole hall was completely dark and we were all sitting in there quietly because it was midnight and we were all drained off and tired and sleepy!! He sat right next to me and I swear that was the closest we ever sat next to each other. He held my hand and oh god... my heart was beating so fast and my hands was in an awkward position and I could feel my feet and palm was sweating... but then I knew... I wanted him to hold my hand. 2 years and finally he made a move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is now miles and miles away from me but distance will never be an obstacles for us because we've gone thru so much... Distance is just a piece of cake. No one will know how much I love this man. I never tell and I never show... I'm writing all these now because I want him to read and know... I really appreciate him and until now... our memories are still clearly in my mind. He had changed so much and mature so drastically when he studied abroad. I'm so proud of him in so many ways. I know he is mentally physically tired because studying medicine is not an easy thing. It needs a lot of determination and courage to do so. He never make me feel left out because of his studies. He tried so hard to make time for me and to make me feel wanted. I know I can be a pain in the ass at times because my attitude and temper is bad but I'm working on it. He's the only person who can bare with me. He treats me like a princess and all I know... he wants the best for me.. He wants me to be happy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-9123583011281706315?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/9123583011281706315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/9123583011281706315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2012/01/lets-start-from-beginning_16.html' title='Let&apos;s start from the beginning..'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9uK8LQvNwfI/TxQ01TnOwcI/AAAAAAAADjc/oNtDsa1I8To/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-1554638317988119014</id><published>2012-01-15T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T01:19:51.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First post for YEAR 2012 :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;oh crap... I don't feel inspired to blog but with the help of "emo" musics its a piece of cake to write an essay here! haha.... oh well, living life everyday with the basic routines. School's out and now I'm practically having weeks of to study for my finals. Awesome rite?! Lol... chinese new year is days away... not really looking forward to it cuz as we grow older, we tend to lose interest in celebrations including birthdays laaa... Overall I ended my 2011 with a blast tho there's tonnes of ups n downs but I've got thru it. I thank Jesus for that =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to be a loyal blogger for the past 3 years but well I guess i lost interest in it too.... hahaha... hmmm okay I'll just type whatever that comes out my head la aite? Basically, I'm trying to focus on the important things in life. Trying my hardest to save money but money tends to fly out faster than I could save it. I really need to work harder but kinda lazy to travel for jobs. Modelling is tough shit la overall.. Dramatic bitches is what I can't stand most... the whole atmosphere just screams competitiveness and drama! I still prefer laid back kinda surroundings with my humble classmates. oh I just love being around my down-to-earth friends... all they care is studies and they're not spoilt. I blend better with these kinda people laaa... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I wasn't planning to this actually but lately my best friend got a girlfriend .... so we're very close and we get along together very well... So I was teasing him saying that "oh so somebody got girlfriend, straight away forget about me already larrrr".... hahahaha... then he said " even I got girlfriend but you're still my no. 1 and crazy sister &amp;gt;&amp;lt;"  .... So Now I have a brother. great! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I haven't been fully opening up to people cuz I'll always be that person who's afraid of so many things... My biggest fear would be losing something. I cherish everything that comes along my way and its painful to see how people you once knew and got so closed with are NOw completely strangers to you... well... we can never ask people to stay but all I know... when you have them around you.... be nice to them and give them all you can afford to give.... when a person doesn't appreciate what you have done for them... tell yourself It's okay cuz Karma is a bitch ;)  I do want things to stay the same way it always does but unfortunately with the passing of time... things and people change. We change too... physically,mentally and emotionally... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I can write forever... well ....life stories is a never ending thing! we write our own life and love stories. Don't live life the way how people want us to live... Have your own idea and stands in life.... Its a tough journey out there but with the help of a lil miracle and support.... nothing is impossible =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;xoxo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;May ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RDKd9h2uquk/TxGx5z739ZI/AAAAAAAADis/EbBkPKvnd4o/s1600/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RDKd9h2uquk/TxGx5z739ZI/AAAAAAAADis/EbBkPKvnd4o/s400/26.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697530610352387474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&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/5152835235188360151-1554638317988119014?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/1554638317988119014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/1554638317988119014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-post-for-year-2012.html' title='First post for YEAR 2012 :)'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RDKd9h2uquk/TxGx5z739ZI/AAAAAAAADis/EbBkPKvnd4o/s72-c/26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-4931977284595001477</id><published>2011-12-24T11:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T11:18:02.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forget december.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Happy Friday and Happy Holidays to you all. Here's to a wonderfully relaxing weekend of peace and joy spent with family and friends. I'm sending you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;giant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; hug through the computer. Can you feel it? I'll be eating lots of sweets this weekend watching holiday movies. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;I seem to be in a much better mood today than I was at the beginning of the week, yayyy! Exams and assignments had been piling up like a stack of old newspaper for the past few weeks. uRGH... well, I'm glad I'm done and over it. So, cheers to my relaxing, fun-filled weekend : ) On a Friday morning, why not to blog? Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); clear: both; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;I didn't ask for much next year.  Not sure if it's because I'm not really into it or if because I'm getting older.  Or because I know I won't get my Macbook so why even bother?  (Haha kidding, I'm such a baby!) Whatever the case may be, I'm just happy to be surrounded by people who love me and care about me. When you really think about it, if you don't have that in your life, everything else becomes irrelevant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;With that being said, I hope you all have a verrrrrrry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Merry Christmas and A Happy new year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And that you get to spend it with your loved ones too.  Bring on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, i'm ready. &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/5152835235188360151-4931977284595001477?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/4931977284595001477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/4931977284595001477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/12/forget-december.html' title='forget december.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-5048707792571340716</id><published>2011-12-14T19:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T19:37:00.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>: )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qEw3vp6N2QU/TuiHGUlGMbI/AAAAAAAADhk/bB2rnEWSWQ4/s1600/223133_169484303108943_106095279447846_422588_6510635_n%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qEw3vp6N2QU/TuiHGUlGMbI/AAAAAAAADhk/bB2rnEWSWQ4/s400/223133_169484303108943_106095279447846_422588_6510635_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685943072228520370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I've been thinking a lot about emotional needs lately. After all, we all have them, don't we? We all want to feel safe and secure. But we also want to take care of other people; it's human nature.So here's the question of the day, friends: What are you emotional needs? ! Blah=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2# In our minds, the idea of a relationship sounds perfect, doesn't it? You meet someone you feel a connection with, and you start romanticizing what could be. The future is whatever you want it to be, you think. It's incredible. It's intoxicating, even. True, it may be a tad bit unrealistic, but there is something to that, though, isn't there, about the idea of a relationship? I don't think anyone goes into a relationship with malicious intent. You go into it with only the best of intentions, don't you? You don't mean any harm to anyone. Why would you go into it with some sort of ulterior motive? You want it to work out. After all, you want to be happy. You want both of you to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i don't forget, today i am thankful for:days that are trying and difficult and make me stop to think about what in my life is most valuable.readjust, readjust, readjust. our ability to readjust and then continue on a better path is how i know there is a god who loves us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-5048707792571340716?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/5048707792571340716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/5048707792571340716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=': )'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qEw3vp6N2QU/TuiHGUlGMbI/AAAAAAAADhk/bB2rnEWSWQ4/s72-c/223133_169484303108943_106095279447846_422588_6510635_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-4961441923614515480</id><published>2011-06-30T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T00:14:38.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>delicate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xXJ6VEjQ-cs/TgtNzn1T6KI/AAAAAAAADg0/UW58qCmx9lA/s1600/picture2life_56084_original%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623674108963448994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xXJ6VEjQ-cs/TgtNzn1T6KI/AAAAAAAADg0/UW58qCmx9lA/s400/picture2life_56084_original%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qvS5izBk57o/TgtNuHZXc-I/AAAAAAAADgs/pV4JfVSkmE8/s1600/166875_171687486201495_169095329794044_288181_5721290_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh where to begin? … where to begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes there comes a moment where enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;You just cannot slump around anymore.&lt;br /&gt;You will not whine or complain or mope one more minute.&lt;br /&gt;There MUST be an end, and you will find that end no matter what it takes.&lt;br /&gt;There also comes a time when you finally realize that a pill or a book or a person or a purchase is not going to fix you.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, deep down you know that nothing out there will ever be able to fix or complete you.&lt;br /&gt;And you'll come to know...it's only up to you.&lt;br /&gt;And so you pick yourself up and you just. get. ready.&lt;br /&gt;Ready to battle.&lt;br /&gt;Ready to take &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;responsibility&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and ready to make changes.&lt;br /&gt;You stand before the mirror, and you acknowledge that only you see what's before you....what is inside you....and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; can make the next step =))))))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never stop fighting.&lt;br /&gt;Never give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are not quitters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so begin today to live a life that is worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;That's all.Happy Thursday everyone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-4961441923614515480?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/4961441923614515480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/4961441923614515480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/06/delicate.html' title='delicate.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xXJ6VEjQ-cs/TgtNzn1T6KI/AAAAAAAADg0/UW58qCmx9lA/s72-c/picture2life_56084_original%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-591778972289162530</id><published>2011-06-09T09:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T09:45:51.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so glamorous after all.</title><content type='html'>I have been requested to write an article about modeling for a column in the school magazine. how do I go about it? blah blah blah........brainstorming...... and B-A-MMMM , people's perception about the modelling world got me inspired :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m 5 feet 9 inches tall and in the modeling world, that's a shrimp. People keep telling me I'm tall but wait till you see my female model friends. They’re standing at an impressively 6 feet 1 inches tall = 185.42 centimeters! I had always had modeling in the back of my mind. People have always come up to me and said 'are you a model or have you ever thought about pursuing modeling?’. Despite what people keep telling me, I'd never thought about pursuing modelling myself now. I have friends from both genders would come up to me and ask ‘how to become a model?’. Alright you have great looks that can turn heads while you’re walking on public place and great portfolio but that is not enough at all. The model should possess strong will power and confidence to hunt for right opportunity with a determination to work harder and harder. You must be stronger from inside your attitudes, mannerism, communications skills, and patience can put you on the desired place in the industry. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that modeling is full of glamour, but if you look in to rationally &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it is not just glamour as it seems from outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; When you see a beautiful model wearing great smile, there is a lot of hard work behind it from the model itself to full fill the clients, photographers and creative people set objectives. Throughout the fashion week, I was doing back-to-back shows. Sounds glamorous? Well, it looks glamorous, but behind the scenes is chaos! Make up, off, then on, then off and on again, hair extensions glued-in, hair ironed, teased, poked, prodded - the constant preening takes its toll and there’s no time to zone out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little guidance to your first steps toward becoming one. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;“Well, I think I could be a model, but I’m too short/tall/fat/thin/ethnic/....”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; First, the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bad news&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Some types of modeling do have pretty rigorous requirements. For instance, runway fashion models need to be tall and preferably slender. If you’re not at least 5'7" or more, the odds of your getting work doing runway fashion are not good. There are exceptions – Kate Moss, for instance, is only 5'6". But exceptions do not disprove rules. Modern haute couture show-fashion is designed to look good on tall, slender models (although this is changing.) If you aren’t tall and slender, the clothes won’t look good on you. If the clothes don’t look good on you, the designers won’t want you to wear them. That’s life. It’s nothing personal. Now the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good news.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Runway fashion is a tiny, tiny fraction of all the modeling work in the world. Think about it: which do you see more often, pictures of Tyra Banks in a New York fashion show, or pictures of attractive people in everyday settings doing fairly ordinary things to try to get you to buy something or otherwise catch your interest? Commercial, print, casual and editorial work, let alone glamour and art photography, constantly require a huge number of interesting, attractive people of all shapes and sizes for modeling duties. And in today’s market-driven, targeted advertising world, every advertiser with a customer base – tall, short, fat, thin, ethnic, you name it – tries to appeal to its target demographic by using models who look like them, only maybe just a little more attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there is also a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;very ugly side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of modelling. Models are constantly being told to lose weight or gain weight. They are also rejected a lot for jobs. If you can't handle &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REJECTIONS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;without taking it personal then modeling is not for you! Also, if you're actually doing some modeling, be careful of "agents," "photographers," "model scouts," whatever. Make sure you bring your mom or your friend with you. Watch out for the sickos out there. Never pay to be in a photo shoot! They should be paying you. If you're serious about becoming a model, then you might want to invest in a modeling class session. You will learn a lot from these, and you will network with the professional models that teach the classes, and the amateur models just like you. Just make sure the organization is licensed so that you don't waste your money. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beware&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of agency scams, they will usually ask for money up front. If you don't have the money for classes, there are a lot of books, shows, and mentors out there that will help you. When you go to auditions, be extremely careful. Don't go to auditions posted in the "Jobs" section of the news paper. In reality just start contacting legitimate agencies and go to their open calls. If you are what the market is looking for, they will give you a call back. Models carry themselves with an air of confidence, not an air of cockiness! Don't think you're better than everyone, don't get too wrapped up in yourself. Open your eyes to the world and find opportunities. Good Luck !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-591778972289162530?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/591778972289162530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/591778972289162530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/06/not-so-glamorous-after-all.html' title='Not so glamorous after all.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-6095758587388133268</id><published>2011-05-18T11:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T11:13:41.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bits n pieces.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh life.&lt;br /&gt;Brain.&lt;br /&gt;Emotions and hormones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pulling it all together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, chemical imbalance or not, we are all on a different playing field.&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; react to stress differently, we &lt;strong&gt;ALL &lt;/strong&gt;handle life differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lemusingsofmoi.com/2011/03/got-moods.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has brought me to this.&lt;br /&gt;You have to find what works best for you.&lt;br /&gt;It's not about being weak and wanting to eliminate feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Quite the contrary.&lt;br /&gt;It's about finding &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a balance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so that we CAN feel feelings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rather than stay in one monstrous one for an extended period of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've learned important lessons too.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;appreciate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; more the simple moments of life.&lt;br /&gt;I have a deeper love and appreciation for those who have taken the time to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;listen, pray, and still love me throughout it all.&lt;br /&gt;I am more madly in love with my dude who has been unbelievably patient, loving, supportive and understanding through each and every icky moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We will never be free of emotions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or moods. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are human. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perfectly imperfect humans....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;note :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Well, it looks like the gears are turning and I could shortly be filmed for a reality TV show that could make it on the air. [ ..excited yet nervous..] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-6095758587388133268?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/6095758587388133268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/6095758587388133268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/05/bits-n-pieces.html' title='bits n pieces.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-7139219017819273902</id><published>2011-05-17T11:01:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T10:29:58.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>very odd dreams that are mostly riddled with fears</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Some things about me that may be mildy amusing to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have phobia sitting in speeding cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm afraid of heights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I sleep with the lights on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I do believe ghosts exist, but I have never seen one myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have sweaty palms when i'm nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My nickname when I was little was "Bin Bin biscuits".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate it when people touch my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i hate overfriendly people. Annoying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fucking annoyed by girls pretending to be high maintenance sort of thing.WTF rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;trashy biatches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Girls Ogle at other girls. so darn annoying! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;DISLIKE Girls Comparing themselves with other girls. (Deadly mistake)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate people Over boasting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am used to eating or sitting in a cafe alone, with or without friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't always go out with my cellphone and wallet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate giving my cell phone number to strangers.. stalker much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate girls pretending all nice in front and gossip or talk behind someone's back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dislike Guys who are very open about themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love ice-cream and nacho chips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate facebook stalkers. Girls n guys 'adding back as a friend' non-stop, when you ignored their friend request like a million times... stalker much??!!!! and when you approved them... they don't even intro themselves... hmmm... asshole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate it when you remove someone from your friend list in facebook and they keep ADDING n ADDING back.... Don't they get the point?? idiots man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate friends or people asking me questions about ANYTHING whether it's about myself or random shit. Fuck! Can't I have some peace and privacy without you bunch asking me a hell of a lot of questions? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'m calm at the things I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can feel the 'REALNESS' of someone as soon as they start to speak up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm racist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyone is a sinner. Don't bullshit me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate fucking skinny stick girls talking about DIET and weight loss plan. idiots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't fancy expensive stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shopaholic freaks is a pain in the ass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I believe we will all go to hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I believe sex education should be implemented in primary schools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am sensitive to other needs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I only believe in inner beauty... outer beauty is all bullshit. Come on man! Any Tom, Dick and Harry can get plastic surgery done and look drop dead gawjuz instantly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never put on make up on a normal daily basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I Don't follow fashion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I Don't fancy branded clothes.... spoilt kids! Don't they have mercy for their parents who worked so hard to get those money? ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our government is corrupted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate wannabes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't eat scallop, oyster, siham and beef.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate half cooked meat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Local fruits is my favourite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't mind looking foolish in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't praise myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't copy in exams. I die on my own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't wipe and comb my hair after bathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I study hard for exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Modeling was never something I see myself doing or pursuing in the future... I don't necessary love it or hate it. I'm just pushing my boundaries and see how far i can go into different field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I walk out naked after bathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm cool Not wearing any undergarments while going out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Black is my favourite color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pink color? hmmm depends lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate eating pills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't waste my time looking at people's facebook photoAlbums. Maybe 5 picture or less and that's also to oblige someone/ friends...hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wish I can buy a gun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Carrying handbags is such a burden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love spicy food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate wasting money on movies unless its FREE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm super stingy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cry everytime watching the less fortunate striving to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate wiping off eyeliner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love being around studious people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate my university.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't make fake promises....action speaks louder than words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to open my very own cupcakes or candies store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love watching cooking show... mum says i am obsessed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't read blogs. lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I write blogs when I feel like too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate crowded places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have bad eyesight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm neutral AT EVERYTHING I DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have bad temper but I control it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't like doing things most girls enjoy.. those girlish stuff makes me wanna barf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I find it stupid for newbie couples going 'I love you forever n forever' and the next second they break up... Bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Couples who celebrate monthly anniversary are stupid CUZ the next minute...they are both single... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I only believe in reality...The real world! No such thing as ONCE UPON A TIME for me. rubbish~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-7139219017819273902?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/7139219017819273902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/7139219017819273902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/05/very-odd-dreams-that-are-mostly-riddled.html' title='very odd dreams that are mostly riddled with fears'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-3010071513511250690</id><published>2011-05-12T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:49:51.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I put up a ' Facelift' picture cuz I couldn't find a good picture....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pq6qLBUzcQk/TctQoo6Du2I/AAAAAAAADgQ/zfShsVHOJ-E/s1600/222168_210310418989037_100000302416037_680167_6182312_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 395px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605662820298636130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pq6qLBUzcQk/TctQoo6Du2I/AAAAAAAADgQ/zfShsVHOJ-E/s400/222168_210310418989037_100000302416037_680167_6182312_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The holidays were lovely...Eggs &amp;amp; biscuits were on the table every morning, there was always an abundance of Ice-cream in the freezer and "special" bread in the bread box. I've been so busy driving, cleaning, packing, traveling, working and doing coupley things that I've almost forgotten that this is the time I should be resting well before the new semester starts! "sighs" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh hell. I'm the person you don't want to fuck with, ever. She's hot headed. She screams from time to time and thank God my family members was born with good lungs- cause they are the only person brave enough to scream back. But....we all can burn and too often we burn the people we love the most, cause they're the only ones willing to reach out and touch the fire. We're all steaming, flames of ridiculous bursts of light that are both blinding and beautiful in the same glance. We can scream and disagree, but we are family. And you know how Malaysians feel about family....I'm done throwing a fit now. Thanks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a feeling that it's the shitty one that stuck.&lt;br /&gt;Not inspired. Not inspired. BLAH BLAH BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;Still feel like reading?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need a new phone, a chill pill, a manicure and a pedicure, a new computer! So. I want nice things. There....I said it. I want to be able to buy unnecessary items. But more importantly, I want to be able to LIVE. Live my life, cross off lists, live bountifully not BLEAKLY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time is escaping me. Completely running through my fingertips like powdered sugar. MMM....sugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time is running away from me like I'm a butcher knife wielding mad man, with it's heels on fire. Just for today, I don't want TIME to control me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to be in the time that I have so that I don't wonder where it went when it's gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No watches, no deadlines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to let go of the "have-to-dos" and tell everything to just SLOW DOWN.....or wait for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want time to finish my milk, to read my book, to stay in bed with my teddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To check off everything on my list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to To get there without feeling rushed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To walk in the grass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To make new friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TO DO IT ALL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To research and learn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To write and let creativity come naturally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To decide without pressure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To eat meals in courses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To make a cheesecake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To enjoy the process instead of getting intimidated by it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To digest and to meditate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To BREATHE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Annnnnd....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to pluck my eyebrows in a magnifying mirror. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;note: Life throws you plans better than you imagined for yourself when you aren't expecting it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-3010071513511250690?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/3010071513511250690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/3010071513511250690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/05/where-i-put-up-facelift-picture-cuz-i.html' title='Where I put up a &apos; Facelift&apos; picture cuz I couldn&apos;t find a good picture....'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pq6qLBUzcQk/TctQoo6Du2I/AAAAAAAADgQ/zfShsVHOJ-E/s72-c/222168_210310418989037_100000302416037_680167_6182312_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-2983933664175016848</id><published>2011-05-08T00:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T00:31:45.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not sure what to post about today</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;{one} have you ever been stuck in an elevator?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;thank god no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{two} have you ever ridden on an elephant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ummmm, no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{three} have you ever met a well known celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;South Korean pop and R&amp;amp;B singer, RAIN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{four} do you have any food allergies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Peanuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{five} do you know how to sew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A lil bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{six} did you get an allowance when you were young?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;RM1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{seven} how often do you fill up your gas tank?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hmmm....ask my mum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{eight} have you ever been stung by a jelly fish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;no, i hate swimming in yucky water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{nine} have you ever been robbed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i really don't want to jinx myself on this one;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{ten} what is the worst haircut you’ve ever had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;when i was young, my sister cut my hair super short and it was hideous &amp;amp;&amp;amp; ugly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- So, I just got a call from Penang yesterday...regarding a competition that I randomly participated and I'm shortlisted as one of the semi finalist but unfortunately, I got another better offer and somehow the dates clashes so...I gotta choose only ONE...hmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;- Sher's been out of the country for over 2 years and I have been doing okay. Right this minute, I am literally waiting for him to go online. Waiting so I could talk to my best friend, my partner, my leader, my better half. Waiting so I could last another day without him here. Waiting so my love tank can be refilled. And when he does, I’ll still be waiting. Waiting for him to come home : ) I miss you niuk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-2983933664175016848?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/2983933664175016848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/2983933664175016848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-not-sure-what-to-post-about-today.html' title='i&apos;m not sure what to post about today'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-775799076897512847</id><published>2011-05-07T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T23:54:58.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what are you...right or left? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BaeWfom_OZU/TcVrLD3k_OI/AAAAAAAADgI/yfmnAPFhNfY/s1600/paint-72dpi%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604003149093600482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BaeWfom_OZU/TcVrLD3k_OI/AAAAAAAADgI/yfmnAPFhNfY/s400/paint-72dpi%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Left brain:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am the left brain. I am a scientist. A mathematician. I love the familiar. I categorize. I am accurate. Linear. Analytical. Strategic. I am practical. Always in control. A master of words and language. Realistic. I calculate equations and play with numbers. I am order. I am logic. I know exactly who I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Right brain:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I am the right brain. I am creativity. A free spirit. I am passion. Yearning. Sensuality. I am the sound of roaring laughter. I am taste. The feeling of sand beneath bare feet. I am movement. Vivid colors. I am the urge to paint on an empty canvas. I am boundless imagination. Art. Poetry. I sense. I feel. I am everything I wanted to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-775799076897512847?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/775799076897512847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/775799076897512847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-are-youright-or-left.html' title='what are you...right or left? :)'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BaeWfom_OZU/TcVrLD3k_OI/AAAAAAAADgI/yfmnAPFhNfY/s72-c/paint-72dpi%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-7424980107300933729</id><published>2011-05-03T21:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T22:32:02.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope y’all been having a grrrr-reat week (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ttP7vEt7J6U/TcALGva4NpI/AAAAAAAADgA/XQPz3x3hdZ4/s1600/picture2life_26130_original%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CZaG5A719vY/TcAE5ZtA2BI/AAAAAAAADfw/23CEGkkv6dY/s1600/DSC01032edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 367px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602483320647637010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CZaG5A719vY/TcAE5ZtA2BI/AAAAAAAADfw/23CEGkkv6dY/s400/DSC01032edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry I haven’t been updating for quite awhile. I’ve been busy with my studies. Done with another photo-shooting session. Catalogue shooting session around the corner. Looking forward for a shooting session with the established malaysian fashion designer with over 20 years of experience the the fashion industry :)) plus a Photo shooting with the girls would be fun....can't wait =) Few slots are opens up for fashion shooting too. Not forgetting my sweethearts!! we will be having a reunion in KL real soon! Missing you girls so much =) have a safe flight babes muakssss! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602490146885219986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ttP7vEt7J6U/TcALGva4NpI/AAAAAAAADgA/XQPz3x3hdZ4/s400/picture2life_26130_original%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I’ve got this freakishly weird urge to blog but my brain refuses to cooperate with me. So yeah, here goes nothing….. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;About You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Questions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A – Available: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nope :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;B – BIRTHDAY:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th March&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C – CRUSHING ON: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aylor lautner &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;D – DRINK YOU LAST HAD: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E – EASIEST PERSON TO TALK TO: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;F – FAVORITE SONG: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Currently, 'FOR YOU I WILL by Teddy Geiger'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;G – GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BOTH .... i have a sweet tooth =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;H – HOMETOWN: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Malacca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I- IN LOVE WITH: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;J – JUGGLE: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nope :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;K – KILLED SOMEONE: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Of course not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;L – LONGEST CAR RIDE: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;From Melaka to Penang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M- MILKSHAKE FLAVOR: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oreos (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;N – NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O – ONE WISH: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to be the wealthiest person on earth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P – PERSON YOU CALLED LAST: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;R – REASON TO SMILE: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Delicious food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;S- SONG YOU LAST HEARD: &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG by Usher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;T – TIME YOU WOKE UP:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; 9 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;U – UNDERWEAR COLOR/PATTERN: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;V – VEGETABLE(S): &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Broccoli. Carrots. Cucumber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;W – WORST HABIT: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need ice cream to make me happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;X – X-RAYS YOU’VE HAD: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My gums.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y – YOYOS ARE: &lt;strong&gt;FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Z – ZODIAC SIGN: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pisces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;serves as a place to keep and share my memories. I'm not witty or funny or hardly interesting, but thanks to you all for always stopping by to read... &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a terrible habit of looking at tiny problems and making them feel unsurmountable. Now, however, I intend to change this entirely. I want to work harder at looking at things from different perspectives and trying to see the positive aspects of everything. I know this isn't the easiest thing in the world to do, but if you never try you'll never know. They say it takes 60 days to kick an old habit or make a new one. So hopefully, soon .... I have a bit of a rebirth myself.&lt;br /&gt;May God bless us all with love, joy, peace and success =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-7424980107300933729?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/7424980107300933729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/7424980107300933729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-hope-yall-been-having-grrrr-reat-week.html' title='I hope y’all been having a grrrr-reat week (:'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CZaG5A719vY/TcAE5ZtA2BI/AAAAAAAADfw/23CEGkkv6dY/s72-c/DSC01032edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-8873737402419675238</id><published>2011-04-28T17:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T17:57:34.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to pack in your model case?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vE_AnjG1ehY/Tbk43h0rNjI/AAAAAAAADfo/AGkosMbVKB8/s1600/melinda-17%255B1%255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600570138235188786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vE_AnjG1ehY/Tbk43h0rNjI/AAAAAAAADfo/AGkosMbVKB8/s400/melinda-17%255B1%255D.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNrksBlw4Ug/Tbk3SY8unpI/AAAAAAAADfY/XRngMVlR9M8/s1600/Athena%2527s%2BBack%2B3%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600568400686259858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNrksBlw4Ug/Tbk3SY8unpI/AAAAAAAADfY/XRngMVlR9M8/s400/Athena%2527s%2BBack%2B3%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5PQoga6sWnE/Tbk27VkVJJI/AAAAAAAADfQ/UNRi59tWb-c/s1600/Shanghai%2BTang%2BFall%2B2007%2B-%2B8%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600568004641629330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5PQoga6sWnE/Tbk27VkVJJI/AAAAAAAADfQ/UNRi59tWb-c/s400/Shanghai%2BTang%2BFall%2B2007%2B-%2B8%255B1%255D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DVSEAFSdHNQ/Tbk2knnV9vI/AAAAAAAADfA/_uQxy4qxHeI/s1600/JiHae%2BKim%2B-%2BEileen%2BFisher%2BSpring%2B2008%2B-%2B5%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 371px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600567614349113074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DVSEAFSdHNQ/Tbk2knnV9vI/AAAAAAAADfA/_uQxy4qxHeI/s400/JiHae%2BKim%2B-%2BEileen%2BFisher%2BSpring%2B2008%2B-%2B5%255B1%255D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hhaZmziFREU/TbkyQfkUlaI/AAAAAAAADe4/a7gbsOBFRek/s1600/Liu%2BWen%2B-%2BVogue%2BChina%2BMay%2B2011%2B-%2B10%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK, you're off to a model photo shoot. But, did you remember to pack your bag? Did you put everything you need in it? What you bring to your model photo session will depend upon whether this is your first shoot for a portfolio or a paying job. If you are shooting for an agent or client, he will tell you what to bring but you still need to carry basics in case of changes in hair, makeup, etc... Here are the essentials for your wardrobe. P.S. some of the clothing listed here will be provided if this is a model shoot for a client.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Casual - blue jeans, sports &amp;amp; knit tops, button up tops, shorts, blue jeans, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Business Suit - for a different look &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sports (exercise, uniforms, shorts, etc.) - If you plan to do some sports modeling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lingerie - If you plan to enter the lingerie market &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swim wear - needs to be a bikini that really flatters you &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any props like hats, neckties, men's shirts, jackets, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;G-string &amp;amp; bra in flesh tone color - This is to eliminate lines that show under clothing &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hose/nylons in an assortment of colors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Socks in different colors including black and white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bring several different bras including at least one push-up and one in flesh tone color &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A robe to wear between changes during the photo session &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bring a scarf to wear when changing to help keep makeup off client's and your clothing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accessories &lt;/strong&gt;- You've got to have something to compliment the clothes, right..&lt;br /&gt;Along with each outfit, try to bring accessories which will accent or match the outfit. Keep accessories simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assortment of necklaces Earrings &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bracelets &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Choker (these are popular at the time of this writing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wristwatch - You normally wouldn't wear a watch unless you are doing a photo where you will be looking at the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shoes, Shoes, Shoes!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with accessories, shoes should match or accent the outfit. But, you can also think outside the box on the subject of footwear. For example; High heels have a totally different look with jeans or swim wear than with an evening dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dress shoes - Bring several different pairs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;High heels - Also an assortment &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boots or high heel boots &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sandal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't forget about the hair!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some items you'll need for your hair (or hair removal)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;An assortment of combs and hairbrushes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Straightener &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A couple of headbands &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shaving cream and a couple of sharp razors &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anything else you use for hair care&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When coming to the model shoot, I would suggest leaving the hair fairly natural with very little (if any) hairspray.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Makeup and facial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Even if your shoot involves a make-up artist, you still may want to pack the following cuz make-up fades as time passes and sometimes we are requested to put on our own foundation base bcuz of the the time issue and not enough helping hand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your complete makeup kit along with a &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A moisturizer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cottonballs and swabs Lip balm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vaseline &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A good skin cleanser &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Several different shades of lip color (be sure to bring some solid colors)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nails, finger that is. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your complete manicure kit &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nail polish with neutral color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remover kit for nail polish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A nice manicure wilreally enhance your model photos, especially images where your hand is near your face in close-ups so pay particular attention to your nails. Don't put on so bright colours :)))&lt;/p&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/5152835235188360151-8873737402419675238?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/8873737402419675238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/8873737402419675238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-to-pack-in-your-model-case.html' title='What to pack in your model case?'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vE_AnjG1ehY/Tbk43h0rNjI/AAAAAAAADfo/AGkosMbVKB8/s72-c/melinda-17%255B1%255D.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-3772827127039819960</id><published>2011-04-23T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T22:50:41.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever the eyes see &amp; the heart feels :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDc26qNT3D4/TbLmxpiSPzI/AAAAAAAADew/Jhp4Hc7lzqc/s1600/hug-tuesday-power-of-hugging%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598791027412582194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDc26qNT3D4/TbLmxpiSPzI/AAAAAAAADew/Jhp4Hc7lzqc/s400/hug-tuesday-power-of-hugging%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;“&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love’s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; involved with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spending time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;but spending &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;time apart&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;can lead to&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;loving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; even &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;— Tyler Hawkins, Remember Me&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/5152835235188360151-3772827127039819960?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/3772827127039819960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/3772827127039819960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/04/whatever-eyes-see-heart-feels.html' title='Whatever the eyes see &amp; the heart feels :))'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDc26qNT3D4/TbLmxpiSPzI/AAAAAAAADew/Jhp4Hc7lzqc/s72-c/hug-tuesday-power-of-hugging%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-4512619108284350340</id><published>2011-04-22T23:49:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T13:29:28.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just sharing :))))</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Different people have different opinions on how to strut the catwalk but what's actually the right way to do a catwalk?&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;..... I've seen and have been taught by tonnes of different individuals on how to strut the runway but each &amp;amp; everyone of them has different styles/technique of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;catwalking&lt;/span&gt; and they always claim that their walk is the right one but however, when you master one's catwalk, the other individual would say its incorrect . 'Ball of confusion i tell you'....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.... Anyway,..... professionalism wise....., the walk we should/want to master would be the international catwalk. It's very Clean Cut. Nothing more, nothing less. It sounds simple but many failed to master because these days models are prone to crazy poses or hand gestures at the end of the runway. besides that, too much hips and arms swinging , slouching , blur faces , protruding lips, no eye contact,etc etc.... would be an additional disaster... YES it isn't wrong but would you rather be listed as the 'shopping mall model' or the experience one? also, most individuals whom can barely master the clean cut walk are trying and implying those crazy moves and turns into their catwalk... see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pek&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chek&lt;/span&gt; and girls actually cried because it was so hard to break out from their comfort zone. but at the end of the day, it depends on what show you are doing, the location, choreographer, client, outfits and etc... but if you were to attend any kinda of casting &amp;amp; you are required to do a catwalk, clean cut catwalk is the one you should strut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pictures of clean cut walk: most of the time, no posing required at the end of the runway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and no smiling too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598579279811554386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PRnCwX_wdzg/TbImMUQHrFI/AAAAAAAADeY/5xrk_Rs3c8I/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598579272767740290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qkmHIP4aaAI/TbImL6AvmYI/AAAAAAAADeI/K4LGw5aGmIQ/s400/Agatha-Ruiz-de-la-Prada-Fal%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the aboves : clean cut walk loOK much nicer rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANYWAYS...., &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh man! I miss them !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LdHVZ7gflsA/TbGlGz_NPBI/AAAAAAAADdo/92-Vw5OmJaw/s1600/10233_152454090427_690705427_4048955_616629_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 397px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598437348251352082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LdHVZ7gflsA/TbGlGz_NPBI/AAAAAAAADdo/92-Vw5OmJaw/s400/10233_152454090427_690705427_4048955_616629_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w_o2vMqKMq8/TbGlGl8MU6I/AAAAAAAADdg/De0CBljCvk8/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598437344480613282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w_o2vMqKMq8/TbGlGl8MU6I/AAAAAAAADdg/De0CBljCvk8/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Above : My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sayang&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- I remembered the days where you would take me out to eat and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shop with your friends.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that one moment where you cancelled your flight and came down to Malacca to surprise me...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;...I love you!! The funny moments we had was definitely the microwave egg explosion &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;happenned&lt;/span&gt; to our friend and the moment where people thought we were lesbian in the club plus the attention she gets from the crowd in the club was crazy 'she's standing on the dance floor DANCING making guys &amp;amp; girls feeling like a midget!!!' she's 6 feet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... she's a diva on the runway i tell you but a sweetie pie in person :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--on5yzF3Q20/TbGlGSzMx_I/AAAAAAAADdY/NTJrA58Nmrk/s1600/61150_1596668206296_1523724552_1533363_7499789_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598437339342620658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--on5yzF3Q20/TbGlGSzMx_I/AAAAAAAADdY/NTJrA58Nmrk/s400/61150_1596668206296_1523724552_1533363_7499789_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; above : My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sayang&lt;/span&gt; too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- She makes me laugh a lot! I remembered that one moment where she was coughing non-stop and I told her to get a mask &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I was afraid to go near her &amp;amp; she wore the mask + sunglasses = looking like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;michael&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jackson&lt;/span&gt; walking in the shopping mall. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... She loves eating so much and each time we go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mamak&lt;/span&gt;, she would order that same old MAGGI &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GORENG&lt;/span&gt; and she refuse to share it with anyone!&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 382px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598576079634028754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xINcjkte3oE/TbIjSCqV2NI/AAAAAAAADeA/FsCPRQ0G8uo/s400/DSC00750.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;above : baby &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lex&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He was always afraid of me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I would steal his french fries and junk food.He's super smart for a kid and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fyi&lt;/span&gt; he models kids clothing! so cute i tell you... I always ask him to diet and he admits he has too... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; adorable eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MDnqAvsVnNI/TbGlGN25PCI/AAAAAAAADdQ/a67cvc5pFhc/s1600/20461_263331494180_522554180_3156140_2724302_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598437338015939618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MDnqAvsVnNI/TbGlGN25PCI/AAAAAAAADdQ/a67cvc5pFhc/s400/20461_263331494180_522554180_3156140_2724302_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above : My darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sot i miss you a lot :(((( The one moment I remembered the most was the time I always borrowed your clothes, accessories, shoes...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; she had so many beautiful stuff in the closet and I felt like having it ALL! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;... There was one moment were she woke up feeling so hot and headache &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; my arm was resting on top of her head and she knows I'm super hygienic and a germ exterminator! She doesn't dare sitting on my bed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; she knows i will scream like a witch..hahaha...She's rarely smiles and looks super fierce when you first saw her but she's actually a very shy person... She has the style and also the moves on the runway.Her signature walk is her thing! she's a supermodel n hope YOU make it big in overseas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598576076677223666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tbv4qK8XSHw/TbIjR3pYlPI/AAAAAAAADd4/LAAs5MPRA4w/s400/31298_390372461428_508571428_4247129_3777021_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BMe2youvlmo/TbGjuX2UQYI/AAAAAAAADdI/Vn8wYzGKNVo/s1600/41238_436962357056_142682252056_5365825_2112403_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598435828869382530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BMe2youvlmo/TbGjuX2UQYI/AAAAAAAADdI/Vn8wYzGKNVo/s400/41238_436962357056_142682252056_5365825_2112403_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Above: International supermodel , Angie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- The one moments that brought me to tears was the tiMe we had the ' inner feelings talk'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funny moments was definitely the time we were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;camwhoring&lt;/span&gt; and acting cute...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet moments was when she gave a hanDmade card &amp;amp; sweets in it :)))) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;loveeee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She takes good editorial pictures and appeared in magazines like female, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FHM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;M'sia&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;Indonesia , &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Asteliear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beaute&lt;/span&gt; , New tide and many more....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RklyZolIUJk/TbGjuCQgBTI/AAAAAAAADdA/N3gdR8omaPg/s1600/207976_10150218893310832_739685831_8572290_1330856_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598435823073625394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RklyZolIUJk/TbGjuCQgBTI/AAAAAAAADdA/N3gdR8omaPg/s400/207976_10150218893310832_739685831_8572290_1330856_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;above : My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sayang&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- She laughs when I laugh... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;! She's only 18 but she's 6 feet 1 :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She loves my cooking which I appreciate it a lot and my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sayang&lt;/span&gt; is super very kind in borrowing her stuff! She loves BOOST 'a drink' a lot and has tonnes of killer heels at her age! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;... I miss you &amp;amp; I shall see you soon babe! cant wait :))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QLwU3irfq9E/TbGjt6OEfzI/AAAAAAAADc4/13DzAq12Qss/s1600/58029_464133572292_724822292_5797895_2888946_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598435820915949362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QLwU3irfq9E/TbGjt6OEfzI/AAAAAAAADc4/13DzAq12Qss/s400/58029_464133572292_724822292_5797895_2888946_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;above: This chic loves my poached eggs and she would ask me to cook for her from time to time...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;... she can tell really funny stories i tell you! and She has one smoking body :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H-fnmwNSXf8/TbGjtk346kI/AAAAAAAADcw/CnueAVe0EIs/s1600/n699545619_2052809_2180%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598435815185771074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H-fnmwNSXf8/TbGjtk346kI/AAAAAAAADcw/CnueAVe0EIs/s400/n699545619_2052809_2180%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I remembered that one moment where we went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mamak&lt;/span&gt; and chat till the shop closes! and also dance like crazy hot &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chics&lt;/span&gt; on the dance floor .... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.. she's so sweet in person and also a hardworking one :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598435815252042786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lehiqQimtdE/TbGjtlHsJCI/AAAAAAAADco/rGhX68YZ5hA/s400/9320_297066875095_873465095_9637473_5813323_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Last but not least , &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Moogs&lt;/span&gt;! He's hairstyle is so cool and I remembered that one moment where we were waiting under the hot sun and you said you were going to MELT! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; so funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;His signature pose would be the 'hunch back'!! hahaha and he's a very sweet &amp;amp; nice person too :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: Good Friends is what can make life enjoyable and worthwhile. Friendship is something sweet and something special that gives life that extra kick. Keep in touch : D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-4512619108284350340?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/4512619108284350340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/4512619108284350340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/04/random.html' title='Just sharing :))))'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PRnCwX_wdzg/TbImMUQHrFI/AAAAAAAADeY/5xrk_Rs3c8I/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-5905811211076755600</id><published>2011-04-19T15:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T15:48:26.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saw this and just thought of sharing it =))</title><content type='html'>It's either you understand or you don't. That simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend invited me to her house, I found her sister alone in the house, she was unbelievably sexy, she whispered in my ear, "i have feelings for you, shall we have sex" , I immediately turned around and walked to the front door to go to my car, I found my girlfriend standing there, she hugged me and said: "you've won my trust"... Moral of the story: always keep your condoms in the car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;...PERIODS SUCK...Peeing in the morning after you wake up andthe toilet looks like a bowl of Hawaiian Punch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm wearing my BEST butt jeans, my cutest shirt, my hair looks amazing, and no matter where i go looking like this, NO hot guys are there.I'm at Wal*Mart, hair tied up in a bun, no makeup, sweat pants,old t-shirt with paint and holes in it, and slippers. and every time I turn around, HOT GUYS EVERYWHERE.freakkin lovely. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;KID: Dad, can you write in the dark?FATHER: I think so. What do you want me to write?KID: Your name on this report card. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;“BOYS ARE LIKE ONIONS" ..THEY ADD TASTE AND SPICE IN GIRLS LIVES.. BUT JUST LIKE ONIONS, THEY MAKE GIRLS CRY TOO......A REAL MAN is not defined by how many girlfriends he had, instead, It’s how many girls cried when he said, “No, I’m taken and I love her.” &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Advantages Of Being A Women:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. We got off the Titanic first.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Taxis stop for us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Men die earlier, so we get to cash in on the life insurance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. We don't look like a frog in a blender when we're dancing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. We can hug our friends without wondering if she's gay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. We can hug our friends without wondering if we're gay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. We don't have to fart to amuse ourselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. We can congratulate our team-mate without touching her butt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. We have the ability to dress ourselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. We have enough sense to realize that the easiest way to get out of being lost is to ask for directions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Honey, your skirt is so high up it's a belt. Your hair is so bright it hurts my eyes. Your skin is so orange you look like you were an unfortunate victim of an explosion at an orange juice factory. Your eyes have so much make up on them you look like a raccoon. Who are you trying to impress, a blind man? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today I was approached by a homeless man who asked if i had any changeI only had two dimes, but i gave it to him anyways. As i watched him walk away, he put the dimes in someone's expired parking meterSomeone who can't afford to feed himself but helps others. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;*Watching t.v**A sex scene comes on**Mom walks in*Mom:What are you watching?!?!?!?!You: A SHOW THAT WAS INNOCENT BEFORE YOU WALKED IN!!!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-5905811211076755600?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/5905811211076755600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/5905811211076755600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/04/saw-this-and-just-thought-of-sharing-it.html' title='saw this and just thought of sharing it =))'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-5654368822486330580</id><published>2011-04-18T18:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T21:06:48.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nope, I haven't abandoned the blog....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X_7sBsabOIY/Taw0rmjRbBI/AAAAAAAADcg/qODdoO-AbW0/s1600/jj.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W_GJnva25S8/TawNraAhksI/AAAAAAAADcY/rdj_lMU9Nxo/s1600/197858_1478449300037_1797917834_873755_8348658_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596863476281742018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W_GJnva25S8/TawNraAhksI/AAAAAAAADcY/rdj_lMU9Nxo/s400/197858_1478449300037_1797917834_873755_8348658_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wLlY0toyJdo/TawNrTnXMvI/AAAAAAAADcQ/Us4eBp2hkdc/s1600/215471_10150262073909517_529204516_9257958_5589516_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596863474565591794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wLlY0toyJdo/TawNrTnXMvI/AAAAAAAADcQ/Us4eBp2hkdc/s400/215471_10150262073909517_529204516_9257958_5589516_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pTRZO_1XKU/TawNrKqX4DI/AAAAAAAADcI/D917D5BQuBs/s1600/197189_10150149937144451_815619450_6196863_2508512_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596863472162299954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1pTRZO_1XKU/TawNrKqX4DI/AAAAAAAADcI/D917D5BQuBs/s400/197189_10150149937144451_815619450_6196863_2508512_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kj9L6h-vH18/TawNrNRbANI/AAAAAAAADcA/QSXbWijuqF8/s1600/207908_1804530165537_1608387357_31752292_3470680_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596863472862953682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kj9L6h-vH18/TawNrNRbANI/AAAAAAAADcA/QSXbWijuqF8/s400/207908_1804530165537_1608387357_31752292_3470680_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03lVW8lkq-8/TawNq9OQBgI/AAAAAAAADb4/G4SNVu970TM/s1600/205026_1804577046709_1608387357_31752336_6355739_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596863468554683906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03lVW8lkq-8/TawNq9OQBgI/AAAAAAAADb4/G4SNVu970TM/s400/205026_1804577046709_1608387357_31752336_6355739_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time passes by fast when I'm busy... suddenly I glance up and it's almost been weeks since I've posted. I am so sorry that I have been MIA. My life has been hectic times a billion lately. Let me give you a recap....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm giving myself a huge break right now cuz i'm physically, mentally and emotionally drained .... fashion shows was a successed and gosh, more than 10 fashion shows completed and several photoshooting...how exhausting is tat???!! so, i've postponed all shootings &amp;amp; etc. cuz my whole body screams 'STOP'! seriously...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, next month i have to catch up with all the postponed shootings and runways...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I adore doing designers fashion show cuz everything is so professional and the design of each outfit is high fashion couture and all so pretty =))) The Fashion Showcase all the famous Malaysian designers from Khoon Hooi, Edric Ong , Zang Toi , Dominique , and many more... I love Melinda Looi's design so much and she has her own collection of designed outfits in Pavilion, KL which cost up to RM9000.... only the rich and famous can afford it man.... Most of her designs are long gowns with Extravagant Trains and its aint easy to strut down the runway with those outfits and not forgetting a pair of killer heels some more....fuh!! *wipe sweat off* hahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dammit lar...malacca only offers unpaid fantasy/bridal/hair show!who does things for free i dun get it???everything nowadays is about the money, money, money!!! what I dislike most is fantasy makeup show... hideous looking makeup and hairdo and worst of all, they DON'T pay those models at all...wtf rite?? let them sit there for hours, destroying your face and hair &amp;amp; then, do a FREE show for them in those hideous obscene outfit in public...Ugly stuff man... I have friends who does fashion show at RM1000 and as low as RM400 ... SEE, this is what i call worth doing lar....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lately, i'm trying to break into the commercial industry and also print ads/billboards.... cuz big bucks comes from commercials and print ads $$$$$$ so hell yea...I wil be heading back to KL next month and I've been having a great time at parties in KL and gosh....they throw the hottest parties!! love love love it.... haiz.... I miss my supermodel chics so muchie!they are such great fun and they make me laugh like a maniac i tell you!! looking forward to see them in few weeks time =))))) Ntg much about university cuz this semester only 2 subjects and yea boring as usual ....also, i've been really inactive in sports cuz my whole system is temporarily dead. hahahaha.... Okay, that's all for today. I'll write more next time....I promise. So until further notice, go about your blogging business. And don't miss me too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;********************************* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596906360602192914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X_7sBsabOIY/Taw0rmjRbBI/AAAAAAAADcg/qODdoO-AbW0/s400/jj.bmp" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we drive each other nuts, sometimes we laugh like crazy, sometimes we're the silliest people ever and MOST TIMES we use our own made up words. He is my best friend, my partner in crime and the person who knows the most about me. Even when he's driving me crazy I have to admit I'm pretty lucky to call him mine :)))) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-5654368822486330580?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/5654368822486330580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/5654368822486330580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/04/nope-i-havent-abandoned-blog.html' title='Nope, I haven&apos;t abandoned the blog....'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W_GJnva25S8/TawNraAhksI/AAAAAAAADcY/rdj_lMU9Nxo/s72-c/197858_1478449300037_1797917834_873755_8348658_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-2569049102061347524</id><published>2011-03-29T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T23:40:56.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>harlo</title><content type='html'>been super busy lately and as usual super malas nak blogging but have to update once in awhile lar or else my blog is dead....haha&lt;br /&gt;this friday is APRIL FOOLS day and yeap one month has flown by again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiz saturday my schedule is packed with events and its hectic i tell ya cuz i'll be &lt;span style="" id="search"&gt;&lt;em&gt;strutting&lt;/em&gt; down the &lt;em&gt;runway&lt;/em&gt; with custom made designer clothing from :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fbProfileBylineFragment"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;MODA [&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="profileName fn ginormousProfileName fwb"&gt; Malaysian Official Designers Association ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="profileName fn ginormousProfileName fwb"&gt;BDA [ Bumiputra Designers Association ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="profileName fn ginormousProfileName fwb"&gt;YODA [ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Young Designers Arena---- establishes in a fashion industries to develop and  grow the fashion scene in Malaysia among young and talented fashion  designers ]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IFF &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clothes made from paper designed by a group of designers in regarding of the 'recycling campaign'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all in all i'll be having 5 designers shows in a day and yes it's hectic! done tonnes of fitting with the rest of the caucasian male n female models plus african models and gosh the russian and saudi arabia models are hot....!! hahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nak tido now cuz esok n the day after tomoro i'm very busyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy lar.... hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blogging skills sucks BIGTIME!sowieeeeeeeee..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-2569049102061347524?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/2569049102061347524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/2569049102061347524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/03/harlo.html' title='harlo'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-6528934553468924592</id><published>2011-03-18T15:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T16:42:34.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let me start this off by saying that I AM TERRIBLE AT updating blogs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;well friends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it has been a while..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a l o o o o o o n g&lt;/strong&gt; w h i l e.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND..a lot has changed in this oofa life since i last saw ya..&lt;br /&gt;my blog fog head has been on overdrive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so far this year and my blogging skills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seem to be a massive fail oh so recently...!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After a nice, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;long break&lt;/span&gt; from the blogging world, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finally decided it's time to start writing again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've had a lot of things that needed my attention and focus, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so I chose to give the blog a bit of a rest &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so I could put all my energy where it really needed to be....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LIKE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Making sure i've completed all my assignments and chores...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cooking up some delicious goodness in the kitchen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;studying like a fool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Working, working, working. Have I mentioned I've been working my butt off?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enjoying my one-on-one time with him on the internet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, I'm back. Hopefully on a more regular basis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can you believe it's Friday already?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm looking forward for KL's fashion week....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just adore runway shows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;probably 40% more than photoshoots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"strap on stunning heels and strut down the runway"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woots woots!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the chaos backstage makes you have butterflies in your stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lately i just did an Ads shooting in this enormous studio in KL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's kinda cool cuz I had to change my poses like a 100 times for that 10 minutes shoot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;close-up shot is still my favourite cuz it just focuses on the facial expression and ntg else....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sweeeeeet niblets!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went way out of my comfort zone cuz the pictures taken below is more to the commercial side which is a different side of me cuz I often feel more comfortable with editorial shooting. but it's worth a TRY!lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_TnDO7lvTvc/TYMPRoZgKmI/AAAAAAAADbw/bY8gi148knY/s1600/200797_10150205753034554_737304553_8946826_1295896_n%255B1%255Dedited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585324758446123618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_TnDO7lvTvc/TYMPRoZgKmI/AAAAAAAADbw/bY8gi148knY/s400/200797_10150205753034554_737304553_8946826_1295896_n%255B1%255Dedited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u-uXhhC97zY/TYMNyD7Fg3I/AAAAAAAADbo/ljqljDaXUsE/s1600/189171_183688605009445_100001049192278_466938_7722701_n%255B1%255Dedited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585323116567298930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u-uXhhC97zY/TYMNyD7Fg3I/AAAAAAAADbo/ljqljDaXUsE/s400/189171_183688605009445_100001049192278_466938_7722701_n%255B1%255Dedited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dl9Jx_Rrt3Q/TYMMlYHU5ZI/AAAAAAAADbg/5-3DwCJ2LvM/s1600/200590_183689478342691_100001049192278_466946_914036_n%255B1%255Dedited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585321799137420690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dl9Jx_Rrt3Q/TYMMlYHU5ZI/AAAAAAAADbg/5-3DwCJ2LvM/s400/200590_183689478342691_100001049192278_466946_914036_n%255B1%255Dedited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss Malaysia World 2011...should i or shouldnt i??urghh there's just too many subjects next semester and i'm confident that assignments will piling up like CRAZY next sem!hmmm still considering lar..... anyways, I got an A for my maths which is awesome...A for workplace communication which is even more awesome cuz from the beginning of the semester I thought I was going to fail tat subject cuz the lecturer always cancel class &gt;&lt; " ...... also an A for co-cu subject and I was surprised cuz I did screwed up during few lessons...hahaha i was playing the whole time during training tho!!B+ for macro economics??wth... everyone was complaining that we were all going to fail cuz we can barely hear what the lecture was mumbling and he barely teaches us... amen for tat!! hahahaha...... but screw finance paper tho! tough like shit!!! hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;note:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have amazing people in my life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I can't imagine going a day without talking to them in some way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;last but not least i need tonnes of new clothes...!&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/5152835235188360151-6528934553468924592?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/6528934553468924592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/6528934553468924592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/03/let-me-start-this-off-by-saying-that-i.html' title='let me start this off by saying that I AM TERRIBLE AT updating blogs!'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_TnDO7lvTvc/TYMPRoZgKmI/AAAAAAAADbw/bY8gi148knY/s72-c/200797_10150205753034554_737304553_8946826_1295896_n%255B1%255Dedited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-2542400022840714382</id><published>2011-02-25T16:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T17:05:09.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wonder what's underneath?</title><content type='html'>once in a while we pass by a super drop dead gorgeous chic strolling down the mall and we're amazed by her beauty and flawless skin.guys especially!hahaha....they will get so caught up by her beauty and her looks.I'm sure many of us have seen tonnes stunning pictures of this beautiful girls in facebook,taiwan show n google images....[with super huge eyes and dollface]!but have u ever wonder how they look like in person without make up?haha after seeing this pictures,we will definitely want them to wear make up for the rest of their lives.come on....they totally don't look a like at all with the before and after make up process!super duper different"the dark circles,bad skin,eye bags,tiny eyes,square face...."gosh!that's why don't judge a book by its cover guys...haha...beauty is from within...outer beauty is just temporary and its all covered up by tonnes of chemicals which in long run destroys n ruins our face..LESS IS MORE i shall say...to sum up,make up is just for special occasion or parties.Let your face breathe as much as it could...of course without make up some girls will feel neglected by the guys and they can't seem to stop 'traffic' but go slow on it...but i've seen natural pretty face....they look much better without make up and once they put it on...hmmm they're just prettier without it on...however....there is some girls whom is not so pretty and then when they put make up on,gosh their face are to die for!prepare to get freak out cuz you would.now you know how all those pretty baby face get their wow factor?simple.more foundation,super long eye lash and lots of eyeliner and blusher!!haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-193Sv97DEX4/TWdolYU7YBI/AAAAAAAADaw/vdSsJjnyuCY/s1600/before_after50%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577541654916325394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-193Sv97DEX4/TWdolYU7YBI/AAAAAAAADaw/vdSsJjnyuCY/s400/before_after50%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jFOgw7jkumg/TWdolQOSp9I/AAAAAAAADao/vGKBADaraNY/s1600/asian_girls_22%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577541652741007314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jFOgw7jkumg/TWdolQOSp9I/AAAAAAAADao/vGKBADaraNY/s400/asian_girls_22%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sl4IOwyy2WY/TWdok9MhESI/AAAAAAAADag/rV0R8_aZ2cc/s1600/asian_girls_21%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577541647633289506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sl4IOwyy2WY/TWdok9MhESI/AAAAAAAADag/rV0R8_aZ2cc/s400/asian_girls_21%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KPSZVbLAWVs/TWdokkdERII/AAAAAAAADaY/4CfHkNDKRMg/s1600/asian_girls_13%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577541640991818882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KPSZVbLAWVs/TWdokkdERII/AAAAAAAADaY/4CfHkNDKRMg/s400/asian_girls_13%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l93KjD9m-ow/TWdoki8FzGI/AAAAAAAADaQ/yTeTWu_82ao/s1600/asian_girls_01%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577541640585071714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l93KjD9m-ow/TWdoki8FzGI/AAAAAAAADaQ/yTeTWu_82ao/s400/asian_girls_01%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S:women should thank make-up for not ruining their everyday image&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/5152835235188360151-2542400022840714382?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/2542400022840714382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/2542400022840714382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/02/wonder-whats-underneath.html' title='wonder what&apos;s underneath?'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-193Sv97DEX4/TWdolYU7YBI/AAAAAAAADaw/vdSsJjnyuCY/s72-c/before_after50%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-672313617831646917</id><published>2011-02-21T12:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T12:08:37.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men, stop eating those rotten apples! :0)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bvkHiiK8A2Q/TWHkmZNLlxI/AAAAAAAADZw/hRLE8BumYA4/s1600/2587704390051663959VSCFty_fs%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575989161913718546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bvkHiiK8A2Q/TWHkmZNLlxI/AAAAAAAADZw/hRLE8BumYA4/s400/2587704390051663959VSCFty_fs%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girls are like&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; apples&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on trees. The &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;best ones&lt;/span&gt; are at the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;top&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of the tree. The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they're amazing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-672313617831646917?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/672313617831646917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/672313617831646917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/02/men-stop-eating-those-rotten-apples-0.html' title='Men, stop eating those rotten apples! :0)'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bvkHiiK8A2Q/TWHkmZNLlxI/AAAAAAAADZw/hRLE8BumYA4/s72-c/2587704390051663959VSCFty_fs%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-7975274117926809723</id><published>2011-02-15T16:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T17:12:51.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's next?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NMxwjSGxIPo/TVo-ehyCr-I/AAAAAAAADZg/i56rAIjaZxw/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573836183009669090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NMxwjSGxIPo/TVo-ehyCr-I/AAAAAAAADZg/i56rAIjaZxw/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iFqejWXcbRU/TVo9rkNtEHI/AAAAAAAADZY/upej-36-Ggo/s1600/untitledSGHS.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 445px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573835307489235058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iFqejWXcbRU/TVo9rkNtEHI/AAAAAAAADZY/upej-36-Ggo/s400/untitledSGHS.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kinda feel like I've wasted my opportunity for not representing Malaysia to compete at the largest independent beauty and talent showcase in Asia Pacific which will be held in KOREA in JUNE!yes korea *the place that many korea's diehard fans wishes to go*....haizz.....There will be over 70 countries competing for the title and its awesome to get to know many new people and gaining tremendous experience from this pageant. However, school is more important lar... I wouldn't want to skip lecture class for 3 weeks right? So terpaksa reject lor... Lately, I've missed out tonnes of opportunities from great modeling agencies in KL, and several photoshoot in KL itself due to my final examinations,CNY and boyfriend's homecoming. Studying and taking modeling many steps further is not an easy combination because BOTH needs a lot of time and effort. So yea..... i'll take it easy for now and when I got time... i'll push myself further... For now , I'll study hard, eat hard, sleep hard and try to find time for fashion shows and photoshoots. Best of all, Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeppppppppp and eattt! &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/5152835235188360151-7975274117926809723?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/7975274117926809723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/7975274117926809723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/02/whats-next.html' title='what&apos;s next?'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NMxwjSGxIPo/TVo-ehyCr-I/AAAAAAAADZg/i56rAIjaZxw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-5198506026881210141</id><published>2011-02-14T06:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T06:47:00.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 years and still counting =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-joy-r7G8vz0/TVhaYdkWqDI/AAAAAAAADXY/-dQlNlSE_B8/s1600/DSCN7919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573303915171457074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-joy-r7G8vz0/TVhaYdkWqDI/AAAAAAAADXY/-dQlNlSE_B8/s400/DSCN7919.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Happy &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Valentine’s&lt;/span&gt; Day Sweetheart &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0nTzpbuIgkI/TVhaX-uH4wI/AAAAAAAADXQ/2AwDTMBg-aA/s1600/DSCN7936edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573303906890932994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0nTzpbuIgkI/TVhaX-uH4wI/AAAAAAAADXQ/2AwDTMBg-aA/s400/DSCN7936edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_Im7RWTtCY/TVhZytw3XDI/AAAAAAAADXI/QzmEyBKHTlo/s1600/DSCN7888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573303266683870258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u_Im7RWTtCY/TVhZytw3XDI/AAAAAAAADXI/QzmEyBKHTlo/s400/DSCN7888.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love you all through February, not just on Valentine's Day. I knew right from the start....we had a very special bond. Our time together is a gift. You’re interesting, warm and fun! and when I need to talk and share, I'll run straight to You. We have no reason to pretend because we know each other so well from our heads to our toes... I’m thankful that you’re in my life =) Although we won't be celebrating Valentine's Day for many many years, it's okay cuz today is just another ordinary day. Thanks for trying your very best to give me everything I ever wanted. Just to have you by my side for one minute and give you a hug is all I would wish for now cuz i'm missing you so very much already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-5198506026881210141?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/5198506026881210141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/5198506026881210141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/02/8-years-and-still-counting.html' title='8 years and still counting =)'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-joy-r7G8vz0/TVhaYdkWqDI/AAAAAAAADXY/-dQlNlSE_B8/s72-c/DSCN7919.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-8177464930806378011</id><published>2011-02-11T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T21:44:19.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more day without you is one more day closer to being with you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TVUnDr2UtrI/AAAAAAAADXA/P0LqDn8dziE/s1600/169062_10150097026542698_642427697_6014257_1378199_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572403058204522162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TVUnDr2UtrI/AAAAAAAADXA/P0LqDn8dziE/s400/169062_10150097026542698_642427697_6014257_1378199_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TVUnDfQmZnI/AAAAAAAADW4/3TzviGKupcI/s1600/167112_172957209415918_100001049192278_401886_7785683_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572403054825072242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TVUnDfQmZnI/AAAAAAAADW4/3TzviGKupcI/s400/167112_172957209415918_100001049192278_401886_7785683_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TVUnDcqeqoI/AAAAAAAADWw/btQf3ceZMP8/s1600/180856_10150096890902698_642427697_6012845_2537596_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572403054128310914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TVUnDcqeqoI/AAAAAAAADWw/btQf3ceZMP8/s400/180856_10150096890902698_642427697_6012845_2537596_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nLDablOaUMM/TVUnDHUkC5I/AAAAAAAADWo/2IfDX1AQohE/s1600/167101_10150097065007698_642427697_6014591_5269205_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572403048399244178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nLDablOaUMM/TVUnDHUkC5I/AAAAAAAADWo/2IfDX1AQohE/s400/167101_10150097065007698_642427697_6014591_5269205_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pz-HIRJSbAU/TVUnDIkGniI/AAAAAAAADWg/-HJwscm50SQ/s1600/164378_10150096891237698_642427697_6012847_1660926_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572403048732859938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pz-HIRJSbAU/TVUnDIkGniI/AAAAAAAADWg/-HJwscm50SQ/s400/164378_10150096891237698_642427697_6012847_1660926_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In a blink of an eye, 3  weeks hast past without me even realizing it because I was having so much fun, laughter and craziness with him. It gets emotional knowing that he will be heading back to Moscow by this end of the week. haizzzzz........Goodbye seems so easy when I am saying it to others but it never gets easy when I have to say it to You. You coming home for this winter break was definitely the best valentine's present in advance I could ever received. it Looks like you will be leaving a day before valentine's day and we will both be having romantic candle light dinner through the webcam....haiz very poor thing but it's good enough because the few hours I spend with you....are worth the thousand hours I spend without you. I'm going to miss you like madness. no doubt. In this short period of time, we have tried to do as much fun stuff as we can possibly do together before goodbyes approaches AGAIN. We played tennis cause I love love LOVEE outdoor sports but non share the same interest as me. we played our very first archery game together. We headed to the movies after many many many months not stepping into the cinema. We jalan-jalan cari makan and we are both food lovers. We have great passion about good food and he claims that I can become a great food critic cuz I definitely have something to say *good and bad* about a particular food that I put into my mouth. hahahaha..... Today we headed to this to beautiful place. Blue skies, cool breeze, sun filtering through the trees....sweeeeeeeeeet! Not forgetting SHOPPING!almost everyday..... When you leave liau, things around here will surely be very quiet and No fun =( I will surely have dreams about you almost every nite and waking up is the worst part all the time because realizing that it was just part of a dream... Sometimes I miss you so much, I just want to rip you out of my dreams and hug you!!! Like how you wish I could be in Moscow with you....., How I wish I could be there with you too, but distance has kept us apart. Apart physically, but in spirit, you are always in my heart. No doubt. We have grown  spiritually, mentally, physically, emotionally, socially, and other life goals. Us From kiddos to young adults who wants and dreamss of making big bucks in the future....From lil teenagers who first laid eyes on each other and fell in love at first sight till we are Not afraid to act SILLY in front of each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its sickening that so many people frequently asked us both this few similar questions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Don't you guys get bored of each other?" , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why waste each others time when you guys are miles apart from each other?" , "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's your secret ?", &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You still so young, why so serious?" , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Haiyor long way to go some more lar, Go have fun la!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the wrong with you guys lar??? Why should someone keep changing partners like changing underwear?? Super cheapskate man those girls or guys who frequently change partners and they think highly about themselves..They feel proud that they can tackle this person that person ....Zzzzzzz.... When you accept someone as your partner.....make sure you analyze the person from HEAD-to-Toe first before jumpping into a relationship because we want to make sure that ONE person that we chose to be with is the man or woman of our lives eternity. Because First love is always the most precious one. Not the second or third. screw all those stupid ridiculous questions lar because it's our lives AND not yours! thank you. This is human nature lar... They macam bosong jer when seeing other people happy. They just want to crush you down and when you break down.... then this humans pula act caring...Wtf? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see you tomorrow for the last time and I'm gonna make sure its going to be a great farewell.... Feel so emo thinking about us chatting thru the four box computer screen till midnights and it's tough shit cuz we can't convey true emotions and feelings to one another.... I just want everyday to pass by quickly so I can see you again =(  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;senyour,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wherever you go, whatever you do, you know I love you ... from my heart I really do. I will be waiting, always. Whatever it takes, whatever's at stake, you know I'll be right here, right here ... always waiting for you. Time may take us apart, that's true, but I will always be there for you no matter the miles between. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PIG&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/5152835235188360151-8177464930806378011?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/8177464930806378011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/8177464930806378011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-more-day-without-you-is-one-more.html' title='One more day without you is one more day closer to being with you.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TVUnDr2UtrI/AAAAAAAADXA/P0LqDn8dziE/s72-c/169062_10150097026542698_642427697_6014257_1378199_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-6603739521955663691</id><published>2011-01-21T23:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T09:27:56.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madness is genius...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TTmsadKgPGI/AAAAAAAADWM/gSxDXzz5UuQ/s1600/Copy%2B%25283%2529%2Bof%2BCopy%2Bof%2BCopy%2Bof%2Bmakeover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 144px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564668385098218594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TTmsadKgPGI/AAAAAAAADWM/gSxDXzz5UuQ/s400/Copy%2B%25283%2529%2Bof%2BCopy%2Bof%2BCopy%2Bof%2Bmakeover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the huge break from blogging.Y'all, 2011 has been a bit of a cluster for me so far. I mean, it could be worse. I'm totally aware of that and trust me that I am thankful it hasn't been. But I do kind of feel like it's almost laughable that each week is something new. I'm not a fan of getting up and going to class. In fact, I tend to pout in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANYWAY,.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Am....a nice person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Want...to go to tahiti island!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Have...lots of needs n wants....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Wish...I knew what I wanted to be when I grew grow up.&lt;br /&gt;I Hate...traffic, seriously despise it.&lt;br /&gt;I Fear...death.&lt;br /&gt;I Hear...the dogs barking.&lt;br /&gt;I Search...online for cool n adorable images....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Wonder...when we will get married n buy a house.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Regret...for not following my dreams n desire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Love...him, my family, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I Ache...to have kids around me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Always...eat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Usually...wear t-shirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Am Not...confident in myself.&lt;br /&gt;I Dance...when i'm happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Sing...at the top of my lungs in my room,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Never...care much about being gorgeous n sexy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Rarely...drink coffee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Cry...when I am really irritated and frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;I Am Not Always...a friendly person. I'm timid n very shy with new surroundings n new faces....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[I live along the lines of, you are a bitch to me...then I am a bitch to you]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Lose...it when I hear love songs n watch sad movies....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Confused...about why bad things happen to wonderful people.&lt;br /&gt;I Need...to be more optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;I Should...be less of a people pleaser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't ..... live a day without watching tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I adore.... ice-cream like crap!i have ice cream ALMOST everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think .... i am capable of doing things my own way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel .... cold at night...i sleep with 3 blankets n a jacket.madnesss!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I touch....things that captures my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laugh....at silly jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I step....on ants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drink.....soda more than water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I eat....junk food like nobody business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Sleep.....after 1a.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bath....when i feel like to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Scream....when others starts talking really loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sulk....when i'm hungry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Who Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/5152835235188360151-6603739521955663691?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/6603739521955663691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/6603739521955663691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/01/madness-is-genius.html' title='Madness is genius...'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TTmsadKgPGI/AAAAAAAADWM/gSxDXzz5UuQ/s72-c/Copy%2B%25283%2529%2Bof%2BCopy%2Bof%2BCopy%2Bof%2Bmakeover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-4899789796558182773</id><published>2011-01-14T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T23:26:03.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to be honest....i have NTG to WRITE HERE.*sighs*</title><content type='html'>this is the problem why i dont blog these days....cuz i have ntg to blog about...gosh,wad a bad bad blogger i am....there's practically ntg interesting happening in my same old boring routines.Just moody mornings and everyday is bad hair day for me...I wake up in the morning juz in time to bath without combing or drying my hair n rush straight to class.crap i noe.hey im running out of words here.awkwardddddddness i noe.byes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-4899789796558182773?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/4899789796558182773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/4899789796558182773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-be-honesti-have-ntg-to-write.html' title='to be honest....i have NTG to WRITE HERE.*sighs*'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-3956927609879786747</id><published>2010-11-28T09:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T10:30:57.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>honestly....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey everyone, I know I've been &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; lately but I'm back now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just needed a little bit of inspiration to hit me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. And stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know, I know, I’m not here much lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But trust me, that is my gift to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because if I actually DID try to write anything right now it would pretty much go like this:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blah blah EXAMS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blah blah blah KILL MYSELF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Blah Blah STRESSY boredom &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BLAH SOMEONE SHOOT ME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; BLAH WHERE?&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;Anyway,I'm a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nice &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;mix of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;masculine/feminine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm the woman who really &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;should brush&lt;/span&gt; her hair more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and not spend half an hour in the morning staring into the fridge and the biscuit tins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't spend hours putting on make up, trying to look better than what I look now XD haha..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can totally be whatever type of woman I want to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right now i'm the woman who &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;feels&lt;/span&gt; like i'm &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;playing dress up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when i put on make up and heels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;hate getting up early&lt;/span&gt; so I &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;will be that girl who gets up an hour early just to fix her makeup and curl her hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I wish I were one of those women who get up at 6am, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go to the gym, shower and arrive at class impossibly fresh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I roll out of bed &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;20 minutes before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I'm supposed to be at campus, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eating breakfast with my eyes closed, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;arrive &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;10 minutes late&lt;/span&gt; every goddamn day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; and spend the evening on the couch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not one of my nails are the exact same length because I'm the type of woman that bites her nails when she gets stressed - which is often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I own&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; more flip flops&lt;/span&gt; than actual shoes ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every time I try to buy proper perfume I always come home with cotton candy body spray...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm the type of woman who has clothing with cartoon and large wordings on it. like...a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;still call my mom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; about everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; If a button falls off my favorite sweater? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Call mom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How the hell long do I steam the corn?&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Call mom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; How do I know if eggs are going bad? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Call mom. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;so....What kind of woman are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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;Being A woman sounds exhausting,huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being someone you aren't is &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;even worst&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Being yourself is so much more fun and exciting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A WOMAN...she doesn't need to rock tight clothing to prove she's sexy or feminine, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she doesn't have to rock paint and glossy lips to prove she's a lady,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; she doesnt need a closet full of 3-4inch stilettos to prove she's all woman!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a real woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; doesn't need much to showcase she's all woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; so....ladies don't ever feel the need to be the chick in music videos or in magazines because I guarantee ya its &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alot of men&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; out here that &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a real woman VS a made up one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No need to be materialistic and so concerned about "VANITY" because in the real world all a real man want and need is a real woman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sheesh......We as women need to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stop competing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with each other, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stop being bitchy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;keep our cool, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and spend less time in the bathroom and more time outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; We need to communicate with each other in a true and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heartfelt way to realize that we are a family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....could be worse I suppose....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-3956927609879786747?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/3956927609879786747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/3956927609879786747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/11/honestly.html' title='honestly....'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-4829714146586678433</id><published>2010-11-10T10:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T11:31:45.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my younger me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TNoR3tH6YyI/AAAAAAAADUw/-7URdEo2tUM/s1600/makeover1_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537758340508705570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TNoR3tH6YyI/AAAAAAAADUw/-7URdEo2tUM/s400/makeover1_edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TNoK2aJa_xI/AAAAAAAADUg/gyBKDoOLqXY/s1600/33691_1297517377832_1827313699_606153_6223811_n%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537750621653499666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TNoK2aJa_xI/AAAAAAAADUg/gyBKDoOLqXY/s320/33691_1297517377832_1827313699_606153_6223811_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I looked down at my hands today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realized I &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;don't &lt;/span&gt;have little kid hands anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my hands have signs of work in them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my veins are visible and my fingers are long like my Mother's&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[actually mine's even longer]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always loved her hands and remember looking at my little girl hands &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wishing they weren't so small.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;weren't so stumpy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;elegant hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to put pretty rings on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and nails long enough for French manicures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know when it happened but today my hands belonged to a woman,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they didn't belong to a little girl anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it made me miss being young with my whole body....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It made me miss everything about it,the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;curiosity&lt;/span&gt;,the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;innocence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; clutching to my Daddy's hands that were so much bigger than mine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that protected and took care of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss swinging all of my body weight on one grip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; picking out dresses and patent leather shoes that you could see your reflection in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; licking the all the frosting off the tops of cupcakes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;miss &lt;/span&gt;picking dandelions and crushing the yellow petals between my delicate tiny little fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;miss &lt;/span&gt;thinking a &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;vanilla ice cream&lt;/span&gt; cone was the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;best thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in the whole world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that chicken noodle soup could really cure anything or a kiss would make anything feel better..I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; when &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I didn't know&lt;/span&gt; what it felt like to miss somebody,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I was just excited to see someone I loved at the end of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I didn't know the feeling of sorrow,or hearts falling when&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; I didn't know&lt;/span&gt; that not everyone in the world is kind and open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I assumed &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"good"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was always the outcome &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and if someone&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt; "promised"&lt;/span&gt; that was enough of a contract.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sticking my tongue out at strangers,making strange noises and throwing temper in public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;miss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;being connected to myself enough to cry when I was sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When being analytical,calculated,and manipulative weren't a means to get what you wanted,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but a simple &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"please"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times when I was conscious of saying my&lt;strong&gt; "thank you's"&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;"excuse me's."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; miss&lt;/span&gt; when I was supposed to have a sense of wonder,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and people wouldn't warn that soon I would be "hardened" I miss softness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blankies,and stuffed animals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bedtimes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;birthday parties&lt;/span&gt;,crushed Goldfish and&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; "snack time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bad hair and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; nail polish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I didn't have to be accountable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;only fear&lt;/span&gt; I knew was that of the&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; dark.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the perfect vacation was one that involved people in costumes with &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pink &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cheeks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and parades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Play dates" over real ones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before insecurity and awareness,before anxiety and doubt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before I knew anything about my body and I used it as a means to live in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....skip,stretch,climb, and ride bikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; miss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guilt, lack, regret, or disappointment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;weren't emotions&lt;/strong&gt; that existed to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;miss &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;when &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love was really unconditional&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when faith just was,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and security always meant Mom and Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I look at my hands I'm proud of them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like that they look like my Mom's,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that they move quickly and have strength,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wish that they could have stayed young,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that I could have stayed young&lt;em&gt;...a little bit longer....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I'm reaching &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my twenties&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by next year.sigh :(&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/5152835235188360151-4829714146586678433?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/4829714146586678433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/4829714146586678433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-miss-my-younger-me.html' title='I miss my younger me...'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TNoR3tH6YyI/AAAAAAAADUw/-7URdEo2tUM/s72-c/makeover1_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-8256874826819047142</id><published>2010-11-08T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T21:21:17.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's aint easy being cheesy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know i haven't posted anything exciting or interesting lately.&lt;br /&gt;for that, i apologize.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling uninspired&lt;br /&gt;and confused about the direction i want this blog to be heading in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TNf3Zh4j-zI/AAAAAAAADUQ/eO2Aeq6zxDk/s1600/Jason+Wu+Spring+Summer+2010+New+York+Fashion+Week%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537166284839713586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TNf3Zh4j-zI/AAAAAAAADUQ/eO2Aeq6zxDk/s400/Jason+Wu+Spring+Summer+2010+New+York+Fashion+Week%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TNf3ZONzD3I/AAAAAAAADUI/TkYmZv65TH8/s1600/girls-skirts-415x390%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 376px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537166279560073074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TNf3ZONzD3I/AAAAAAAADUI/TkYmZv65TH8/s400/girls-skirts-415x390%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TNf3Y_aWAdI/AAAAAAAADUA/J4XncT-jWCA/s1600/girls-skirts2-415x390%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 376px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537166275586163154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TNf3Y_aWAdI/AAAAAAAADUA/J4XncT-jWCA/s400/girls-skirts2-415x390%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TNf3Yj7WQ_I/AAAAAAAADT4/6B70FDGiulE/s1600/kindofsk%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537166268208399346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TNf3Yj7WQ_I/AAAAAAAADT4/6B70FDGiulE/s400/kindofsk%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TNf3YVe_ERI/AAAAAAAADTw/VwfkVfxdH6s/s1600/fall-winter-fashion-latest-trends-checked-clothes-and-chic-skirts%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537166264331342098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TNf3YVe_ERI/AAAAAAAADTw/VwfkVfxdH6s/s400/fall-winter-fashion-latest-trends-checked-clothes-and-chic-skirts%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .. you're shopping at your favorite store&lt;br /&gt;and you're in the clearance section. duh.&lt;br /&gt;and you're looking for a cute cardigan&lt;br /&gt;because it's always cold in your class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then you find the cardigan&lt;br /&gt;and it's on the 50% off clearance rack.&lt;br /&gt;and you're excited.&lt;br /&gt;but you keep looking around.&lt;br /&gt;and then you see this &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;a skirt you've never seen before&lt;br /&gt;at any target, on any rack,&lt;br /&gt;especially not on a clearance rack.&lt;br /&gt;and it's &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SO pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you love it.&lt;br /&gt;but it's only 30% off.&lt;br /&gt;the price tag says RM99&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's not that great of a deal,&lt;br /&gt;but you love that skirt.&lt;br /&gt;eventually, you leave with just the cardigan.&lt;br /&gt;a cute cardigan that you'll wear often.&lt;br /&gt;3 days later,&lt;br /&gt;you can't stop thinking about&lt;br /&gt;that skirt!&lt;br /&gt;you can't believe you didn't get that skirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you don't know how you'll wear it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or where you'll wear it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all you can think about is that&lt;br /&gt;you need that skirt.&lt;br /&gt;so you look online.&lt;br /&gt;it's not there.&lt;br /&gt;is there any chance that the skirt&lt;br /&gt;is still on that clearance rack?&lt;br /&gt;what's a girl to do?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/5152835235188360151-8256874826819047142?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/8256874826819047142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/8256874826819047142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-aint-easy-being-cheesy.html' title='it&apos;s aint easy being cheesy'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TNf3Zh4j-zI/AAAAAAAADUQ/eO2Aeq6zxDk/s72-c/Jason+Wu+Spring+Summer+2010+New+York+Fashion+Week%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-5463973701710954403</id><published>2010-11-08T00:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T01:57:29.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To a wonderful Little Man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TNbnIqb0xSI/AAAAAAAADTo/I4V-CclYdTc/s1600/hdhd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536866927914566946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TNbnIqb0xSI/AAAAAAAADTo/I4V-CclYdTc/s400/hdhd.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TNbdlTJ7RPI/AAAAAAAADTY/T0lEYaHZGLk/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536856424765408498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TNbdlTJ7RPI/AAAAAAAADTY/T0lEYaHZGLk/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TNbaWoZ4AFI/AAAAAAAADTI/SlalhLX2NH4/s1600/untitledvv.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536852874236526674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TNbaWoZ4AFI/AAAAAAAADTI/SlalhLX2NH4/s400/untitledvv.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Happy 19th Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,my gorgeous,wonderful,and ever-so-special sweetie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope your day is filled with joy,laughter and sunshine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You make me smile when you laugh and when you get silly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't be more proud to have you as a person in my life (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Miss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you to pieces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you dearly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TNbaWayeVVI/AAAAAAAADTA/jhMInfpa4dE/s1600/jgj.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536852870581605714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TNbaWayeVVI/AAAAAAAADTA/jhMInfpa4dE/s400/jgj.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were just kids when we were together.What did we know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well,I suppose I'm more of a realist.I love my hubs.Don't get me wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But our six years together have certainly been anything but awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;Long distance. Disappointments. Stress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But there have also been beautiful moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moments of &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt;.Moments of&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; happiness&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moments that can be enjoyed and appreciated only after one has endured&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those less than stellar days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TNbaV95UlDI/AAAAAAAADS4/9e7vPpDSF0A/s1600/rhdfh.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TNbaVEPZvHI/AAAAAAAADSo/NsS_RgVUwm4/s1600/74473_1640538422594_1510821154_1575274_3128686_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536852847349054578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TNbaVEPZvHI/AAAAAAAADSo/NsS_RgVUwm4/s400/74473_1640538422594_1510821154_1575274_3128686_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; missin&lt;/span&gt; my main squeeze.my hunka hunka big daddy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just sayin...I miss you so very much.!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;come home...Quick ! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt; for always bringing &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a smile&lt;/span&gt; to my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whether it be your goofy actions or the witty lyrics you campur aduk into a particular song,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you always know how to turn my frown upside down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for always going beyond my expectations and showing me to never give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536861759809805138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TNbib1voW1I/AAAAAAAADTg/7B8OdW3D1_g/s400/41167_1522043885135_1055725574_1512461_971933_n%5B1%5D_edited.jpg" /&gt;Happy 19th,huns.Thanks for sharing this perfectly imperfect life with me ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/5152835235188360151-5463973701710954403?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/5463973701710954403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/5463973701710954403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-wonderful-little-man.html' title='To a wonderful Little Man.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TNbnIqb0xSI/AAAAAAAADTo/I4V-CclYdTc/s72-c/hdhd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-7044914471006247924</id><published>2010-11-02T05:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T13:17:37.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I needed to come and sit.And Write.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel I should introduce myself again, ummmm, Hi!&lt;br /&gt;I'm Renee and this here is my bloggie blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it has been FOREVER since I've written.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since I'm up at 5am this morning....actually hoping to chat with sherman on msn but I supposed he dozed off early cuz he usually sleeps at 2am burning the midnight oil,so,since I've on the PC....let me just update my blog ba...gosh how time actually flies like a bullet train!Now I've already started semester 2 which is rather boring.It's just so sad and frustrating knowing that every morning I wake up....another day without you around.My heartaches so badly knowing that it will be months n months till we meet again and how I wish I can see you right now.You make everything okay when you're around me.you make everything seems so easy and fun when you're there.Thanks to today's technology we are able to communicate as often as we want but the 5 hours time difference stands in our way but with determination and will....ntg stands in our way.No one says distanced relationship will be easy and yes it is tough but the tougher it gets the stronger we become.We can give nothing to each other since we are thousand miles away but the love and care is all we have to offer.We're positively looking forward to see each other every year and hopefully God makes everything smooth and purfectly fine for him abroad.I miss your company so badly lar...the perfect person who would play games n outdoor sports with me since we both have a huge passion for outdoor games,sports and not forgetting FOOD!hahaha.gosh I've became so skinny when you are not around....lost kilos when u left m'sia.No one would bring me out for fancy dining and buy me all those sweet dessert for the time being.haiz....You owe me 50 cones of ice-cream,50 cupcakes,50 sticks of satay celup,50 packets of sour cream chips and the list goes on lar....I miss you so frickin' bad lar and sayang u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TM83t-HR1XI/AAAAAAAADSg/vTWtKg23uVs/s1600/58152_1406352002097_1331320881_30939391_7219730_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534703729968797042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TM83t-HR1XI/AAAAAAAADSg/vTWtKg23uVs/s400/58152_1406352002097_1331320881_30939391_7219730_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TM83MF8xooI/AAAAAAAADSY/2ZVnBWPd7Ww/s1600/74871_1641946737801_1510821154_1578917_1615089_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534703147956675202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TM83MF8xooI/AAAAAAAADSY/2ZVnBWPd7Ww/s400/74871_1641946737801_1510821154_1578917_1615089_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-7044914471006247924?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/7044914471006247924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/7044914471006247924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-needed-to-come-and-sitand-write.html' title='I needed to come and sit.And Write.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TM83t-HR1XI/AAAAAAAADSg/vTWtKg23uVs/s72-c/58152_1406352002097_1331320881_30939391_7219730_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-3056261147833055989</id><published>2010-10-19T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T20:55:32.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busier than a busy bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TL2T4HnAgsI/AAAAAAAADSA/6MSlBq5Af7M/s1600/Cute-pups-dogs-5114450-500-309%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529738509805454018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TL2T4HnAgsI/AAAAAAAADSA/6MSlBq5Af7M/s400/Cute-pups-dogs-5114450-500-309%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most people thought I wasn't much of a dog person,and they used to be right.I do love animals, don't get me wrong,......I just loved them more when they weren't jumping or licking me and loved them best from a distance.hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-3056261147833055989?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/3056261147833055989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/3056261147833055989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/10/busier-than-busy-bee.html' title='Busier than a busy bee'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TL2T4HnAgsI/AAAAAAAADSA/6MSlBq5Af7M/s72-c/Cute-pups-dogs-5114450-500-309%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-4341719944250890811</id><published>2010-10-17T12:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T13:19:10.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple life that is full of love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TLqGG3lGF3I/AAAAAAAADR4/ZPQPzZ9v9Kc/s1600/Liu+Wen+-+Vogue+China+September+2010+-+2%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528878945107580786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TLqGG3lGF3I/AAAAAAAADR4/ZPQPzZ9v9Kc/s400/Liu+Wen+-+Vogue+China+September+2010+-+2%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TLqGGpCg8uI/AAAAAAAADRw/vo5g-jokRhs/s1600/Shu+Pei+-+Vogue+China+February+2010+-+2%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528878941204443874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TLqGGpCg8uI/AAAAAAAADRw/vo5g-jokRhs/s400/Shu+Pei+-+Vogue+China+February+2010+-+2%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TLqGGaqjcDI/AAAAAAAADRo/Mv2OrcwcphE/s1600/Liu+Wen+-+cK+Calvin+Klein+Spring+2010+-+1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528878937345847346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TLqGGaqjcDI/AAAAAAAADRo/Mv2OrcwcphE/s400/Liu+Wen+-+cK+Calvin+Klein+Spring+2010+-+1%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TLqGGZdpRjI/AAAAAAAADRg/bUj7Tk0fh-Q/s1600/Shu+Pei+-+Vogue+China+May+2010+-+6%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528878937023268402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TLqGGZdpRjI/AAAAAAAADRg/bUj7Tk0fh-Q/s400/Shu+Pei+-+Vogue+China+May+2010+-+6%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TLqGGBGb6tI/AAAAAAAADRY/w9CXlLeZXpE/s1600/Kiki+Kang+-+Rogue+_2+Summer+2010+-+6%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528878930483473106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TLqGGBGb6tI/AAAAAAAADRY/w9CXlLeZXpE/s400/Kiki+Kang+-+Rogue+_2+Summer+2010+-+6%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out of the shower last night and was greeted by the mirror staring back at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tousled my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I turned to the side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I moved closer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ech.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I moved farther away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wished I could Picnik airbrush away all of my flaws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know good and well that nobody out there is perfect,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it doesn't stop a girl from wishing.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/S2fQwGjg_SI/AAAAAAAABrk/uWKLV2GqDuc/s1600-h/tumblr_kwzz9ppxmU1qa2txho1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished my hair were perfectly bouncy and pinned back pretty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my skin were porceline and pure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my eyelashes were thick and curled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;,my body were thinner,longer, stronger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my chipped nails were filed,buffed and perfectly pink...or purple...or blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sighed,threw on pajamas and moisturized my tired skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I crawled in bed and flipped through the pages of a magazine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I layed there watching the pretty faces and perfect bodies dance across the pages.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I asked myself,"Why are people so obsessed with celebrities/models?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're just people."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought for a moment and then answered...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USM8Kmt50uw/S2kbxGHVIhI/AAAAAAAABrs/Zm2Ak7MhNLA/s1600-h/celebs.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I don't know."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; I'm not sure I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're all flawed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I guess that's kind of beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TLqCenIfXZI/AAAAAAAADRQ/rQ2USxqtPQc/s1600/tumblr_l3cw0z5Lj61qb251bo1_500_large%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528874954962984338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TLqCenIfXZI/AAAAAAAADRQ/rQ2USxqtPQc/s400/tumblr_l3cw0z5Lj61qb251bo1_500_large%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been busy lately.I find myself making lots of lists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes lists make me feel better and sometimes they just overwhelm me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; make me feel worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But even in those overwhelmed moments,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think lists are a necessary evil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I like an old school list(like if I need to get a bunch of things done in one day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/5152835235188360151-4341719944250890811?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/4341719944250890811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/4341719944250890811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/10/simple-life-that-is-full-of-love.html' title='A simple life that is full of love.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TLqGG3lGF3I/AAAAAAAADR4/ZPQPzZ9v9Kc/s72-c/Liu+Wen+-+Vogue+China+September+2010+-+2%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-5569899481359773010</id><published>2010-10-13T20:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T21:41:45.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>juz another random post.</title><content type='html'>I have been a bad blogger.I dun seem to find anything interesting to blog about.My class starts next monday and I'm so sad that the two weeks holiday has flown by so quickly!dammit la cuz I still haven't enjoy to the max!Studying life is so boring and sometimes can be quite hectic n crazy with those assignments,midterms,quizzes and finals!haizzzzzzzz....life is so short when we look at a wide angle...we spend half of our lives in school then another half in our working lives.Sometimes,we are running out of ideas in making our lives interesting and worthwhile.What else shud I crap about here ar???running out of words le.hahahaha.Lets talk about heels and fashion shall we?I'm crazy about killer heels and chio clothings!the more bling there is....the better it gets!I am juz amazed at their beauty and elegance.It's juz esquisive lar.hahahaha but I don't actually put them on cuz I'm not that girly kinda girl.I prefer a simple T-shirt and boy's pants cuz its more comfy,more macho and easier to do things with those outfits.I'm a very flexible person actually.I don't mind playing in mud/walking in the rain/putting on a hideous outfit.I'm quite determined towards the things I have set my goals on and I'll make sure I get it done or else I will have trouble sleeping for days.hahahaha.I'm suck at breaking the ice cuz I'm more of the shy shy type when it comes to unfamiliar faces.I can barely even look at my friends eyes when i speak to them cuz I dont even noe lar.And screw my eyes sight.I have been walking passed so many people that I kenal without greeting them although I stared directly into their eyes!arghhhhhhhhh.Truth is I stare into you but I see NOTHING but juz a blur figure &gt;&lt;" but the people will salah faham and think I show off....It's not that I don't want to put my spects on but I'm so used to not wearing my spects and my eyes get super pain + migrain after quite some time when i wear it.haizzzzzzz.i tried contact lenses so many times and I failed to wear it too!!I just wear those contacts for one hour n my eyes can go buta u noe?!so red and painful sial.....i wonder how those chics can put it on for hours n hours !!!!hahahaha.so weirddd le.Nvm lor.maybe i'm not meant to be girly girly kinda girl so I'll stick to my macho style which is so me.ok la.enuff of crap here.wan go watch tv jor,bye bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note:renee is so lame especially in person.Don't even bother knowing her.she will kill you with her boredness and lameness.Plus her *never talk so much* attitude...worsen the atmosphere!hahahaha.renee is a crazy sweet lover and she have this crazy looking bag filled with food (fried bihun,mee goreng,nasi lemak,chocolate,CNY/hari raya/deepavali/x-mas leftovers cookies n cakes/sweets/cupcakes,all kinda bread...you juz name it *kaya,peanut,vanilla,raisin,butter,choco,sausage,tuna,otak,etc*,fried chicken,and god knows wad else lar.hahahaha.she eats in class,inside the toilet,in the library anywhr u name it!hahahahaha.told u she's weird n sometimes show NO emotion towards anything.wakakakaka&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-5569899481359773010?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/5569899481359773010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/5569899481359773010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/10/juz-another-random-post.html' title='juz another random post.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-6542727668703072179</id><published>2010-10-12T15:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T16:29:31.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>Dear Shermie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four months! Wow. How did that happen?! It seems like only yesterday we were hanging out and now you are thousand miles away from M'sia. Gosh...I miss you so freaking bad. It stinks that we are only able to see each other from the teeny weeny webcam screen *sighs*. We can barely even talk on the phone for 5 minutes due to the expensive distance calls. I rmbr I tried calling you last time and 1 minute can cost up to RM3! gosh I can barely even share with you how my day was cuz 5 minutes my credit also empty jor. I just know that distance isn't a barrier that will stop us from being together.The distance make us strong and less dependent on each other.As I was growing up...I was always very dependent on you cuz you were always there to pick me up when I fall and it was tough at first but right now.....I'm adapting to my new environment. I need someone to coach me and play wid me outdoor sports cuz I love outdoors but I never seem to meet anyone with the same interest as me but you.As we know...these days kids damn lemah lembut and scared of the sun * puteri/putera lilin konon* You were always so active in every game and you are just the purfect person to coach me. I used to work out at the gym carrying weighs and you were always there to teach me the right things but now....i seem to be doing all this activities alone,by myself which I personally love it cuz I'm the type whom can't get along wid anyone so I rather be alone. I don't believe in hanging out wid a big group cuz i just hate the caos and the gossiping. I don't believe in best frens too. I just think there is no sucha a thing as friends forever.Ada ke benda karut macam tu?okay maybe frens till few years but at the end of the day.....friends also have their own stinky life la and everyone wil move their own way. I believe in *till death do us apart*. I read tonnes of real life stories where the elderly married couples loved each other till the day they died and it's really touching when you read their love poems that they compose for one another. I'm so glad we are doing this together and I'm supporting you in everything tat you do and may god bless you thru the ups n downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TLQT3-fngHI/AAAAAAAADQo/pjFvmeC8fvw/s1600/46028_1522046085190_1055725574_1512478_3145989_n%5B1%5D_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527064495079784562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TLQT3-fngHI/AAAAAAAADQo/pjFvmeC8fvw/s400/46028_1522046085190_1055725574_1512478_3145989_n%5B1%5D_edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-6542727668703072179?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-9073092066869750213</id><published>2010-10-05T12:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T13:29:57.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!!I miss you and blogging terribly and wanted to give you a quick update on what's been going on with me.When it comes to blogging...I tend to have nothing to type about but the truth is MY Life has been a roller-coaster up to now,the twists and turns,the ups and downs and eventually the stop at the end.hahahaha.First and foremost,I don't really understand why so many people actually take facebook and blogs stuff so seriously.come on!can't a girl just have some fun and freedom on watever crap she wants to spill?GEeesh!&lt;br /&gt;Yea the truth is I'm a rebellious lil brat.I do not follow rules and regulations.I rather do things my own way.I hate people bossing me around and telling me what's right or wrong.So just shut the fuck up and do your own thing and let me do mine.This way...both parties are happy.I will never get a job well done when you ask me to,instead if you don't tell me/order me to do it....I will secretly do the job till it's perfectt!weird rite?thatz just plain old me.I love making my parents angry so I purposely/unintentionally do the things they hate and do the things they love me to do behind their backs.I'm sucha freak but wat the hell.I hate people who brags about how good and how great they are.Wtf lar.who the hell are you to judge your ownself lar?I am just talking in general and NOt actually directing this to anyone so pls don't be an asshole and take blogging so seriously.That's why I hate blogging stuff cuz PEOPLE just take things so seriously.if you are a control freak,I begged you to stop that shit cuz you are just making yourself look like a fifty year old person!Omg yes I don't usually talk that much shit but this crap has been inside me for a long period of time.juz gotta let it go!I usually sit alone at the corner,juz observing the crowd and I just hate girls/guys who walks and gang up in a group and can't stop bad mouthing people's stuff.Girls who blocks the effin toilet mirror just to fix their make up simply gets on my nerve too!And I hate ppl asking me about my stuff or wateva I'm up to cuz dammit can't you just mind your own blardy business???yes I'm a LONER by choice and I hate crowds or People hanging onto me cuz it gets on my blardy damn nerve but i never show it out.When I don't speak to you...you better get miles away from me or else....I'll make a voodoo doll of YOU out of garbage and sand and rusting needles poking thru ur throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TKqtb9wTvzI/AAAAAAAADQg/kzEO9_0biQk/s1600/44437_484513443905_574863905_6748773_1674435_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TKqsEp4U_5I/AAAAAAAADQY/V6Wx6iUsk1U/s1600/Copy+of+DSC08533.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TKqsEZiYeCI/AAAAAAAADQQ/Fc_GKJvFM4U/s1600/59904_482476895644_750610644_7310073_7389812_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-9073092066869750213?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/9073092066869750213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/9073092066869750213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-think-life-is-about-finding-that-one.html' title='blah'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-4146031346073705873</id><published>2010-10-04T11:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T12:24:48.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the NEW kid &amp; I'm renovating my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TKlOi9_JTBI/AAAAAAAADQI/-ySoHscL0tg/s1600/61552_114535991936004_100001388106831_106200_1853519_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524032780608556050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TKlOi9_JTBI/AAAAAAAADQI/-ySoHscL0tg/s400/61552_114535991936004_100001388106831_106200_1853519_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This has been a seriously &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LONG&lt;/span&gt; week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I woke up this morning and all I could think was WOW....I'm so incredibly grateful for this brilliant,beautiful life that I live in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lately,I've been running my mind into the ground,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;overly exhausted and mentally strained....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I haven't had the time to just BREATHE,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or enjoy all of the incredible things that are right at my fingertips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hardly inspired to blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This past week,I was tested- hardcore.tested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So.I want nice things.There....I said it.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to buy unnecessary items like men's trimmer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Gingerbread shaped baking tins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But more importantly,I want to be able &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;to LIVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Live my life,cross off lists,live bountifully not BLEAKLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So,let me sum up the awesomeness:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm back-eight pounds bigger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more hot-headed than ever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Burning up,anger and fire coming out of my nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in a world of pure imagination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;being alone is the best way to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life isn't cereal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.It's not that simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHAT TO DO DO WITH MYSELF,ISN'T CEREAL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We don't always know.We don't have "that GUT instinct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Our heart doesn't always "guide our way."&lt;br /&gt;It is possible to have the answer and the question,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the yes and the no,existing as one.Conflicted much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                                                                               &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; ..........More stories to come later.&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/5152835235188360151-4146031346073705873?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/4146031346073705873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/4146031346073705873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-new-kid-im-renovating-my-life.html' title='I&apos;m the NEW kid &amp; I&apos;m renovating my life.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TKlOi9_JTBI/AAAAAAAADQI/-ySoHscL0tg/s72-c/61552_114535991936004_100001388106831_106200_1853519_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-612896261895467661</id><published>2010-10-03T08:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T08:47:07.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Sunday,I've never been so happy to see you.Let's make out.</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to take time and apologize to all of you for the long silence.I have been studying hard.I haven't posted anything for quite a long time now and I am really sorry about that.There are few things I needed to sort out and quite frankly updating my blog was the last thing in mind.Time flies when,well,you've been going through a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note:GLEE!If you're not watching,you should.It's one of the smartest scripts on television.&lt;br /&gt;You should watch for Sue Sylvester's one liners alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TKfOhd6GUtI/AAAAAAAADQA/lx_waphHRqs/s1600/DSCN7350_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523610542352519890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TKfOhd6GUtI/AAAAAAAADQA/lx_waphHRqs/s400/DSCN7350_edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I will try to be here more often,and keep you posted on my daily NOT SO COOL AND RATHER BORING activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;renee (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-612896261895467661?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/612896261895467661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/612896261895467661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/10/hi-sundayive-never-been-so-happy-to-see.html' title='Hi Sunday,I&apos;ve never been so happy to see you.Let&apos;s make out.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TKfOhd6GUtI/AAAAAAAADQA/lx_waphHRqs/s72-c/DSCN7350_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-4389014255846590997</id><published>2010-09-26T10:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T10:45:17.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss u</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TJ6wXUF_XII/AAAAAAAADP4/sKWr-x8v6p0/s1600/2jb476d%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521044107780119682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TJ6wXUF_XII/AAAAAAAADP4/sKWr-x8v6p0/s400/2jb476d%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m really at a loss as to what I should be doing,perhaps because my mind is clouded by emotion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-4389014255846590997?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/4389014255846590997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/4389014255846590997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-miss-u.html' title='i miss u'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TJ6wXUF_XII/AAAAAAAADP4/sKWr-x8v6p0/s72-c/2jb476d%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-8890008647666338640</id><published>2010-08-29T19:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T19:37:12.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>patience is the key to every woman's heart ^^</title><content type='html'>you would sit for hours....patiently waiting for me,without making one single complaint.....is enuff to melt my heart to stone.I've never come across before such person like you before darl.I will miss your company : * (&lt;br /&gt;I would miss your love,laughter,humor,jokes,motivation,inspiration and etc....I wish you could be here for me and I wish I could be there for you too....however,place and time is not on our side:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-8890008647666338640?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/8890008647666338640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/8890008647666338640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/08/patience-is-key-to-every-womans-heart.html' title='patience is the key to every woman&apos;s heart ^^'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-5124890494902987783</id><published>2010-08-25T18:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T18:48:32.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the craziness!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/THTxpuJOzWI/AAAAAAAADNI/XgwzzAt8NDE/s1600/DSCN7083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509293943244639586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/THTxpuJOzWI/AAAAAAAADNI/XgwzzAt8NDE/s400/DSCN7083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tomorrow will probably be my last time seeing you before u depart frm m'sia.Arghhh gonna miss u so very much!!!basically sayang....I'm so blessed n thankful for all the time spent with you and for all the pampering that you've given to me.Thanks for everything from the biggest to the tiniest sacrifice (: Thanks for cycling and running miles for me!you would cycle all the way to my house just to have a glance or two at me!tho you are physically,mentally &amp;amp; emotionally exhausted from your head to your teeny weeny toes but you're stil standing so strong as a person.Thanks for all the useful advice and guidance that you've shown me.Thanks for the chaos *in a good way*.Thanks for feeding me such awesome food and thanks for gaining my weight another extra 15 pounds =) thanks for everything la sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-5124890494902987783?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/5124890494902987783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/5124890494902987783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/08/thank-for-craziness.html' title='Thanks for the craziness!!'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/THTxpuJOzWI/AAAAAAAADNI/XgwzzAt8NDE/s72-c/DSCN7083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-8209028511462872845</id><published>2010-08-22T09:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T10:11:26.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna miss you so very much!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/THB69TUV__I/AAAAAAAADM4/uwU0uoMQtz4/s1600/DSCN7052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508037537850327026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/THB69TUV__I/AAAAAAAADM4/uwU0uoMQtz4/s400/DSCN7052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the days when we were separated a THOUSAND miles away seems to pass by very slowly and I remember those days where I would slash off every single day in my calendar......hoping the day where you were able to return home gets closer and closer!!The time spent with you right now is just so limited and there's so many things I wish I can do with you before you go abroad for another year again.However,time is not on our side since you'll be leaving M'sia next week =......( Time seems to be going faster when you're around me and that's sickening because as everyday that passes by,I knew the day where you have to leave m'sia was approaching.For the past one month and a half time spent with you,I've gained back all my bubbly and happy side in me.I used to be very emotional and sad when YOU left bcuz It's YOU who spend most of your time with me when we were growing up into a teenager.I was lost and alone when you were away.we've both missed out a lot on each other for the past one year and being able to even have a glance on you means so much to me.We are running out of time and seeing you every single day just makes my day so bright and joyful.I'm gonna miss the pampering,attention,comfort,love,kindness,and basically everything that you've done for me for the past six years with you.It's crazy thinking how long our journey is going to be but we believe with love and affection,strength and strong will power we'll hopefully walk down the aisle together.*amen*.....You told me I was beautiful and even though a few people tell me that,I think you're the only one who really meant it.For you were the only one who really took the time to look =)I know when you leave,the distance will keep us apart but distance,no matter how far,can't change these feelings in my heart.We are forced to separate for some time, but sayang,don't be sad,for it's just a test of true love (: I wish you all the best in your future endeavours and I wish you well on all journeys you partake in life.Have a safe journey and I'll be waiting for you with my arms wide open okays?^^ I may not get to see you as often as I like.I may not get to hold you in my arms all through the night but deep in my heart I truly know, you're the one that I love and I can't let you go.Thank you for everything sweetheart :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/THB6sNDSTdI/AAAAAAAADMo/iqnn5M81dI8/s1600/DSCN7024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508037244110392786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/THB6sNDSTdI/AAAAAAAADMo/iqnn5M81dI8/s400/DSCN7024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love you yesterday,love you still,always have,always will =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;note:If you really love someone,put their name in a circle,not a heart!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because a heart can easily be broken but a circle goes on forever ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-8209028511462872845?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/8209028511462872845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/8209028511462872845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-gonna-miss-you-so-very-much.html' title='I&apos;m gonna miss you so very much!'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/THB69TUV__I/AAAAAAAADM4/uwU0uoMQtz4/s72-c/DSCN7052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-5015060129464020379</id><published>2010-08-14T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T00:07:54.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open your heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TGVtVnp4mqI/AAAAAAAADMg/Um-dpSBbgXU/s1600/makeoverd5d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504926337719638690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TGVtVnp4mqI/AAAAAAAADMg/Um-dpSBbgXU/s400/makeoverd5d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You learn that life isn’t always fair and you don’t always get what you think you deserve and you stop personalizing every loss or disappointment.You learn to accept that sometimes bad things happen to good people and that these things are not an act of "God"......but merely a random act of fate.And you stop looking for guarantees because you’ve learned that the only thing you can really count on is the unexpected and that whatever happens,you’ll learn to deal with it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-5015060129464020379?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/5015060129464020379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/5015060129464020379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/08/open-your-heart.html' title='Open your heart.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TGVtVnp4mqI/AAAAAAAADMg/Um-dpSBbgXU/s72-c/makeoverd5d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-7362033780783730376</id><published>2010-08-04T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T16:17:27.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In order to start,we must make a decision.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TFkhhQdyuDI/AAAAAAAADMY/QV-sJykDcz4/s1600/tumblr_l1mjscVf8J1qafenno1_500_large%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501465275049097266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TFkhhQdyuDI/AAAAAAAADMY/QV-sJykDcz4/s400/tumblr_l1mjscVf8J1qafenno1_500_large%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't be afraid to admit that you are less than perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is this fragile thread that binds us to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-7362033780783730376?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/7362033780783730376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/7362033780783730376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-order-to-startwe-must-make-decision.html' title='In order to start,we must make a decision.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TFkhhQdyuDI/AAAAAAAADMY/QV-sJykDcz4/s72-c/tumblr_l1mjscVf8J1qafenno1_500_large%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-5952771150935153846</id><published>2010-08-01T03:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T03:39:15.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I've made the switch to tumblr....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TFR7faZnqQI/AAAAAAAADMQ/qiX_BSRWD_A/s1600/tumblr_kzh13fHAg41qavbwp%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500156824519158018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TFR7faZnqQI/AAAAAAAADMQ/qiX_BSRWD_A/s400/tumblr_kzh13fHAg41qavbwp%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm using tumblr now to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://according2renee.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://according2renee.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-5952771150935153846?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/5952771150935153846'/><link 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-6880382628800198962</id><published>2010-07-30T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T22:46:34.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The randomness going on inside my head today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TFLldYbsM5I/AAAAAAAADMI/h2hmhrEt6ag/s1600/girl2%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499710387910357906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TFLldYbsM5I/AAAAAAAADMI/h2hmhrEt6ag/s400/girl2%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beauty is not in the face,beauty is a light in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Have a fantastic weekend everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-6880382628800198962?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/6880382628800198962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/6880382628800198962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/07/randomness-going-on-inside-my-head.html' title='The randomness going on inside my head today!'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TFLldYbsM5I/AAAAAAAADMI/h2hmhrEt6ag/s72-c/girl2%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-52752200930442235</id><published>2010-07-23T11:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T11:56:02.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss him a WHOLESTINKINLOT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TEkQ9os1CGI/AAAAAAAADMA/5fABF5ikr1g/s1600/DSC00498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496943471265908834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TEkQ9os1CGI/AAAAAAAADMA/5fABF5ikr1g/s400/DSC00498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TEkQ9EpfOdI/AAAAAAAADL4/bI4P_-pw3UE/s1600/%3Dhejjs.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496943461588220370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TEkQ9EpfOdI/AAAAAAAADL4/bI4P_-pw3UE/s400/%3Dhejjs.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TEkQ88Uy2xI/AAAAAAAADLw/RWJ3tUSl1-k/s1600/lo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496943459353942802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TEkQ88Uy2xI/AAAAAAAADLw/RWJ3tUSl1-k/s400/lo.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had a blast for the Past Few Weeks (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;couldn't ask for more.....wouldn't settle for less.&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/5152835235188360151-52752200930442235?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/52752200930442235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/52752200930442235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-miss-him-wholestinkinlot.html' title='I miss him a WHOLESTINKINLOT.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TEkQ9os1CGI/AAAAAAAADMA/5fABF5ikr1g/s72-c/DSC00498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-4631451989617292866</id><published>2010-07-17T11:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T11:43:10.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insanity!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know if it's totally a true story but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the pictures tell a lot about what's going on in there....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you see the first picture,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you think how amazing the place is like it's a miracle of nature,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but as you move on you&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; face the reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no miracle&lt;/span&gt; and it has nothing to do with the climate or something!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's just &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;another stupid scene...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well,there's this &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;queer celebration&lt;/span&gt; which is held &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;every single year&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feroe Island,DENMARK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. and the purpose of it is the fact that &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;teenagers prove themselves&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;to be adults&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;hunting &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;killing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;hundreds or thousands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of Calderon dolphins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;people attend&lt;/span&gt; that celebration&lt;/em&gt; all around just&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; to have fun&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;to see&lt;/span&gt; what's going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they do nothing to stop it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah,it is some kind of a ceremony that teens step into maturity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I couldn't decide what is mature after I saw the view....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it really&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; made me sick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and as you can imagine,Calderon dolphins are so&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;close to extinction&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because of a &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;god awful understanding&lt;/span&gt;....so here you can see &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;how disgraceful&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dishonorable &lt;/span&gt;the act is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll leave it to your judgement:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TEElSdCv5dI/AAAAAAAADLo/IMCeStTdD2w/s1600/image0013%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494714019332744658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TEElSdCv5dI/AAAAAAAADLo/IMCeStTdD2w/s400/image0013%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TEElSOcHC4I/AAAAAAAADLg/acS5OlV2CNo/s1600/image009%5B1%5D%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494714015412587394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TEElSOcHC4I/AAAAAAAADLg/acS5OlV2CNo/s400/image009%5B1%5D%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TEElRu5ewHI/AAAAAAAADLY/TLQt_baPwWI/s1600/dolphins-beink-illed-in-japon%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494714006945841266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TEElRu5ewHI/AAAAAAAADLY/TLQt_baPwWI/s400/dolphins-beink-illed-in-japon%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TEElQ-4eTtI/AAAAAAAADLQ/L6vVUXxXUK4/s1600/denmark-dolphin-slaughter%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494713994056715986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TEElQ-4eTtI/AAAAAAAADLQ/L6vVUXxXUK4/s400/denmark-dolphin-slaughter%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TEElPxDfCGI/AAAAAAAADLI/qFgZ7b_WBQk/s1600/calderon-dolphins-blood-play%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494713973164935266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TEElPxDfCGI/AAAAAAAADLI/qFgZ7b_WBQk/s400/calderon-dolphins-blood-play%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TEElBmRV_9I/AAAAAAAADLA/AyuAX5ADzcY/s1600/calderon_dolphin3%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494713729752104914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TEElBmRV_9I/AAAAAAAADLA/AyuAX5ADzcY/s400/calderon_dolphin3%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TEElBKLW_5I/AAAAAAAADK4/egaslZZv458/s1600/ATT00019%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494713722210811794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TEElBKLW_5I/AAAAAAAADK4/egaslZZv458/s400/ATT00019%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TEElAzUmKjI/AAAAAAAADKw/BIc6sbp565k/s1600/ATT00010%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494713716075538994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TEElAzUmKjI/AAAAAAAADKw/BIc6sbp565k/s400/ATT00010%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TEElAXYcAuI/AAAAAAAADKo/fYUkIVICZ4k/s1600/19-11-09d%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494713708575458018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TEElAXYcAuI/AAAAAAAADKo/fYUkIVICZ4k/s400/19-11-09d%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TEEk_0p2ypI/AAAAAAAADKg/g1CMvBxysX8/s1600/19-11-09b%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494713699253275282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TEEk_0p2ypI/AAAAAAAADKg/g1CMvBxysX8/s400/19-11-09b%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can you blardy believe it??&lt;br /&gt;i still can't!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-4631451989617292866?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/4631451989617292866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/4631451989617292866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/07/insanity.html' title='insanity!'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TEElSdCv5dI/AAAAAAAADLo/IMCeStTdD2w/s72-c/image0013%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-3506071975262521023</id><published>2010-07-16T11:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T11:41:32.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my jaw drops ^_*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You knew it was gonna happen sooner or later that I would do a Twilight post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However,this one's got&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; a little spice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I rarely (if ever) mention risque topics on my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But let me tell you,these images of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;K. Stewart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;R. Pattinson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have me &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;all hot&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bothered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously,someone please break it down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;give me the equation that makes these two (together) &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ooze sex appeal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are some of the most lustful images I've seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Agree or disagree (&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Team Edward or Team Jacob&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you can't deny these. are. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hot&lt;/span&gt;. Mmmmmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_TIJpiwuI/AAAAAAAADKY/B6U7trM61rI/s1600/robert-pattinson-kristin-stewart-kissing%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494342207397872354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_TIJpiwuI/AAAAAAAADKY/B6U7trM61rI/s400/robert-pattinson-kristin-stewart-kissing%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_THR3qatI/AAAAAAAADKQ/RDswL6LQU1A/s1600/rob-pattinson-harpers-bazaar_a%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494342192424708818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_THR3qatI/AAAAAAAADKQ/RDswL6LQU1A/s400/rob-pattinson-harpers-bazaar_a%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_TGxDOdTI/AAAAAAAADKI/jtFjhjcKQOQ/s1600/twilight%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494342183614838066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_TGxDOdTI/AAAAAAAADKI/jtFjhjcKQOQ/s400/twilight%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_S-2y2rZI/AAAAAAAADKA/vPEhcoTXWrs/s1600/robert-pattinson-kristen-stewart-1209-02-de%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494342047717830034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_S-2y2rZI/AAAAAAAADKA/vPEhcoTXWrs/s400/robert-pattinson-kristen-stewart-1209-02-de%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_S-ifbOmI/AAAAAAAADJ4/c7kkAzYET3E/s1600/robert-pattinson-and-kristen-stewart-kissing%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 363px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494342042267630178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_S-ifbOmI/AAAAAAAADJ4/c7kkAzYET3E/s400/robert-pattinson-and-kristen-stewart-kissing%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_S-eWBzyI/AAAAAAAADJw/OmS3D1qFdpI/s1600/robert-pattinson-kristen-stewart-1209-04-de%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494342041154473762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_S-eWBzyI/AAAAAAAADJw/OmS3D1qFdpI/s400/robert-pattinson-kristen-stewart-1209-04-de%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_S9_A9xPI/AAAAAAAADJo/tF-Q9Xv_giU/s1600/Robert+Pattinson-Kristen+Stewart%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494342032744629490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_S9_A9xPI/AAAAAAAADJo/tF-Q9Xv_giU/s400/Robert+Pattinson-Kristen+Stewart%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_S9o7W0aI/AAAAAAAADJg/0PaaYjVx83E/s1600/robert-pattinson-and-kristen-stewart1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494342026815525282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_S9o7W0aI/AAAAAAAADJg/0PaaYjVx83E/s400/robert-pattinson-and-kristen-stewart1%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_ScDKZV8I/AAAAAAAADJY/jjlC8Tp2mK8/s1600/kristen-stewart-and-robert-pattinson-moving-in-together-1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494341449742374850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_ScDKZV8I/AAAAAAAADJY/jjlC8Tp2mK8/s400/kristen-stewart-and-robert-pattinson-moving-in-together-1%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_SbEN4ibI/AAAAAAAADJI/mG3EWgIpWfs/s1600/Robert-Pattinson-and-Kristen-Stewart-Harper-s-Bazaar-Outtakes-twilight-series-8904115-901-1200%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494341432845568434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_SbEN4ibI/AAAAAAAADJI/mG3EWgIpWfs/s400/Robert-Pattinson-and-Kristen-Stewart-Harper-s-Bazaar-Outtakes-twilight-series-8904115-901-1200%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_Sa2ChQ6I/AAAAAAAADJA/G7u4riWWlSE/s1600/rob-and-kristen3%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 390px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494341429039809442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_Sa2ChQ6I/AAAAAAAADJA/G7u4riWWlSE/s400/rob-and-kristen3%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_SatnregI/AAAAAAAADI4/-P7TFpVAMkw/s1600/kristen-stewart-robert-pattinson-bazaar-9%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494341426779748866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_SatnregI/AAAAAAAADI4/-P7TFpVAMkw/s400/kristen-stewart-robert-pattinson-bazaar-9%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_R6UGBjDI/AAAAAAAADIA/Z7UR4QQiZmE/s1600/kristen-stewart-and-robert-pattinson%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494340870171888690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_R6UGBjDI/AAAAAAAADIA/Z7UR4QQiZmE/s400/kristen-stewart-and-robert-pattinson%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_R54nECrI/AAAAAAAADH4/aZbkPsvoRuo/s1600/Kristen-and-Robert%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494340862794271410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_R54nECrI/AAAAAAAADH4/aZbkPsvoRuo/s400/Kristen-and-Robert%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_R5oNLsgI/AAAAAAAADHw/YiUs_fWV3iw/s1600/imagesCAGAH7FC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494340858390753794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_R5oNLsgI/AAAAAAAADHw/YiUs_fWV3iw/s400/imagesCAGAH7FC.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_R5T7XgTI/AAAAAAAADHo/SLyU4WWzzx4/s1600/hb19%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494340852947321138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_R5T7XgTI/AAAAAAAADHo/SLyU4WWzzx4/s400/hb19%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_Rh6-iL9I/AAAAAAAADHg/d30y-A_NyDg/s1600/gallery_enlarged-robert-pattinson-kristen-stewart-harpers-bazaar-photoshoot-3-photos-11032009-03%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494340451112726482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_Rh6-iL9I/AAAAAAAADHg/d30y-A_NyDg/s400/gallery_enlarged-robert-pattinson-kristen-stewart-harpers-bazaar-photoshoot-3-photos-11032009-03%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_RhWJcnSI/AAAAAAAADHY/hTfy6Obkvew/s1600/eb0a74d02e23339d_hbz-robert-pattinson-kristen-stewart-1209-01-de%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494340441226386722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_RhWJcnSI/AAAAAAAADHY/hTfy6Obkvew/s400/eb0a74d02e23339d_hbz-robert-pattinson-kristen-stewart-1209-01-de%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_RhBMHw_I/AAAAAAAADHQ/cTO14uTMftI/s1600/article-1088582-028EBBD8000005DC-858_468x618%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494340435600458738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_RhBMHw_I/AAAAAAAADHQ/cTO14uTMftI/s400/article-1088582-028EBBD8000005DC-858_468x618%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_Rgi9HPRI/AAAAAAAADHI/rVwwarieu8s/s1600/3103052518_930dbc3c6d%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494340427484445970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_Rgi9HPRI/AAAAAAAADHI/rVwwarieu8s/s400/3103052518_930dbc3c6d%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_RgCnpb0I/AAAAAAAADHA/lkSstxLtjUQ/s1600/3005715095_716d50aeab%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494340418804477762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_RgCnpb0I/AAAAAAAADHA/lkSstxLtjUQ/s400/3005715095_716d50aeab%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Will one (or more) of you lovely readers confirm that these two &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are indeed quite appealing together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Surely,I don't stand alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/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="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;thanks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;for sticking around somehow.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;love you all.....and hope y'all are doing fine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you doing this weekend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;If I could have my way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I would love to run along the beach and have a splash in the water!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have a kickass weekend,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XOXO,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;RENEE (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-3506071975262521023?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/3506071975262521023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/3506071975262521023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-jaw-drops.html' title='my jaw drops ^_*'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TD_TIJpiwuI/AAAAAAAADKY/B6U7trM61rI/s72-c/robert-pattinson-kristin-stewart-kissing%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-1820884899917487039</id><published>2010-07-12T20:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T20:54:55.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel pretty good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am beginning to discover that things don't come easily to me in life.I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO fortunate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for having a wonderful family,a caring sweetheart and an amazing group of friends.Not to mention a roof over my head,a car to drive,and food to eat.I have to constantly remind myself of these fortunes....especially when I am prone to bad luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TDsKtL10d4I/AAAAAAAADG4/x-DXUJj4Wxo/s1600/1999-07-16%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 358px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492995941897369474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TDsKtL10d4I/AAAAAAAADG4/x-DXUJj4Wxo/s400/1999-07-16%5B1%5D.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I was an emoticon...&lt;br /&gt;right now,&lt;br /&gt;I'd be this: &lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; AND.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;for no reason whatsoever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a girl just needs…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vxRm2fVdkg4/TDR3WCEx7TI/AAAAAAAAClg/soBtI_60DZg/s1600/Chocolate.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;chocolate &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;For once in my life I have no words.&lt;br /&gt;no thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;no creativity...&lt;br /&gt;It scares me and I'm feeling a little lost.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take a break from the blogging world.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for a week,Maybe longer.&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with some Puzzles from DashBoard Confessional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peace Out fellas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-1820884899917487039?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/1820884899917487039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/1820884899917487039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-feel-pretty-good.html' title='I feel pretty good.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TDsKtL10d4I/AAAAAAAADG4/x-DXUJj4Wxo/s72-c/1999-07-16%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-2160032977381062157</id><published>2010-07-08T09:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T09:46:14.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am officially weak in the knees by YOU (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TDUp2DNT1FI/AAAAAAAADGo/Yuqmiox1LNo/s1600/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491341329198994514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TDUp2DNT1FI/AAAAAAAADGo/Yuqmiox1LNo/s400/Picture+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;Hear Ye! Hear Ye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I have a most extremely important fantabulous announcement to make...&lt;br /&gt;The trailer for the twilight saga 'Eclipse' are in cinemas today!&lt;br /&gt;My. Oh. My. So today is Thursday....&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Oh,I'm heading to gsc later^^&lt;br /&gt;Whoop Whoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many exciting things...&lt;br /&gt;I have been creating lately.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;I feel like it has been so long since I have been able to open up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Also on another happy note&lt;br /&gt;Shermie's back for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;we have Sooooo much to catch up on =)&lt;br /&gt;Oh my.I miss you so much and I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;one year has passed and I'm glad you're back tho it's for a short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;Will update more soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-2160032977381062157?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/2160032977381062157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/2160032977381062157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-officially-weak-in-knees-by-you.html' title='I am officially weak in the knees by YOU (:'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TDUp2DNT1FI/AAAAAAAADGo/Yuqmiox1LNo/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-2699376875592435516</id><published>2010-07-05T13:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T14:21:29.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I must have one of these babies!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TDF31n9b4wI/AAAAAAAADGM/biRBuLtI9DQ/s1600/nike-dunk-low-premium-yamakasa-pack%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TDF31N-cMZI/AAAAAAAADGE/TB1p44vGRn4/s1600/nike-dunk-low-premium-yamakasa-pack%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm in the process of getting a pair of these babies!&lt;br /&gt;The colours are so vibrant and alive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ARGH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love em' all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TDF30_XjgZI/AAAAAAAADF8/PQRO6KRpvXA/s1600/Nike_Man_Dunk_High_blbrwhblpigr-200907131955362585%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489614184943984466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TC8HBBeIH1I/AAAAAAAADD0/UnEH1U49KqM/s400/ka.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh My!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Time has flown by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; once again!&lt;br /&gt;One big bloggity mess!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to talk about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;Ahhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It's all &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;smiles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:)))))&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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;At this moment,I am me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chaos and contention can't penetrate my walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I feel Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&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;So lately life has been &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a little random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Daily activities bring never ending surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lots of giggles&lt;/span&gt; and excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pretty amazing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But whatever does happen next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(in the words of Martha Stewart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"It's a good thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;No more losing myself in others.&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I want to give myself new challenges...&lt;br /&gt;Help me!&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Challenge me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am growing.I am learning.I am becoming stronger.Changes are beginning.New adventures are blossoming.I am happy.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Genuinely happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-5867780584391588137?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/5867780584391588137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/5867780584391588137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-things-cherish.html' title='All things cherish (:'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TC8HBBeIH1I/AAAAAAAADD0/UnEH1U49KqM/s72-c/ka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-7172351360824949192</id><published>2010-06-30T15:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T16:17:53.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To tell u the truth,I've juz been avoiding everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCr2ZhvoXjI/AAAAAAAADDs/96zMLC6Nwzo/s1600/emo_love%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 541px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 471px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488470014319681074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCr2ZhvoXjI/AAAAAAAADDs/96zMLC6Nwzo/s400/emo_love%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;why do we chase after the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;impossibles &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;when we have the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;possibles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; awaits us??why am I so stupid?why don't I take risk?I think I'm&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; afraid&lt;/span&gt; of being happy because everytime I'm happy,something bad always happens.I've learned that it takes years to build up trust,but only seconds to destroy it.That is why I never seem to trust someone that quickly.Sometimes I wish I could just be&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; a little kid&lt;/span&gt; again.So when life gets tough you can just play pretend.I wanna go back to when Santa did exist.When your daddy was the only boy you ever kissed.When Disney World was the best place to be.When the only movies you could see were rated G.When your biggest problem was learning to write your name and people didn't change...and your friends were the same.And every time you were sad or you had a bad day.  You could just run to mommy and it would all be okay.I wanna go back to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no hurt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;just laughter&lt;/span&gt;.When everyone always lives happily ever after.I'm just afraid of taking chances and I'm &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so lost&lt;/span&gt; right now.I don't even know what I want,what to do,what to say and where to go.I wanna get lost from my life sometimes,sit on the side and watch the world go by,I wanna get lost and I don't know why.I just don't feel like I know myself very well right now,so how can I be sure about anything? Most of the time I feel so awkward,you know,like I don't belong in my own skin,I get frustrated at everything,I could just scream and there's no reason for it,&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I just hate myself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-7172351360824949192?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/7172351360824949192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/7172351360824949192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-tell-u-truthive-juz-been-avoiding.html' title='To tell u the truth,I&apos;ve juz been avoiding everything.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCr2ZhvoXjI/AAAAAAAADDs/96zMLC6Nwzo/s72-c/emo_love%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-6240487039199374441</id><published>2010-06-28T13:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T13:40:44.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont be afraid to be who U want to be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCgx-jQovoI/AAAAAAAADDU/6k39cBTlCRA/s1600/Copy+of+DSC01682.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487691096637619842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCgx-jQovoI/AAAAAAAADDU/6k39cBTlCRA/s400/Copy+of+DSC01682.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Changes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is always scary but knowing you have the backbone to hold yourself up during the tough times makes it easy.Having the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;support system&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you know you need,makes everything worth it.No matter &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;how stressful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;how frightening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it may all seem,knowing that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; are behind you to catch you when you feel like you're going to fall is&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt; worth all the risks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; we take.Have you ever looked at someones life and just wished you had it as easy as them?everything seems to just fall into place for them and nothing bad ever happens?ya I've done the same thing.except now,I know that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;those people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; have just as many fears and insecurities as us &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"normal"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; people do.They are &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;much better at hiding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; them or are the kind of people that think their whole life needs to appear perfect and by no means can any of their problems or indiscretions be told to other people.&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am quite the opposite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.I tend to just tell people everything because I find my life always moves &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;so much smoother&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;when I don't have anything to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"hide". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487693991340568834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCg0nC3mcQI/AAAAAAAADDc/MvTsLngQalk/s400/Copy+of+DSCN6302.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOTE:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't let&lt;/span&gt; someone else try to control you and your decisions.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't let&lt;/span&gt; fear take away something that could make you happier than you could imagine.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Easier said than done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but hey,the light bulb was not made on the first try.&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It takes time&lt;/span&gt; but if you really want it nothing should hold you back.including your insecurities &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5152835235188360151-6240487039199374441?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/6240487039199374441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/6240487039199374441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-be-afraid-to-be-who-u-want-to-be.html' title='dont be afraid to be who U want to be.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCgx-jQovoI/AAAAAAAADDU/6k39cBTlCRA/s72-c/Copy+of+DSC01682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-8937396479165501272</id><published>2010-06-28T10:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T10:40:50.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving the Best for Last...(fingers crossed)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCgFhp-y-jI/AAAAAAAADDM/4vtakH16s1M/s1600/snapped-rope1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487642221714012722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCgFhp-y-jI/AAAAAAAADDM/4vtakH16s1M/s400/snapped-rope1%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What do you do when you have a relationship that is just being held together by one little thread??&lt;br /&gt;You are at different points in your lives.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have the same goals.&lt;br /&gt;It's a struggle to find commonality.&lt;br /&gt;And when that thread is tested and pulled tighter than ever before what happens??&lt;br /&gt;Do you let it snap &amp;amp; say ef it?&lt;br /&gt;Do you get out the clear nail polish and try to fix it?&lt;br /&gt;Do you just bless &amp;amp; release? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/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;It's best to be at a point of bless &amp;amp; release.I personally think that it is best to set the relationship back out to the sea of time.If something was meant to be for you,it will be =) If not,you will always have the memories.People come and go in your life.....For now,I love where I am and the people that come and go in my life.....If you read this,wow,thank you.Sorry for starting the week off with this kind of post.But I'm not sorry for being real.That's how it goes though, isn't it.&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="right"&gt;Thank you.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God bless ya'all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-8937396479165501272?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/8937396479165501272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/8937396479165501272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-do-you-do-when-you-have.html' title='Saving the Best for Last...(fingers crossed)'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCgFhp-y-jI/AAAAAAAADDM/4vtakH16s1M/s72-c/snapped-rope1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-5993067606627645635</id><published>2010-06-26T08:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T09:00:09.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>current fashion obsession</title><content type='html'>I just have to get one of these.I have become obsessed with floppy hats because it's simply gorgeous(:I am stalking the perfect one.For once,I am glad to have long super curly hair.Great look for this hat!haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCVOFrkn43I/AAAAAAAADDE/mLTPMxux2DE/s1600/floppyhat%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486877580523463538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCVOFrkn43I/AAAAAAAADDE/mLTPMxux2DE/s400/floppyhat%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCVOFRU8PaI/AAAAAAAADC8/VeIxaF374os/s1600/floppyhat18%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486877573478366626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCVOFRU8PaI/AAAAAAAADC8/VeIxaF374os/s400/floppyhat18%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCVOFOS3nYI/AAAAAAAADC0/hdbCX39_ic8/s1600/floppyhat15%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486877572664368514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCVOFOS3nYI/AAAAAAAADC0/hdbCX39_ic8/s400/floppyhat15%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCVOE6m7HEI/AAAAAAAADCs/3V0TNVNzTKg/s1600/floppyhat14%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486877567379774530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCVOE6m7HEI/AAAAAAAADCs/3V0TNVNzTKg/s400/floppyhat14%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCVOEVvf0nI/AAAAAAAADCk/ad2F70FLxdc/s1600/floppyhat11%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486877557483623026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCVOEVvf0nI/AAAAAAAADCk/ad2F70FLxdc/s400/floppyhat11%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCVN0ibZrzI/AAAAAAAADCc/oEKe60m4JuM/s1600/floppyhat10%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486877286011088690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCVN0ibZrzI/AAAAAAAADCc/oEKe60m4JuM/s400/floppyhat10%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCVN0RMckfI/AAAAAAAADCU/eHjwBHy0Gqs/s1600/floppyhat7%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486877281384960498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCVN0RMckfI/AAAAAAAADCU/eHjwBHy0Gqs/s400/floppyhat7%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCVNz3E-4bI/AAAAAAAADCM/OltluDHDIWk/s1600/floppyhat3%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486877274374332850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCVNz3E-4bI/AAAAAAAADCM/OltluDHDIWk/s400/floppyhat3%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCVNztnWzVI/AAAAAAAADCE/uRZuV_GCjrc/s1600/floppyhat2%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486877271834152274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCVNztnWzVI/AAAAAAAADCE/uRZuV_GCjrc/s400/floppyhat2%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rugged, but chic, do you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCVNzMKYIAI/AAAAAAAADB8/zGXBgKrU8tY/s1600/floppyhat01%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486877262854234114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCVNzMKYIAI/AAAAAAAADB8/zGXBgKrU8tY/s400/floppyhat01%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really like this one,not floppy enough though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I have to admit,I have loved having the me time lately,a few minutes of peace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just me and my thoughts (:I'm remaining a bit of a mystery for now.I'm doing fine,it's takes a bit of adjusting,but I'm getting there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-5993067606627645635?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/5993067606627645635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/5993067606627645635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/06/current-fashion-obsession.html' title='current fashion obsession'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCVOFrkn43I/AAAAAAAADDE/mLTPMxux2DE/s72-c/floppyhat%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-2393421581327063475</id><published>2010-06-25T07:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T11:39:09.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thyroid Madness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCQZ3ERkayI/AAAAAAAADBs/W4bXox-cXEo/s1600/2sbmma9%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486538679875037986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCQZ3ERkayI/AAAAAAAADBs/W4bXox-cXEo/s400/2sbmma9%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know enough about anything to preach to anyone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't have enough life experience to make assumptions about love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about what it means and what it does to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I've caught on recently,&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;to something&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;through a series of painful realizations,it's started to make an odd sort of sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not real sense,but the crazy,uninhibited sort of sense that only love can make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've realized that everything we make ourselves do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything we put ourselves through,there's no reason for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the things we say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the places we go to on dates,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the pda,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the hand holding,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the little notes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we only do these things because that's all we know of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's what we've seen on television and read about in books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's the kind of love that we've been taught,&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is real. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;only action&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and actions might speak louder than words,but&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;feeling means more than action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's like a twisted game of rock-paper-scissors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that these things often do accompany real love......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because if you're in love,you &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WANT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to hold his hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you want to leave a little note in his jacket pocket for his mom to find in the wash a week later, give to him,and know he's thinking of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you want to smell him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you want him to hold you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tell you that you're perfect just the way you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you want to kiss him and make him feel good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you want to listen to the music he listens to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just in the hopes that it will help you understand him better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you want to talk to his dog,and help his mom clean up in the kitchen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talk sports with his dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you want to know everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you want to put his needs ahead of your own,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you want to do it all so that he KNOWS you love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but doing it when you're legitimately in love isn't playing by the rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because in love,&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there are no rules.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no one to tell you that you're doing it wrong,&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not even yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because to worry and nit pick over the small things is to look back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; means not looking back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love means holding him,and being afraid.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because you could lose him at any moment, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but that fear is what keeps you hanging on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;in love&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anything goes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,and&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; that's okay!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's what is so beautiful about it (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;is love fear?&lt;/span&gt;I don't think so.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but what do I know?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think I'm falling &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with HIM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It feels good (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've never been so sure of anything.It's like,I've finally come to understand the difference between dread and fear,and those nervous butterflies that everyone keeps talking about.You want to know how I know?Because when I'm with you,I feel those&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; butterflies fluttering&lt;/span&gt; around inside of me.But they don't make me want to run the other direction,like the fear has done before.If anything,they make me want to press myself as close as I can to you-face to face, heartbeat to heartbeat,because when I do that,the butterflies&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; quiet their wings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for a bit and they let me feel you.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feel all of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.And it's in those moments that I realize that the fear I feel is only surface level.It's the kind of fear you feel right before you turn on a bright light after hours of being in the dark.....just a few seconds before you open your eyes to see something so beautiful, something you couldn't see before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the first time in my life,&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't want to run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.I want to be with you(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486548453804791122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCQiv_AA1VI/AAAAAAAADB0/KAfOVwO7ToQ/s400/DSCN6375.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ok lovelies.....a few things for you.remember how a while back I posted about how I needed some new clothes..?well...I did it.last wednesday I indulged at Jusco {J CARD members' Day} and I'm a little sad cuz &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm broke right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!to be honest,I usually &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;don't go&lt;/span&gt; to the movie theater that much....{even though it's a free ticket}I enjoy watching movies in the comfort of my own home=)&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;give it away too easily&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,and&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I share too much of it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,and sometimes this means I get hurt…but I love deeply,and I care immensely,and I would truly go to the ends of the Earth for my friends and I wouldn’t have it any other way.I am amazed at how &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;incredible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I feel after doing something as simple as saying a&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; cheerful “hello!”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to a stranger on the street on my way to class,and I&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; being able &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;to make someone else smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,even if it’s for the silliest little reason!!&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Loving can cost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;AAAAA lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,but not loving will always cost you more.So when in doubt… errRRMmmm &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on the side of love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;okies??&lt;/span&gt;Until then...&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;happy weekend,all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.I promised you I'd be back.And whew,am I exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;note:Love is something wonderful,so they say.And I've trusted them,until right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-2393421581327063475?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/2393421581327063475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/2393421581327063475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/06/thyroid-madness.html' title='Thyroid Madness!'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TCQZ3ERkayI/AAAAAAAADBs/W4bXox-cXEo/s72-c/2sbmma9%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-2907161825437670149</id><published>2010-06-16T20:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T21:42:51.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humble happenings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This week has been intense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This week is the second week of my semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are plenty of things to settle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm proud to say that 'I'm not on probation anymore' but sad case....cos my younger sis just passed her driving test.wth man!!so yeah...the [P] sticker will be on car windscreen for another 2 blardy years =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why lar so many ppl's birthday falls on june?some more father's day is this sunday[waiseh there's a hole in my pocket]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 weeks ago while I was eating at the roadside stall all by myself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me:*Enjoying my food,enjoying the cool breeze &amp;amp; staring into the distance*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girl:*Driving really slow,sticking her head out the window,she glanced in my direction and she kept looking back at me.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me:*look around me*.I realized that I was the only customer eating at that very moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girl:She made a U-turn at a junction and stopped her car right in front of the table that I was sitting at.She walked towards me and spoke nicely in chinese.{excuse me miss....you understand chinese??}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me:I was stunned so I simply said No.haha...so she spoke to me in english.LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girl:Have you ever done modeling &amp;amp; catwalk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me:*nods*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girl:I'm a hair stylists and I need a female model for a hair competition &amp;amp; show and I will pay you Rm1500++ if you don't mind being my model.But the problem is I will be cutting your hair really short [something like rihanna's bob hairstyle]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me:Huh???But.....I don't like short hair wor =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girl:Hmm you really don't want ar???Rm 1500++ also you don't want ar??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me:Sooowiee but my love my hair so very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girl:Nvm lar but if you change your mind than come to the saloon and look for me okay =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me:*smiles*...Later on when I got home and I told my mum,she suggested that I give it a shot coz she says that my hair was always long since I was a lil child and it would be great if I give it a change.But the stubborn side of me is begging me not to cut off my precious hair.haha...so yeah....there goes the offer and the MONEY!Lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways,I hate that every time in an assignment or project,I'm always elected to be the leader[waiseh emotionally,physically drained man!!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" it's like a heavy burden weighing on my shoulder " =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;assignments are piling up and it's only the second week of the semester.haizzzzzz!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm happy to say that I'm in the cheerleading &amp;amp; photography club.I'm thinking of joining the Judo and squash club too!I used to be in the pingpong club till I'm sick of it cuz I was the ONLY female wei[malu sial...all males only]I was also in the anima club till i realized that this club wasn't fun at all.I wanted to be in the christian fellowship but than their meetings clashes with my timetable so yea...probably next time ba (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Signing off now!!byeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TBjEv_uZBaI/AAAAAAAADBU/l3HJz4y45O4/s1600/picture2life_03827_original%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483348875162486178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TBjEv_uZBaI/AAAAAAAADBU/l3HJz4y45O4/s400/picture2life_03827_original%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-2907161825437670149?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/2907161825437670149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/2907161825437670149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/06/humble-happenings.html' title='Humble happenings.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TBjEv_uZBaI/AAAAAAAADBU/l3HJz4y45O4/s72-c/picture2life_03827_original%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-4654508357973809046</id><published>2010-06-13T10:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T12:02:37.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chit chat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; well hello lovers!gotta make this a quickie.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have an eloquent post today.&lt;br /&gt;no deep thoughts&lt;br /&gt;no words of encouragement&lt;br /&gt;no funny stories&lt;br /&gt;just my thoughts &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; this morning....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"frozen Ice-cream"!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TBRHd78mGAI/AAAAAAAADA8/iyjvgugzCYs/s1600/summer3%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482085226050361346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TBRHd78mGAI/AAAAAAAADA8/iyjvgugzCYs/s400/summer3%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a simple top tucked into a pair of shorts plus a cute cardigan!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TBRHdAUZkZI/AAAAAAAADA0/gfY8SmB_TwA/s1600/black-forever-21-shoes-blue-forever-21-shorts-red-forever-21-t-shirt-black_400_large%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482085210044076434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TBRHdAUZkZI/AAAAAAAADA0/gfY8SmB_TwA/s400/black-forever-21-shoes-blue-forever-21-shorts-red-forever-21-t-shirt-black_400_large%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below:Who said one-piece suits are frumpy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm digging this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TBRHcyQRXpI/AAAAAAAADAs/wkBFNzXXTME/s1600/anthro1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482085206268665490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TBRHcyQRXpI/AAAAAAAADAs/wkBFNzXXTME/s400/anthro1%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"the hot stuff"....{&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it's getting hot in here duncha think so?}&lt;br /&gt;I am here to save the day and&lt;br /&gt;give you some of that yummy eye candy you may be missing out on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TBRHck23NlI/AAAAAAAADAk/DJwmvoFoLb8/s1600/charles-2-ec0805-240x312%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482085202672432722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TBRHck23NlI/AAAAAAAADAk/DJwmvoFoLb8/s400/charles-2-ec0805-240x312%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TBRHcdXjYrI/AAAAAAAADAc/eKjlxvu-qcs/s1600/user31594_pic54780_1248331909%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482085200662061746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TBRHcdXjYrI/AAAAAAAADAc/eKjlxvu-qcs/s400/user31594_pic54780_1248331909%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TBRGdsLYa0I/AAAAAAAADAU/vm35yVNwqAA/s1600/Emily%2BOsment%2BLucas%2BTill%2BVisit%2BPlanet%2BHollywood%2B5lKGAxahBXhl%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482084122305784642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TBRGdsLYa0I/AAAAAAAADAU/vm35yVNwqAA/s400/Emily%2BOsment%2BLucas%2BTill%2BVisit%2BPlanet%2BHollywood%2B5lKGAxahBXhl%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lucas Till is so freakin' adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TBRKtLtSrUI/AAAAAAAADBE/1AtLzN-ayB8/s1600/picture2life_58423_original%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TBRGco93U4I/AAAAAAAADAM/grRDL-XPnyc/s1600/images%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482084104263914370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TBRGco93U4I/AAAAAAAADAM/grRDL-XPnyc/s400/images%5B11%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TBRGcWFXrKI/AAAAAAAADAE/OokR5EhjVPU/s1600/31043_389073868940_741743940_3946199_7480326_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482084099195120802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TBRGcWFXrKI/AAAAAAAADAE/OokR5EhjVPU/s400/31043_389073868940_741743940_3946199_7480326_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TBRGab2OlvI/AAAAAAAAC_8/jIKB2zaeJgQ/s1600/31057_388659218940_741743940_3939953_3643097_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482084066382485234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TBRGab2OlvI/AAAAAAAAC_8/jIKB2zaeJgQ/s400/31057_388659218940_741743940_3939953_3643097_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TBRGaPfrgaI/AAAAAAAAC_0/lGOMkPUoFDU/s1600/25175_1324242477731_1580953410_753570_266218_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 394px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482084063066685858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TBRGaPfrgaI/AAAAAAAAC_0/lGOMkPUoFDU/s400/25175_1324242477731_1580953410_753570_266218_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TBRKtLtSrUI/AAAAAAAADBE/1AtLzN-ayB8/s1600/picture2life_58423_original%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 245px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 385px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482088786514062658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TBRKtLtSrUI/AAAAAAAADBE/1AtLzN-ayB8/s400/picture2life_58423_original%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are welcome, you are very welcome people:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is it alright if we can just cuddle up and&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; chat&lt;/span&gt; for a bit?It is seriously my &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;favorite thing to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.Grabbing coffee with a good friend or snuggling with my mom while she is watching her favourite tv show and bugging him,him making me laugh, make my days so bright and happy (:&lt;br /&gt;There has been so much going on lately that I haven't had to blog or do other activities that are on my to-do list.But don't ever feel like you're just running to catch up all the time?My room is a mess and my mind is just as cluttered and I just want to chit chat with you all about something things on my mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;♥        ♥        ♥        ♥         ♥           ♥                ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just kind of closed myself off to everyone while some things have been going on in my life.It's not to intentionally withdraw,or to hurt anyone's feelings or to be secretive for any reason other than my own thoughts.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever wanted something so badly it hurt?Have you ever been on the edge of something so incredible and feeling no fear at all it take the leap? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;,that is pretty much where I am at. Normally I would be writing down every single detail and details about those details...but for now nothing. To anyone. Because. Kind of a hard thing to do when I just feel like I am going to burst with emotions about the possibilities. So for now...I just need to make a big wish.What does a girl need to do to make a wish?Do we blow out our birthday candles?Should we look for shooting stars,or wish on the first one we see?Should we pray and hope or wait until 11:11 on the clock? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So,for now....I am just going to "be".Be here in this moment. Be happy.Be here. (Here with my fingers and toes crossed.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm currently loving...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fruit smoothies!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love to cook,and I honestly could,would,eat &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ice-cream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for every meal,every day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm currently not loving...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;monday!!urghh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;note&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;:♥&lt;/span&gt;Curvy to me is real beauty{it's sucha classic beauty} and if I'm never a size 2-&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so be it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Eat healthy loves.Workout and feel great and don't beat yourself up over that slice of chocolate cake or curvaceous hips.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;here's to a quick and easy week!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;I promise to come back and get on a blogging rocket and blog all the way to the moon but as for right now??I have loads of required things to do  before I can do that...&lt;br /&gt;and number one on my list??&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LUNCH  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;before I pass out on the stairs!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Renee (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-4654508357973809046?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/4654508357973809046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/4654508357973809046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/06/chit-chat.html' title='chit chat'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TBRHd78mGAI/AAAAAAAADA8/iyjvgugzCYs/s72-c/summer3%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-4741079225757577994</id><published>2010-06-08T17:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T18:18:04.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My inner voice,still speaks NERD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TA4YtOOC80I/AAAAAAAAC-U/xGqsv9SsmsQ/s1600/Picture+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480344961746662210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TA4YtOOC80I/AAAAAAAAC-U/xGqsv9SsmsQ/s400/Picture+027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TA4Yss-b9PI/AAAAAAAAC-M/5k4f5NOxhyQ/s1600/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480344952822822130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TA4Yss-b9PI/AAAAAAAAC-M/5k4f5NOxhyQ/s400/Picture+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TA4X_kDAa-I/AAAAAAAAC-E/kCBLdOZHL3c/s1600/Picture+035_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480344177331956706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TA4X_kDAa-I/AAAAAAAAC-E/kCBLdOZHL3c/s400/Picture+035_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TA4X_WYEbuI/AAAAAAAAC98/XSPalShrbwQ/s1600/DSCN5316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480344173662203618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TA4X_WYEbuI/AAAAAAAAC98/XSPalShrbwQ/s400/DSCN5316.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TA4X-4hxKwI/AAAAAAAAC90/Rc__1Ceqg7s/s1600/DSCN5322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480344165649820418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TA4X-4hxKwI/AAAAAAAAC90/Rc__1Ceqg7s/s400/DSCN5322.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TA4X-f8JBBI/AAAAAAAAC9s/2NuFUNJpJ2Q/s1600/DSCN5313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480344159049548818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TA4X-f8JBBI/AAAAAAAAC9s/2NuFUNJpJ2Q/s400/DSCN5313.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TA4X9ufh-kI/AAAAAAAAC9k/yHGcY0dw8lE/s1600/DSCN5523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480344145776212546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TA4X9ufh-kI/AAAAAAAAC9k/yHGcY0dw8lE/s400/DSCN5523.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TA4SEPEVG5I/AAAAAAAAC9c/FLke3Rmt88o/s1600/DSCN5522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480337660529941394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TA4SEPEVG5I/AAAAAAAAC9c/FLke3Rmt88o/s400/DSCN5522.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TA4SDXJAqiI/AAAAAAAAC9U/hpSWqpF5lxA/s1600/DSCN5315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480337645517187618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TA4SDXJAqiI/AAAAAAAAC9U/hpSWqpF5lxA/s400/DSCN5315.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TA4SDEQBUDI/AAAAAAAAC9M/WDkOWNCK3iI/s1600/DSCN5314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480337640446316594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TA4SDEQBUDI/AAAAAAAAC9M/WDkOWNCK3iI/s400/DSCN5314.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TA4SCnOlv-I/AAAAAAAAC9E/joQ_l9cjh1o/s1600/DSC00256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480337632655687650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TA4SCnOlv-I/AAAAAAAAC9E/joQ_l9cjh1o/s400/DSC00256.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I still feel like I'm that lil girl,with braces,extra lanky arms and legs,and glasses (sometimes,blind the others).I had really &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;sweaty hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and was &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;constantly anxious&lt;/span&gt;,I would &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;avoid &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;walking down the hall when someone was walking my way and was going to "give me daps",I'd find a corner to turn or a way to magically keep my hands full.I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror today and realized:&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am not that person anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.The thing is,I still absolutely&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; FEEL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; like the awkward nervous,dramatic,emotional and irritatingly optimistic young teenager that I was.My insides have forgotten to catch up with the changes on the outside.The good news,I have embraced the parts of me that I thought was awkward and realize they are &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;actually quite endearing&lt;/span&gt;.I smile too big sometimes and say all the wrong things,my eyes are huge and ridiculously expressive and show shock anytime I listen intently to a story,I am happy that I crack one liners when I meet new people and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when people don't understand my humor.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people to like or understand me all the time.Though in the past I'VE felt like the gawky one,I've come to realize &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is not me at all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.That old crush....it's him.Those old friends that I felt like didn't take the time of day...thank God they didn't,it would've been a waste.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,I've come to love my nose,the cheeks,my hands,my voice,my mind and my legs. I'd forgotten to remind my "inner voice" of the truth of who I have become,aided by all of the things that I have been.On the inside I am still that&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "awkward" kid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who says crazy things but I have also become so much more than that and I rarely celebrate it.So tonight,I'm going to have a glass of champagne(at a pub?)...hmmm maybe a can of Anglia shandy would be fine and celebrate it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;[finally living/loving in my own skin.]!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt; ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-4741079225757577994?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/4741079225757577994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/4741079225757577994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-inner-voicestill-speaks-nerd.html' title='My inner voice,still speaks NERD!'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TA4YtOOC80I/AAAAAAAAC-U/xGqsv9SsmsQ/s72-c/Picture+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-3736200704447988986</id><published>2010-06-07T21:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T22:34:31.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a princess is simply Fabulous lar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TAz4uoJG4qI/AAAAAAAAC88/xA7Kd5QhqUc/s1600/tyra-banks-princess-tiana-04%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480028326536340130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TAz4uoJG4qI/AAAAAAAAC88/xA7Kd5QhqUc/s400/tyra-banks-princess-tiana-04%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want a life where I stay in the Presidential Suite and call on people to bring me chocolate covered gummy bears and champagne.And,I'll wear a silk robe all day long.And take bubble baths....and wear false eyelashes to bed.having a traveling stylist on hand in case something is puckering weird Or when I'm feeling fat and need someone to throw me in something that looks like a trash bag,but sexy.swwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeeett!!Very seriously in fact,I won't apologize for who I am....for the flaws and the quirks,and the awkward things I say,or how sometimes I linger a little too long in a conversation because I don't know how to get out of it.Or how sometimes I talk too much about random shit in front of strangers.Or that I want to be famous and see my name in lights and do VIP shit...with private jets???...and umbrella holders....????(too much?)Things of that nature.I certainly won't apologize for the things I say on this blog....now,or in the past.In the meantime I'm gonna grab a bar of chocolate but before that...I want to share a very hilarious yet gross picture I copied and paste from facebook lar okay.&lt;br /&gt;Does this picture gives you an appetite for a slice of delicious warm chocolate cake????hahahahaha...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TAz4doaKX2I/AAAAAAAAC80/BGAV9xqsVUM/s1600/30089_1358803054526_1365006402_31100310_7307791_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480028034550095714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TAz4doaKX2I/AAAAAAAAC80/BGAV9xqsVUM/s400/30089_1358803054526_1365006402_31100310_7307791_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TAz4dNdjcfI/AAAAAAAAC8s/fuh6K4JEj0o/s1600/DSC00384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480028027316564466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TAz4dNdjcfI/AAAAAAAAC8s/fuh6K4JEj0o/s400/DSC00384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; above:FYI-This is not a picture I copy and paste from facebook or google image okay.it's a picture of my brother's stomach.scary sial.He's frickin' damn skinny man{like an anorexic person siut}He's already 14 years old but he looks and acts like a 10 year old.Hmmm.....like science said *boys mature slower than girls do*.Guess wad???In My Kindergarten Classroom pictures rite,I'm like the tallest chic in class le and during primary school I would be the tallest freak in the classroom and the stupid teacher are always picking on me *they would asked me to climb the tables and chairs to hang the curtains,flags,random pictures of god knows who lar,clean the damn dirty fan and the stupid guys would be peeking up my skirt looking at my panties.shit sial.thank god I was smart enuff to wear shorts inside or else rugi sial!hahahaha.I've always hated my height and I still remember clearly how I would hunch my back so much during assembly session cuz I was ashamed of my damn height *my sister's friends claimed that they would only see my head out of the hundreds of people standing around me....wtf???malu sial*.People would give me names such as giraffe,tebu,ladder,stick?wth!!,tinggi,giant {practically anything to describe a tall and lanky person lar}Ok lar.signing off now coz there's morning classes tomorrow.argh.one word:SUCKS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bye readerssss....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;the *princess* wants to have her beauty sleep now.till then.chaoooo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-3736200704447988986?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/3736200704447988986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/3736200704447988986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/06/being-princess-is-simply-fabulous-lar.html' title='Being a princess is simply Fabulous lar.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TAz4uoJG4qI/AAAAAAAAC88/xA7Kd5QhqUc/s72-c/tyra-banks-princess-tiana-04%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-4848765642726438543</id><published>2010-06-07T13:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T14:10:14.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just may be insane.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TAx--0FBqvI/AAAAAAAAC8k/SKrSlFm3epo/s1600/picture2life_44049_original%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Can't Believe how little I've Written lately.This is so unlike me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I've been distracted by life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Funny how that happens.*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy being social,shopping and catching up on all the things I seem to constantly put off,yet I really feel no further ahead than when I started.*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has been so quiet and for the last few days I've been a rotten mood,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so I hadn't made any big weekend plans just out of pure negativity.&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:"Where do you see yourself in ten years?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm at a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loss for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do people really have an answer for this question?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am I the only person who hasn't a clue?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Has no plan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I was the kind of person who had direction.a plan.a destiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kind of person that happens to life,not the kind that lets life happen to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it's not like I've just taken a wrong turn off the beaten path....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've never had a path....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've never had a course...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and although I don't regret much that has happened thus far,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything seems to be more by chance than by choice with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This makes me wonder if I'm the classic underachiever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry,I'm still stuck on the whole....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more by chance than choice......thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have GOT to figure this out....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;otherwise....where the hell WILL I be in ten years?!*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately my eyes are burning from tears shed earlier *sibeh emotional sial*.They sting out of loss and out of pain.Somehow I know things will never be the same again lar.Sometimes it's the right choice lar.Even with all the support in the world.....we still fall apart sometimes and not even one kind samaritan are there to help me out *sigh*.........And dammit things are never what they seem.You think you know.you think you understand and poof they disappear like a bad dream.It's not as easy as you thought okay.it takes a lot of courage to grow up.it takes a lot of suffering to be happy!!!!!Argh all I want to do now is to crawl into bed,pull the covers over my head and not crawl back out again until the time is through.{This wasn't meant to be a poem...it is what it is....don't critique...it's just not worth your effort.}My muscles ache and I don't want to go class =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TAx--ZNZAxI/AAAAAAAAC8U/l4Y24NXy-z4/s1600/DSC08087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479894456987091730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TAx--ZNZAxI/AAAAAAAAC8U/l4Y24NXy-z4/s400/DSC08087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my face look sibeh innocent siut.I'm not trying to say i'm not innocent now okay but is just that now I......*cough* look more *cough* ma.....ture.hahahahaha.{feel like barfing ryte??}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TAx-93IDoqI/AAAAAAAAC8M/eUQdqth2Tok/s1600/DSCN1702%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479894447837913762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TAx-93IDoqI/AAAAAAAAC8M/eUQdqth2Tok/s400/DSCN1702%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've met a few amazing people.I see it as a "sign".....as a luck of the draw....the timing was right and it just fit (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.::to be continued::.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-4848765642726438543?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/4848765642726438543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/4848765642726438543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-just-may-be-insane.html' title='I just may be insane.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TAx--ZNZAxI/AAAAAAAAC8U/l4Y24NXy-z4/s72-c/DSC08087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-110403862791685592</id><published>2010-06-05T20:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T21:15:03.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sensitive.Be gentle wid me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TApB129c_5I/AAAAAAAAC8E/XLEmBGt-FmE/s1600/DSCN6029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479264290191769490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TApB129c_5I/AAAAAAAAC8E/XLEmBGt-FmE/s400/DSCN6029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so I’ve been thinking a lot (with my&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; *glasses*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on ‘cause it makes me look smarter)…....wakakakakaka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I’ve come to the conclusion…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know the meaning of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;true friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a friendship that’s not based on numbers…the number of comments,the number of followers,the number of people you meet and instantly call your &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“best friend”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it’s&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; not about&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; a moving conveyor belt of ever changing friendships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it’s about the friendships you hold dear,&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;treasure like gold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and hope will last forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyway........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the past couple weekends,I've been keeping it&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; low key.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a little chips here...a little alcohol there...but nothing too crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I plan on saving myself for much more important events...ahem ahem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;therefore over the weekend,I spent the majority of my time watching movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;including kick-ass,shrek forever after,avatar,Ip man 2 and etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;oh shit&lt;/span&gt;…i’m in one of those moods again.which can only mean one thing…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it’s time to start cracking skulls around here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it makes no sense to me to learn that some people&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; intentionally lie,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;creating false impressions&lt;/span&gt; and images that clearly are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; pathological liars?maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I call them crazies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;note:being 100% real with yourself and others takes courage,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;confidence and also a good intentioned heart…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;what comes around goes around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;things catch up always and in the end those who are of poor intentions and character,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are the&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ones losing out:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;they lose &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;loved ones&lt;/span&gt;,they&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; lose friends&lt;/span&gt;,and never fully get to experience life to its fullest,and mostly they never even get to learn who THEY themselves really are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the end,those same people will continue living a lie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pretending to be someone that they’re not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unfortunately for them,they have one less person they get to fool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forgive me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,I’m having a serious titanic moment right about now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;yes I’m that cheesy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TApBrsj_LxI/AAAAAAAAC78/QewKEuOLU9Q/s1600/DSCN4907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 153px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479264115601911570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TApBrsj_LxI/AAAAAAAAC78/QewKEuOLU9Q/s400/DSCN4907.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;alright i better go before i start saying things i shouldn’t.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;mad love to you real folks and…&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;happy saturday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;[I'm super nervous and excited lar^^....haiyo can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;class starts on monday and I haven't even get to enjoy my holidays to the maximum!stupid mmu lar coz gv us holiday for only 2 blardy weeks *mana cukup*.I'm happie that I'll be spending my next 3 years with those people whom I love so very much.I seriously don't know what shitt is going to happen but I've just have to wait and see.Things might not work out but wat the fuck...who cares.at least I gv it a shot rtye???dumbass.no further explanation needed here.btw my hand looks frickin' extra long in this picture le.Lol]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;stay tuned for more updates.yee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-110403862791685592?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/110403862791685592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/110403862791685592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-sensitivebe-gentle-wid-me.html' title='I&apos;m sensitive.Be gentle wid me.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TApB129c_5I/AAAAAAAAC8E/XLEmBGt-FmE/s72-c/DSCN6029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-2494069205000854469</id><published>2010-06-01T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:20:24.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; get out of here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;f a s t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;Any good weekend getaway&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;suggestions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&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;If I could have it my way.....I'd totally be in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fiji &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TAUDzATmGWI/AAAAAAAAC70/2AC7puU42Vw/s1600/Fiji4%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477788696556476770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TAUDzATmGWI/AAAAAAAAC70/2AC7puU42Vw/s400/Fiji4%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; It's gorgeous there,isn't it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Just some&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; random&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; questions and&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; MY ANSWERS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So,if you wish to play along.....pls feel free do to so ya ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;would you rather.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be extremely&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;extremely intelligent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Intelligent,no question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go &lt;em&gt;without brushing your teeth&lt;/em&gt; for a year or go &lt;em&gt;without&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; washing your hair&lt;/em&gt; for a year?&lt;br /&gt;Go without washing my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I feel disgusting if I don't brush my teeth at least once a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rich or famous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rich.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fame means absolutely nothing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have an amazing &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shoe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; collection&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; or&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; an amazing&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; makeup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; collection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Shoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Give me shoes!&lt;br /&gt;I could give or take makeup.&lt;br /&gt;It's nice,but it's hard to live without shoes&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.They protect your feet!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be able to sing or be able to dance?&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stick with what I am actually able to do here and say &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be stranded on a deserted island or in the desert?&lt;br /&gt;Island.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I love the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and couldn't imagine living without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; computer or a tv&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Computer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Endless entertainment is at your fingertips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wear polka dots or stripes for the rest of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stripes.They're classic!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drink out of a teacup or a mug?&lt;br /&gt;While teacups are pretty,they're too delicate and small for me,so I'll take my mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;receive a bouquet of&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; flowers or a box of chocolates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flowers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,they don't add the pounds,and they &lt;em&gt;make my life prettier.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get a&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; hug or a kiss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; from someone you love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A hug.&lt;/span&gt;They always make me feel better.A kiss is hit or miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wear converse tennis shoes or stilettos?&lt;br /&gt;Converse.If we're going for life,I choose comfort over fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet johnny depp or robert pattinson?&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp.More impressive resume.Period.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drink a cup of coffee or a cup of tea?&lt;br /&gt;Although I heart COFFEE and try to drink it daily,I am not human without my morning cup of tea.So,I choose TEA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live somewhere sunny or cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I get depressed without sun.Malaysians....wad u expect lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have an amazing house or an amazing car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;House.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Who cares about the car?It's where you live that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be kind or funny?&lt;br /&gt;Kind... funny entertains but doesn't really get you anywhere without kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wear a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;necklace or a ring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Well,if you look at me today,the clear &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;answer is ring!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear my ring always,but sometimes (like today) I forget to put a necklace on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laugh or smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Laugh.Does a body good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love or be loved?&lt;br /&gt;It is impossible to be loved without loving,so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I choose love.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a great weekend peeps!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you're up to,if you wish. :)&lt;br /&gt;I have no plans,other than emo-ing at home.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-2494069205000854469?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/2494069205000854469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/2494069205000854469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/06/run-away.html' title='Run away.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TAUDzATmGWI/AAAAAAAAC70/2AC7puU42Vw/s72-c/Fiji4%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-959346634904890474</id><published>2010-05-31T12:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T13:39:24.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pardon me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TANA4GVuShI/AAAAAAAAC7s/yF7SfmGrHmk/s1600/P5080401p%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477292904331233810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TANA4GVuShI/AAAAAAAAC7s/yF7SfmGrHmk/s400/P5080401p%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; doesn't it seem like the days/weeks just go quicker and quicker &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as each year passes?!?&lt;br /&gt;time quite literally just flies by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Class starts next week!!argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Worst is yet to Come-----&gt;assignments piling up with no mercy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I spent my weekend &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;doing practically nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lazing around.just staring at four walls.browsing the internet.raiding the refrigerator^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; It's that time of year again where my holidays are the&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;most meaningless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.aikss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway,I have&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt; a confession....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;All I want today is&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; a doughnut!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A big,sticky,sugary,flaky-doughnut!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;licking the all the frosting off the tops of&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; cupcakes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I almost always want a bagel and cream cheese for breakfast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I almost always want to say &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes to dessert&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I almost always want to live off of thick macaroni and cheese and garlic bread &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and there are days when I almost look in the mirror and get angry for being so greedy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blahh bla blahhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TANAmLNy2DI/AAAAAAAAC7k/SXMX7wR1p0o/s1600/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477292596402509874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TANAmLNy2DI/AAAAAAAAC7k/SXMX7wR1p0o/s200/Picture+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lately I feel like doing a few things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Throw shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scream at shit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Write hate mail about shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Set shit to flames.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{Just another random shit.}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;note:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To let go is not to regret the past,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but to grow and live for the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To let go is to fear less and love more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Remember:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The time to love is short &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-959346634904890474?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/959346634904890474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/959346634904890474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/05/pardon-me.html' title='pardon me.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TANA4GVuShI/AAAAAAAAC7s/yF7SfmGrHmk/s72-c/P5080401p%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-1665783791113500108</id><published>2010-05-29T21:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T22:03:59.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not going back,I'm moving forward.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TAEZT6foBJI/AAAAAAAAC7M/1M9b9r-2Bus/s1600/Hawaii+2009+149%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476686451769345170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TAEZT6foBJI/AAAAAAAAC7M/1M9b9r-2Bus/s400/Hawaii+2009+149%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This week really stinks for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;I have had this really weird feeling all week and I'm not liking it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I think I need something to get me outtta this funk.&lt;br /&gt;I think I need therapy.&lt;br /&gt;Retail therapy,that is.&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow,I'm hitting the mall to release the tension in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476687381119030210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TAEaKAl208I/AAAAAAAAC7U/ENQiG40E1B8/s320/P5150020p%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just to let you know,I'm going to have a good day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm professing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is going to be fantabular.&lt;br /&gt;Because I say so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to smile,like I've never smiled before.&lt;br /&gt;Because I want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TAEY6AlnjsI/AAAAAAAAC7E/7p-FvKgpuS8/s1600/DSC08270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476686006728494786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TAEY6AlnjsI/AAAAAAAAC7E/7p-FvKgpuS8/s200/DSC08270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hey Sunday,&lt;br /&gt;You made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi Monday,&lt;br /&gt;Let's be honest,you just suck.&lt;br /&gt;This pretty much sums up my feelings towards you.&lt;br /&gt;Mondaynight,you got even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you Tuesday,&lt;br /&gt;YOU REALLY SUCKED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh Wednesday,&lt;br /&gt;You better be good to me k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really,today is good.&lt;br /&gt; The sun is shining and I'm Smiling.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Just Random shitt.&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHH LAYYY and Happy Stinkin' Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-1665783791113500108?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/1665783791113500108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/1665783791113500108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-not-going-backim-moving-forward.html' title='I&apos;m not going back,I&apos;m moving forward.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/TAEZT6foBJI/AAAAAAAAC7M/1M9b9r-2Bus/s72-c/Hawaii+2009+149%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-9140134655274488321</id><published>2010-05-26T14:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T14:48:35.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get me outta here...puhlease!argh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S_zBFQfOGTI/AAAAAAAAC6s/UphuBC-2k9o/s1600/images%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475463543045101874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S_zBFQfOGTI/AAAAAAAAC6s/UphuBC-2k9o/s400/images%5B6%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My life has been based heavily on a serious of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choices&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; made from a carefully created pool of options.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right,we are all living lives based off of choices we've made that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; put us where we're at,but most people&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; stay away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;busying themselves with &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;endless options&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; choose &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;between the things that are&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; readily available&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've never been intimidated by the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like a&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; nice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; challenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The feeling of triumph,of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;conquering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So,when I was 17 the thought that I'd simply apply to a uni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; and spend the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;next four years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; one stinking building&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;working towards &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one silly goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for an inevitable end result.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It wasn't even an option on my fancy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;handwritten list of dreams "worthy" of crossing off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unlike some,I think&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; if&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I'm given an opportunity.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;will rise above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; expectations!!heck yea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only fear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was that others free will to choose otherwise,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;would be the&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; road block&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; between&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; me&lt;/span&gt; and my idea of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;screw mmu.screw uni life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; *gasp*...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; did i just say that OUT LOUD?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'oopsy daisy.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S_zBFKz0cfI/AAAAAAAAC6k/8wi-dkts3Pc/s1600/Picture+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475463541520888306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S_zBFKz0cfI/AAAAAAAAC6k/8wi-dkts3Pc/s400/Picture+049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt; Life is fine,fine as wine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-9140134655274488321?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/9140134655274488321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/9140134655274488321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/05/get-me-outta-herepuhleaseargh.html' title='get me outta here...puhlease!argh.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S_zBFQfOGTI/AAAAAAAAC6s/UphuBC-2k9o/s72-c/images%5B6%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-2806816436547009532</id><published>2010-05-25T16:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T09:41:48.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The need to escape.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day you're &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475126746447919810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S_uOxHZEusI/AAAAAAAAC6E/meYJpPzuZBk/s400/img-thing%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt; the next you've&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; this incredible person who so easily and effortlessly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was the exact thing you'd subconsciously &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;been waiting for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;though,completely doubtful of them actually existing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by some uncomplicated,divine hand they're placed right there at reach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S_uOwCLKJbI/AAAAAAAAC58/WSpv1304bH8/s1600/3259708455_723c5cfbae%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475126727867508146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S_uOwCLKJbI/AAAAAAAAC58/WSpv1304bH8/s400/3259708455_723c5cfbae%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One day&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt; you're certain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that this is the resting point,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the point where everything just &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;settles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and this is&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "it."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kind of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"IT"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; where you're not moving,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're just steadily existing in one spot....&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;seemingly forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you turn on the&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"tune out"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; button and in a moment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"it"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; has shifted &amp;amp; suddenly you've opened doors &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;said &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"yes"&lt;/span&gt; to more than you could possibly handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've taken a routine &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and shaken it up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;grabbing each little piece &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;carefully placing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; them into this &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;new mosaic of a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you've jumped into,then standing back and&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;admiring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;how well the&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; mismatched&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,colorful pieces&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt; fit together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it's just &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the next&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it isn't a day,it isn't a single date or action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It just feels that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a combination of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;slight shifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The things you've said &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;to and the things you've said&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; YES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;without hesitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that makes it all feel like ONE DAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"one day"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when everything just worked itself out was really a slow moving process of thoughts,actions,desires,&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That all come together into an acknowledgement of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I've&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; wanted &amp;amp; everything &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I haven't&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; wanted has been placed in the&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; same&lt;/span&gt; garden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and been watered by the same powerful and contradicting energies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thought process and vibrations and thus flourished into this significantly new way of existence. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Of presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I read that today and it was&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt; so perfect&lt;/span&gt; for everything that I'm feeling right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; goodness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that is consuming me was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;certainly unexp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;though all of it was planted very cautiously and tended to meticulously and optimistically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even in subtle ways when &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;doubt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;was the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stronger belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; came when it was meant to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when I was ready for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; came when I trusted that I had a voice for a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;right people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; came when I was &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;unafraid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to live in all of the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;brilliance and spirit,inhibition and confidence &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that I knew was lurking behind some unnecessary &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;unjustified negative belief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that stood,firmly,in it's way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Our thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; are what we plant,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;our energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is what we water it with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;our truths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; are decided by what we believe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in our heart and in our minds &amp;amp; when the things that we believe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; fed consistently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;non-belief&lt;/span&gt; they'll stay buried under the soil until eventually,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they're completely forgotten &amp;amp; will remain unfulfilled prophecies sitting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somewhere beneath new cluttered ideas and half-hopes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Allotting ourselves &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;more responsibility&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for what grows into our lives is a powerful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;scary thought....until you see that the good you've grown &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was brought into being by &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;your own hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that,is a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; frickin' amazing feeling&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 115px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475386978811893666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S_x7cofh16I/AAAAAAAAC6M/97fDdkWPTys/s200/DSCN5892.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Change starts the minute we wake up,IF we choose it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Whatever you were thinking about "factioning",&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;half-truthing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lying about today......it's more than &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OKAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to just,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;tell the truth!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lying &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;is a f**cking&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt; sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.So,stop lying and making a fool of yourself.argh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-2806816436547009532?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/2806816436547009532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/2806816436547009532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/05/need-to-escape.html' title='The need to escape.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S_uOxHZEusI/AAAAAAAAC6E/meYJpPzuZBk/s72-c/img-thing%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-4513128694123464883</id><published>2010-05-24T11:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T12:25:51.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Word:Lost =*(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read whats on my mind right now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; generally wake up thinking,where is my boyfriend?Who got arrested?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I wonder if this outfit is appropriate for jail visits?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It usually goes something like,&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yogurt or cereal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and do I feel skinny today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S_nw5I5fm2I/AAAAAAAAC5s/MGfdr9VL87I/s1600/imagesCAEV4DBS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474671686477388642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S_nw5I5fm2I/AAAAAAAAC5s/MGfdr9VL87I/s400/imagesCAEV4DBS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;somehow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;along the last couple of months&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt; lost sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of the fact that within me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if I trust it,there's&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt; a deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;overflowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; well of&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SECURITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.Of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;safety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's a thing &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that is bigger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; than desiring something,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;bigger than want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,bigger than the little ruts and bumps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bigger than&lt;em&gt; $20 dollars&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; $100 dollars&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;bigger than right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this.second.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm not exactly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; where&lt;strong&gt; I WANT&lt;/strong&gt; to be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I have to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;TRUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that each little connection,diversion and misstep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are part of the bigger plan &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;instead of jeering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at the things&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I don't want&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; looking stead at the&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; things I do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;knowing that&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt; all that I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;all that I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;all that I have......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;already here!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let the universe &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;work out the rest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;constantly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; evolving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes..............,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; if&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; we saw the bigger picture,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; would&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; feel okay&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt; being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; all the things we want and love right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S_nw456kvYI/AAAAAAAAC5k/H3kzxSXOoRg/s1600/4393564496_140d584007%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474671682455387522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S_nw456kvYI/AAAAAAAAC5k/H3kzxSXOoRg/s400/4393564496_140d584007%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,I'm going to&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; FINISH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; what I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;START&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is sort of like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;riding a bike&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you're always looking&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt; at the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you're &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;bound to fall".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,there are&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; MOMENTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,where I'm just &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;afraid of falling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;note:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Men are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;respectable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; only as they respect others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;“There are two sorts of affection:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;the love of a woman you respect,and the love for the woman you love”!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-4513128694123464883?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/4513128694123464883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/4513128694123464883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-wordlost.html' title='One Word:Lost =*('/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S_nw5I5fm2I/AAAAAAAAC5s/MGfdr9VL87I/s72-c/imagesCAEV4DBS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-5956434873554251201</id><published>2010-05-23T08:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T09:16:31.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitter sweet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S_h8iDvWPKI/AAAAAAAAC5M/qLx9UGfFrpM/s1600/30xaj5d_large%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474262271630130338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S_h8iDvWPKI/AAAAAAAAC5M/qLx9UGfFrpM/s400/30xaj5d_large%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; losing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;blog drive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems this has become a recurring theme the past few months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe it's because I had a good few months of incredible posts and now that's gone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who knows why the real reason is but I feel as if I'm starting to repeat myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;change,love,fear,fashion..etc how many times can you read the exact same post before it &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;becomes monotonous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but then.....&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is my blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt; it's my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's what I'm going through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and I want&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; documentation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't do journals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; because I&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; writing on paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can type so much fast than I can write a couple of paragraphs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so obviously I'm going to take the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;easy way out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day this blog will be&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt; turned into a book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and it will be my journal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the past year and a half this blog has&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; been my sanctuary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;My freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to say whatever it is,I want whenever I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though I lose my drive to blog every now and then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; won't ever lose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the drive to document &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;my thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because lets face it,&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have plenty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Things are tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Probably &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the hardest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; they've ever been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;struggling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in ways I never knew I could &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt; sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I feel &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;more alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; than I ever have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that I could say that things couldn't get any worse &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but that is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;a definite lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things can always get worse than they are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;things can always get better than they are. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you have to&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let go of something&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; in order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to get something &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;even better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; than what that something was (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so that's it for now&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;.looove you all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*flying smooches!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S_h8RPiqVbI/AAAAAAAAC48/PI3Lxm-IkW4/s1600/Picture+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474261982740370866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S_h8RPiqVbI/AAAAAAAAC48/PI3Lxm-IkW4/s200/Picture+042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-5956434873554251201?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/5956434873554251201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/5956434873554251201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/05/bitter-sweet.html' title='bitter sweet.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S_h8iDvWPKI/AAAAAAAAC5M/qLx9UGfFrpM/s72-c/30xaj5d_large%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-4927298208309869607</id><published>2010-05-22T15:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T15:43:26.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful.just beautiful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey Hey Heeyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Final examination....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's why I've been a bit&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; absent&lt;/span&gt; from the blog world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holy Moly,can you believe my &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;foundation course&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;already over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woohooo~&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;time flies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but me likey (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; WOAH WOAH WOAH,even MAY is starting to fly by!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I have been &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;very stressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; this couple of weeks due to my finals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and feel like I&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; haven't had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; a second &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;to stop and breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Exams are over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and I deserve a good break!&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My last paper was yesterday and overall....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think business statistics paper was the&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;toughest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;numbers are ugly creatures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; the few easiest paper was definitely english,computer application II &amp;amp; accounts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S_eDNirvrkI/AAAAAAAAC4s/wTs3VYf7XBI/s1600/2_201209685l%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473988140763950658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S_eDNirvrkI/AAAAAAAAC4s/wTs3VYf7XBI/s400/2_201209685l%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The last few weeks as&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I attempt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to dress myself,I just &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sit and stare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at my closet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Literally&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,I stare while sitting on my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have so many articles of clothing,that some of them haven't even been touched yet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but &lt;em&gt;something is just isn't right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Something is missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desperate need&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of a shopping spree!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need new jeans,dress shirts,perfume and most importantly,&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heels.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have had this&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; urge to spoil myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with new&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;,beautiful heels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you ever have this moment?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where you want to completely clean out your closet and&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt; start fresh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gahh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; fabulous weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,peeps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;RENEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S_eCgZBvMNI/AAAAAAAAC4k/yfvrVWCAL-s/s1600/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473987365077725394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S_eCgZBvMNI/AAAAAAAAC4k/yfvrVWCAL-s/s400/Picture+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-4927298208309869607?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/4927298208309869607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/4927298208309869607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/05/beautifuljust-beautiful.html' title='beautiful.just beautiful.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S_eDNirvrkI/AAAAAAAAC4s/wTs3VYf7XBI/s72-c/2_201209685l%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-115784063991867654</id><published>2010-05-16T20:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T15:45:08.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jom Borak borak dgn I (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 380px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471839372055681202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S-_g6vdgGLI/AAAAAAAAC4c/0KlwOFdnPk0/s400/1_998054498l%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately....I've been really busy with my studies cuz my exam starts on tuesday.I can't wait for my exam to finish le.Lately,I have been burning the midnight oil and making visits to the library every single day without FAIL.........haha kiasu sial.I'm exhausted hell.Plus I'm having a really bad cough due to some girl who coughs like a nobody's business without closing her damn frickin' mouth.BASKET.Not to forget those Pimples all over my forehead and the stupid ugly panda eyes.argh.But behind all this commotion,emotions,run deep as oceans explodin' tempers flarin' from within,I'm still very happy with a numerous number of things (: I wouldn't have put all those behind me if wasn't for you!Thanks for lifting me up "like a garage door",catching me thru every careless fall I made,lending me your ears and bringing me home safely every night. (: I realise ryte MALACCA semakin maju de and I'm so proud to be a malaysian.hahaha.There's tonnes of cool stuff awaits me after my stinky exam!faster lar time flies puhlease!More updates after exam lar okie???BYE.gd luck to all foundation students ya ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-115784063991867654?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/115784063991867654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/115784063991867654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/05/jom-borak-borak-dgn-i.html' title='Jom Borak borak dgn I (:'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S-_g6vdgGLI/AAAAAAAAC4c/0KlwOFdnPk0/s72-c/1_998054498l%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-1491278036946338441</id><published>2010-05-08T18:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T18:16:50.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures that says a thousand words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have I ever mention to you guys that I'm a huge fan of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"SpongeBob Squarepants??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S-U5KaC_vBI/AAAAAAAAC30/rxHrin2-pOM/s1600/DSC00352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468840173464697874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S-U5KaC_vBI/AAAAAAAAC30/rxHrin2-pOM/s400/DSC00352.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S-U5J1tQ8cI/AAAAAAAAC3s/qWJYoBFDBk4/s1600/DSC00351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468840163709874626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S-U5J1tQ8cI/AAAAAAAAC3s/qWJYoBFDBk4/s400/DSC00351.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-1491278036946338441?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/1491278036946338441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/1491278036946338441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/05/pictures-that-says-thousand-words.html' title='Pictures that says a thousand words.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S-U5KaC_vBI/AAAAAAAAC30/rxHrin2-pOM/s72-c/DSC00352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-8095504577153726321</id><published>2010-05-08T07:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T08:21:48.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop and rewind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S-Spk8Dj3bI/AAAAAAAAC3k/Zgn5IwX2sro/s1600/Image006_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468682299596070322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S-Spk8Dj3bI/AAAAAAAAC3k/Zgn5IwX2sro/s400/Image006_edited-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; oh blog friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am finding myself &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;thinking way too much&lt;/span&gt; this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my poor head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is trying to wrap itself around so much that I dont know what to do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; so many questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I'd love to ask &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because I'd love to hear &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your opinions and advice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; but don't feel like the world wide web is the best place to put these questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so many thoughts,interests,ideas.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've talked to a few&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; good friends&lt;/span&gt; about some of the things on my mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; they have brought so much &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;insight &amp;amp; prospective&lt;/span&gt; to my questions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; it's been very &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;much appreciated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and helpful!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[I bet I'm driving a few of &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6633ff;"&gt;you crazy&lt;/span&gt; with mentioning this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not even telling you what it is I'm referring too!hah &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'm sorry loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!]&lt;br /&gt;and just for the record I wanted to tell you all a few things....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S-SpkQ0M5NI/AAAAAAAAC3c/QdDNuNsyDWI/s1600/peaceandlove%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468682287988925650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S-SpkQ0M5NI/AAAAAAAAC3c/QdDNuNsyDWI/s400/peaceandlove%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;that I have made so many&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; new friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; over the past few months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; and it feels like we've known each other for years (:&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; that when I wake up in the morning I have nothing do but&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; smile &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;life is really that fantastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ^^&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; that I can take a&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; warm shower&lt;/span&gt; and it &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;melts away the stress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I had from that day!!&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; that my &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;family supports&lt;/span&gt; me in whatever I decide to do =)&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for being there in my time of need &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;understanding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; where I stand in my life and &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;accepting me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for me.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; the age I'm at and how I'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enjoying &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;my &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;freedom and youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S-SpkI-uBgI/AAAAAAAAC3U/NKSv4kwBHow/s1600/DSCN5410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468682285885556226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S-SpkI-uBgI/AAAAAAAAC3U/NKSv4kwBHow/s400/DSCN5410.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  I've finally chopped off my&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; frickin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; awesome long nails &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; super &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;long cat claws&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;I decided to chopped it ALL off cuz some were long and short.&lt;br /&gt;I kept my nails for months and months okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kinda sad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but&lt;br /&gt;I can finally play the&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; piano&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again,excel in AngelJam aka O2jam like last time,&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hold a pen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; properly,do house chores,play with my awesome hair{lol} and etc.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;hahahahahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;much love. renee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-8095504577153726321?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/8095504577153726321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/8095504577153726321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/05/stop-and-rewind.html' title='stop and rewind.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S-Spk8Dj3bI/AAAAAAAAC3k/Zgn5IwX2sro/s72-c/Image006_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-61285505228560139</id><published>2010-05-07T18:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T18:44:35.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am curious about a few things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S-PsxeAgDXI/AAAAAAAAC3M/Sf6rFaPa1JE/s1600/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468474707170823538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S-PsxeAgDXI/AAAAAAAAC3M/Sf6rFaPa1JE/s400/Picture+015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Believing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honesty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How do you know you can trust someone?how do you know if what they are saying to you is true and not just a bunch of lies?how can you tell if they are being honest with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM CONFUSED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;sometimes boys just have a way with words that make you smile &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-61285505228560139?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/61285505228560139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/61285505228560139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-curious-about-few-things.html' title='I am curious about a few things.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S-PsxeAgDXI/AAAAAAAAC3M/Sf6rFaPa1JE/s72-c/Picture+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-2702094524909415492</id><published>2010-05-06T18:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T19:00:03.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's beyond amazing =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have always been a bit &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;skeptical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when it comes to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;especially &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;fairytalistic love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; enchanted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S-KeFqwhAWI/AAAAAAAAC3E/hwUNyMenwCw/s1600/enchanted_l%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468106717795516770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S-KeFqwhAWI/AAAAAAAAC3E/hwUNyMenwCw/s400/enchanted_l%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; don't get me wrong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've always wanted the fairytale and in my own way I know i'll end up with one....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; but I hate watching these movies because &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it gives&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; a sense of hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for something that I don't really think can be reached. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S-KeFW-W26I/AAAAAAAAC28/Gx_SPovj6g8/s1600/love-picture-hug-couple-rain-orangeacid%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468106712484862882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S-KeFW-W26I/AAAAAAAAC28/Gx_SPovj6g8/s400/love-picture-hug-couple-rain-orangeacid%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not like I'm skeptical because I have never been in love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because it's quite the opposite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm head over heels madly crazy in love.... (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't even believe me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a girl who &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;didn't really believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in true love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was in that exact situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had found someone who wanted to be with me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;regardless of my stubbornness and crazy antics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he loved me for &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who I was&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and nothing was going to change that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no matter how hard I tried to push him away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;he wasn't going for it.&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;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I'm a 19 year old who enjoys shopping to the full extent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; the girly things in life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;welcome to my side of the world!! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I slowly&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;start to accomplish things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in my life I am having a feeling of &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nothing &lt;/span&gt;can even describe the way I feel right now!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;WOOHOO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-2702094524909415492?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/2702094524909415492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/2702094524909415492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-beyond-amazing.html' title='it&apos;s beyond amazing =)'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S-KeFqwhAWI/AAAAAAAAC3E/hwUNyMenwCw/s72-c/enchanted_l%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-3525230312639241722</id><published>2010-04-30T00:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T01:18:48.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling happier than ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9m6NTddujI/AAAAAAAAC10/uB5dVCgtY2w/s1600/tumblr_l0o3yt7By51qzagdho1_400_large%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465604360515729970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9m6NTddujI/AAAAAAAAC10/uB5dVCgtY2w/s400/tumblr_l0o3yt7By51qzagdho1_400_large%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm strong.I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;may break down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and bawl.I may wallow.I may cry hysterically and worry my loved ones over my downers... sowie:) but when I'm done freakin' out the freaks.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;MUCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;STRONGER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; than I tend to give myself credit for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sometimes I just have to laugh at the sky &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;thank God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for leading ME down the crazy beautiful road&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; He's chosen for ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9m49d44vII/AAAAAAAAC1s/s0bl5r-0EmE/s1600/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9m49B4u_PI/AAAAAAAAC1k/VBOA9TxSfb0/s1600/DSC00240.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Drum roll please.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We must be &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;willing to let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of the life we have planned,&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so as to have the life that is waiting for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,ya know?? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Hope your day is spent with people you care about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know mine will be &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That kind of tired that makes it possible for you to bite someones head off in one moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cry over complete stupidity the next....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm pretending the only thing on my to-do list is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Dream something pretty"!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My something pretty of choice would be:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465606038996247154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9m7vASZ4nI/AAAAAAAAC18/K5NkezIZhzU/s400/cupcake.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;A cupcake (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-3525230312639241722?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/3525230312639241722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/3525230312639241722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/04/feeling-happier-than-ever.html' title='feeling happier than ever.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9m6NTddujI/AAAAAAAAC10/uB5dVCgtY2w/s72-c/tumblr_l0o3yt7By51qzagdho1_400_large%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-8934961049213043340</id><published>2010-04-28T16:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T17:33:26.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PCA0035 Computer Assignment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've Finally FINISHED my PCA0035 computer assignment!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've put so much effort,sweat and tears into this assignment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so glad it's all finally over!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are so many times where I feel like giving up and banging my head against the wall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but despite the disappointment &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I kept pushing myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{my Friends were always there offering support and encouragement(: }&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I often snuggled down in bed feeling mentally and physically tired!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My finals is less than 3 more weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shud really start flipping through my books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and start burning the Midnight Oil.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can someone pls pinch me and tell me that I'm not dreaming???!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can you believe it??it's my last semester&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; and I'll be doing my bachelor's of degree in banking and finance in the month of JUNE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;{time flies like an arrow.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can still recall my first day during orientation in MMU.I was starving and suffering from gastric pain throughout the whole orientation week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway,I just feel so fortunate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so blessed to be in this position and not to sound cheesy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am just so grateful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;BELOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:Have a glance at My &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PCA0035&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Computer assignment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOPIC &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAMMALS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9f4dtKRyPI/AAAAAAAACzk/rHjIg2Sm_Iw/s1600/pic8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465109862059985138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9f4dtKRyPI/AAAAAAAACzk/rHjIg2Sm_Iw/s400/pic8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9f4dVPbiUI/AAAAAAAACzc/V2TTYS51gIY/s1600/pic7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465109855639144770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9f4dVPbiUI/AAAAAAAACzc/V2TTYS51gIY/s400/pic7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9f4dKEnzPI/AAAAAAAACzU/9FDsznWM5-w/s1600/pic6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465109852641021170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9f4dKEnzPI/AAAAAAAACzU/9FDsznWM5-w/s400/pic6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9f4Hq7eIbI/AAAAAAAACzM/TrMwowaToDQ/s1600/pic5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465109483503886770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9f4Hq7eIbI/AAAAAAAACzM/TrMwowaToDQ/s400/pic5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9f4HW9OlII/AAAAAAAACzE/4KneKABhO4I/s1600/pic4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465109478142547074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9f4HW9OlII/AAAAAAAACzE/4KneKABhO4I/s400/pic4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9f4G9ACFzI/AAAAAAAACy8/1VUhXTnghpE/s1600/pic3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465109471174989618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9f4G9ACFzI/AAAAAAAACy8/1VUhXTnghpE/s400/pic3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9f4Gep1NaI/AAAAAAAACy0/M6Q9Rm3oylk/s1600/pic2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465109463028807074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9f4Gep1NaI/AAAAAAAACy0/M6Q9Rm3oylk/s400/pic2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9f4F8DanuI/AAAAAAAACys/yQhVrxifkO0/s1600/pic1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465109453740875490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9f4F8DanuI/AAAAAAAACys/yQhVrxifkO0/s400/pic1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; BYE BYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE Ya'll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-8934961049213043340?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/8934961049213043340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/8934961049213043340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/04/pca0035-computer-assignment.html' title='PCA0035 Computer Assignment.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9f4dtKRyPI/AAAAAAAACzk/rHjIg2Sm_Iw/s72-c/pic8.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-8620183853197586634</id><published>2010-04-27T17:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T19:04:03.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I said what??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My brain has been on &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;over load&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; due to the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of being able&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to type it out every day as I have been able to do in the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;so much going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I can't even remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; half the things I really wanted to post about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Regardless,I will&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; give you a few updates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ya know,a little bit of the me you've all been missing oh so much &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9a7BB9zA9I/AAAAAAAACyc/kpAskmVlduE/s1600/DSCN4432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464760824242570194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9a7BB9zA9I/AAAAAAAACyc/kpAskmVlduE/s400/DSCN4432.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know I repeatedly talk about angels or soulmates but lets face it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm just counting my blessings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9a7Am4yv1I/AAAAAAAACyU/UiaQoNRbPB4/s1600/1_898285061l%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464760816973823826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9a7Am4yv1I/AAAAAAAACyU/UiaQoNRbPB4/s400/1_898285061l%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've learned countless times,that people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;come into your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for a reason.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whatever that reason may be it's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;up to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on how you learn from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to the wonderful people in my life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who continue to&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; keep their heads up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when I&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt; don't have the strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to keep mine up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been able to stay a float in times I didn't think I'd be able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9a7AKaJfVI/AAAAAAAACyM/67ZkAgVd3is/s1600/25105_1384575583115_1493784127_31021819_8127296_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464760809329098066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9a7AKaJfVI/AAAAAAAACyM/67ZkAgVd3is/s400/25105_1384575583115_1493784127_31021819_8127296_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;above:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;She has given me &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;plenty of good advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but this one just &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;made me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She has&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; faith in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when I don't have enough for myself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is always there to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pick me up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when I need her to!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9a6_yIA84I/AAAAAAAACyE/gSRUtxlOyVY/s1600/24472_1390757817667_1493784127_31035360_5614336_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464760802810590082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9a6_yIA84I/AAAAAAAACyE/gSRUtxlOyVY/s400/24472_1390757817667_1493784127_31035360_5614336_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; above:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I love her.She makes my day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9a3Y01IS8I/AAAAAAAACx0/wqg0uchYNHw/s1600/22.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464756834986904514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9a3Y01IS8I/AAAAAAAACx0/wqg0uchYNHw/s400/22.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; thing you should know &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;about me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok so there really are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAY more than that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,but just one for now &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;extremely loyal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to those who are in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* I love you completely&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; hubbs&lt;/span&gt;*....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I absolutely love &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my peeps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;certain &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;family members.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; have their back&lt;/span&gt; even if they are in the wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;listen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when no one else will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am the &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;fort knox to their secrets&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;bend over backwards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for the people I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I will say I'm wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; -this all by itself is saying a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;surprise them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with little goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I forgive quickly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will do everything my power to make sure that they know&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt; I love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9a3YK6I7AI/AAAAAAAACxs/_FMyuEb5SHI/s1600/25492_1414391448493_1493784127_31092749_115946_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464756823733627906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9a3YK6I7AI/AAAAAAAACxs/_FMyuEb5SHI/s400/25492_1414391448493_1493784127_31092749_115946_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9a3XFKMejI/AAAAAAAACxc/iKa8GQ_LnCU/s1600/DSC00338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464756805010487858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9a3XFKMejI/AAAAAAAACxc/iKa8GQ_LnCU/s400/DSC00338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; time spent laughing wid my love ones is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Pontian-Kecil-Malaysia/Magical-Art-Studio/113164525385153"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had the best eyebrows I'd ever seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;plus a gorgeous smile and a&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt; warming soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; instantly connected&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Pontian-Kecil-Malaysia/Magical-Art-Studio/113164525385153"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm not going anywhere&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt; :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sayang,you have to have faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the only thing we have that can get us through this &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;crazy ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-8620183853197586634?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/8620183853197586634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/8620183853197586634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-said-what.html' title='I said what??'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9a7BB9zA9I/AAAAAAAACyc/kpAskmVlduE/s72-c/DSCN4432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-3916564055913969503</id><published>2010-04-25T09:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T10:24:21.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's be honest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; {RENEE-is-busy-so-here's-a-quick-post}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been eating &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of junk food lately....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chocolate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; + absolutely delicious gluten &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dairy free products&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; coming out on the market!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all of which &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love so very much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if I wasn't eating it at home,I ate it almost every time I went out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;excessive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and I've noticed that I've &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;gained &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;the past little while for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Besides,I've still been taking food photos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to preface them by saying that I haven't really been able to keep much in my stomach. My hunger &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;just disappeared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on me.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when I do eat,I feel &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;full almost instantly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Very strange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(0.0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those who always lepak with me would know me very well la.I shout hungry like every one frickin' hour.After a heavy meal I still menyalak hungry.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Macam hantu lapar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; je.During lecture I'll be stuffing my mulut with fried rice/nasi lemak/mee,Jus name it and I have it all in my bag!hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My bag is always packed with food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No books but food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.hahaha.sial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday during muet pun almost die of starvation.half way doing the writing test then gastric&gt;dizzy&gt;cant concentrate.so my solution is&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;emergency delivery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i asyik makan je.patutlah sudah berisi.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUGLY.&lt;/strong&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;Anyway,I've&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; been craving cupcakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; all weekend!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arghh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can someone buy me a cupcake with 2 inches of over-sweet frosting on top??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puhlease&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 335px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463885393683304882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9Oe0Q_wUbI/AAAAAAAACxU/D2tGu_e08Bc/s400/cupcakes%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cupcakes are just ugly when you can't have them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt; This is how I want my baby to look like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;all cute and chubby&lt;/span&gt;.ish geram tengok muka dia.&lt;br /&gt;"cheek biting "...I almost feel like this is an addiction!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt; Pls be x-tra careful of this &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;cheek biting freako&lt;/span&gt;!LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9OdKIQifrI/AAAAAAAACxM/m6mJ-cSSjZI/s1600/babycamera-468x378%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 323px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463883570271649458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9OdKIQifrI/AAAAAAAACxM/m6mJ-cSSjZI/s400/babycamera-468x378%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; above&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:fuh ada muscles siot!got biceps and chest man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dun pray pray ya!phewit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9OdJvzlIiI/AAAAAAAACxE/PdZv42X0xf8/s1600/fat_baby_side_face%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463883563707736610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9OdJvzlIiI/AAAAAAAACxE/PdZv42X0xf8/s400/fat_baby_side_face%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9OdJZ2yJAI/AAAAAAAACw8/nl4VqQLjiG8/s1600/FatBabyFatDog%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463883557815591938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9OdJZ2yJAI/AAAAAAAACw8/nl4VqQLjiG8/s400/FatBabyFatDog%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ladies and gentlemen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;please fasten your seatbelts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; cuz I am about to show you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;something fascinating&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;something entertaining,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;something silly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9OdI4pm_aI/AAAAAAAACw0/8s0Tqd_m7pw/s1600/fat_woman%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 385px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463883548901965218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9OdI4pm_aI/AAAAAAAACw0/8s0Tqd_m7pw/s400/fat_woman%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; eh dun need wear underwear oso nvm.tak boleh nampak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9OdIksEG3I/AAAAAAAACws/_GM_LUNYGKU/s1600/imagesCAT01U29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463883543543552882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9OdIksEG3I/AAAAAAAACws/_GM_LUNYGKU/s400/imagesCAT01U29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guys sure drooling all over their keyboard punya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BYE peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;peace out &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152835235188360151-3916564055913969503?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/3916564055913969503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/3916564055913969503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/04/lets-be-honest.html' title='Let&apos;s be honest.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9Oe0Q_wUbI/AAAAAAAACxU/D2tGu_e08Bc/s72-c/cupcakes%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-2727690145645200582</id><published>2010-04-22T20:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:13:28.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tearing myself into shreds over the weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; After plenty of rest and H2O,I am finally feeling better.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hallelujah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this week so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life has been &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hectic&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;chaotic&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dramatic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;stressful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;at the same time!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life has taken me on it's very own &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;rollercoaster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;these &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;last few weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I'm like hanging on by a thread.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;haizzzz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Blame life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; which has been throwing me curve balls like crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ahh well...whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm here and my weekend was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"awesome"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; so I can't complain too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haven't &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;logged into &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;blogger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; like a week?So,where should I start??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9BEgCzeweI/AAAAAAAACwU/sC5VngUnYT4/s1600/DSC00386_edited-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh well.....Yesterday I wore &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.It had been a while since I'd done so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As it goes,I’ve been all &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BLACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHITE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;lately with maybe a tad bit of &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which is so&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; unlike me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So when I chose to wear &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bright&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;sunshiny yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,it made me &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;feel different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*in a good way*(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I felt&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;happier&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;…like a day in the sun &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;*giggles*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It figures as much,with spring comes colour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lots &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;lots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of colour.colour that I have missed.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9BEfBi8XYI/AAAAAAAACwM/S6uzNl9DUx4/s1600/DSCN5022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462941647782043010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9BEfBi8XYI/AAAAAAAACwM/S6uzNl9DUx4/s400/DSCN5022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; {&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Before going any further,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is post is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;very random&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not planned. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And kinda sort of &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt;.}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Speaking of LIFE&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have you found that sometimes life seems to come&lt;br /&gt;with &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a soundtrack&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?I have countless playlists on my&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; iPod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,and each one&lt;br /&gt;is meant for a certain day.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A feeling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.I've been listening&lt;br /&gt;to one playlist&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;(titled Way back into love-the best love duet!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on repeat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway,Do you have certain songs that get put on repeat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I mean you repeat it like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;over and over and over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; you &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nvr get bored of it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9BEdhBIq0I/AAAAAAAACv8/KWoaVeM1pMw/s1600/DSC00502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462941621870439234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9BEdhBIq0I/AAAAAAAACv8/KWoaVeM1pMw/s400/DSC00502.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, lets talk about&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; something real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;Let me start off by saying&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt; my SMS addiction is back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!haha&lt;br /&gt;I've&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; not been actively&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; using my hp like for about 5 months or so&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now I'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;finally back on track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.haha.&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;surprise surprise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And on another very important note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hubbs &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is such a great guy.&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Supportive.&lt;/span&gt;carefree.Cracking jokes all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lovable.&lt;/span&gt;Believes in this simple statement &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Everything happens with ease".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9BCSdznhJI/AAAAAAAACvs/mWtyov_bVGw/s1600/22035_244700144604_726624604_3063822_1479996_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 396px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462939233006617746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9BCSdznhJI/AAAAAAAACvs/mWtyov_bVGw/s400/22035_244700144604_726624604_3063822_1479996_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; most importantly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; he makes me&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I catch myself thinking about him right now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;* big ginormous goofy grin * (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9BCR_lxHiI/AAAAAAAACvk/zpg7KLy_0H8/s1600/IMG_0303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462939224895462946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9BCR_lxHiI/AAAAAAAACvk/zpg7KLy_0H8/s400/IMG_0303.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;above:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; my sister so very much.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gahh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The last time I saw her was during the CNY.Haizz.&lt;br /&gt;She'll only be &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;back next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;stinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to be&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; separated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with the people we &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;love,adore and cherish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ya know??!&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arghh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;It feels like my heart has been ripped out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; Note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:I'm sorry I was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sucha grouchy pants&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; this whole week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I promise I'll control my temper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that I am not in blogger mode lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RENEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;folks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/5152835235188360151-2727690145645200582?l=herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/2727690145645200582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152835235188360151/posts/default/2727690145645200582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herdailyconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/04/tearing-myself-into-shreds-over-weekend.html' title='Tearing myself into shreds over the weekend.'/><author><name>RENEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069981773269075079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9j3mnz6McI/AAAAAAAAC1E/HIR2FdDai3k/S220/DSC00354.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x6TMwsAARSg/S9BEfBi8XYI/AAAAAAAACwM/S6uzNl9DUx4/s72-c/DSCN5022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152835235188360151.post-5932952072604428782</id><published>2010-04-15T11:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T11:31:49.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quizzes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;via &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;facebook &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;quizzes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The quizzes in facebook are almost&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;98%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; true tho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took the....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"What kind of Mask do you wear?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and here's the results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your mask is Beauty.You are beautiful inside and out.You aren't too aware of your beauty, although all the people around you are.There are times when you &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feel like you're wea
