<?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-8625185590977122410</id><updated>2012-03-18T16:27:07.488+08:00</updated><category term='Smooched.'/><category term='Liuh Enn just burped'/><category term='just wanna let you know.'/><category term='I got not guts.'/><category term='Weight loss.'/><category term='Kissed by Liuh Enn'/><category term='Oops sollehhhh.'/><category term='I AM PISSED OFF. GO AWAY.'/><category term='Liuh Enn just farted'/><category term='Exam Days by Liuh Enn D:'/><category term='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><category term='Complains from a bitch.'/><category term='written by Liuh Enn'/><category term='Spongebobing'/><category term='Liuh Enn just blogged :D'/><category term='Liuh Enn just farted.'/><title type='text'>She'll be loved.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-3412900533412679576</id><published>2012-03-18T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-18T16:27:07.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Years.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-MRi1s1AyQ/T2WabLfZn8I/AAAAAAAAB3A/t2SPH8CRHN4/s1600/cute-food-jelljeans-jelly-beans-pink-Favim.com-121983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-MRi1s1AyQ/T2WabLfZn8I/AAAAAAAAB3A/t2SPH8CRHN4/s320/cute-food-jelljeans-jelly-beans-pink-Favim.com-121983.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721148693375721410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart beats fast&lt;br /&gt;Colors and promises&lt;br /&gt;How to be brave&lt;br /&gt;How can I love when I'm afraid to fall&lt;br /&gt;But watching you stand alone&lt;br /&gt;All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One step closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have died everyday waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Darling don't be afraid I have loved you&lt;br /&gt;For a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you for a thousand more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time stands still&lt;br /&gt;Beauty in all she is&lt;br /&gt;I will be brave&lt;br /&gt;I will not let anything take away&lt;br /&gt;What's standing in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Every breath&lt;br /&gt;Every hour has come to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One step closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have died everyday waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Darling don't be afraid I have loved you&lt;br /&gt;For a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you for a thousand more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all along I believed I would find you&lt;br /&gt;Time has brought your heart to me&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you for a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you for a thousand more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still wondering, when will you be back. Thousand of questions are awaiting for you to answer them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;With love.&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/8625185590977122410-3412900533412679576?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/3412900533412679576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2012/03/thousand-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/3412900533412679576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/3412900533412679576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2012/03/thousand-years.html' title='A Thousand Years.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-MRi1s1AyQ/T2WabLfZn8I/AAAAAAAAB3A/t2SPH8CRHN4/s72-c/cute-food-jelljeans-jelly-beans-pink-Favim.com-121983.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-6786733955953133913</id><published>2012-03-17T20:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-17T20:20:51.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tAGSfSLii04/T2R-XBUgQEI/AAAAAAAAB20/I_ZA1z2l4Bc/s1600/reeha2151976383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tAGSfSLii04/T2R-XBUgQEI/AAAAAAAAB20/I_ZA1z2l4Bc/s320/reeha2151976383.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720836360623898690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to keep these feelings to myself. Today was the first time I called you after so long. Yes, I grew some balls. And I found out that, things that you get too easily are never appreciated. Just because I'm nice to you, you never appreciate it. You take for granted. You secretly ask for more. I'm tired of being like that. Seriously tired. The distance between you and I are so far apart, that I can never reach you anymore.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't ask much from you, just an hour from you. Yet, I got rejected. I need that 60 minutes just to talk to you. You don't know what I'm up to. And I guess it doesn't really matter to you anymore. I never want to give up, but I guess giving up is the only choice. I don't know how, but I guess there's a way. There's always a way. It seems that you're really happy without me. Really. Happier than my expectations. If you're happier in this case, I will let go. Even if I won't be happy in future, at least I made the right choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I'd never lose you, but in the end, I still lose you. I'm never good enough. Right now, it doesn't matter anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-6786733955953133913?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/6786733955953133913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2012/03/end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/6786733955953133913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/6786733955953133913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2012/03/end.html' title='The End.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tAGSfSLii04/T2R-XBUgQEI/AAAAAAAAB20/I_ZA1z2l4Bc/s72-c/reeha2151976383.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-7251171702631779986</id><published>2012-03-16T16:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-18T16:15:52.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never let go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFRbaz98sdc/T2RJxJcXEjI/AAAAAAAAB2o/AgIuoFgUsOs/s1600/tumblr_kqfvep0fwk1qzdroso1_500.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFRbaz98sdc/T2RJxJcXEjI/AAAAAAAAB2o/AgIuoFgUsOs/s320/tumblr_kqfvep0fwk1qzdroso1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720778535364661810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div   style="  font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;The heart was made to be broken. - &lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;" &gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div   style="  font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;或者　於某集我可抬頭欣賞到你&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;或者　一轉念便要失去你&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;或者　轉折漸太多　遺忘怎擁抱你&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;或者　擁緊偏已斷氣&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: left; "&gt;This is the third week. I don't normally talk to you nowadays. I mean, I don't have the chance to. And even if I do, I don't have the guts to. I'm confused, with my own feelings. There are thousand of questions in my mind, but there aren't any answers to these questions. &lt;i style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Do I really like you? Should I move on? Do you really like me? Is it really worth it? Are you the right one? Are you happy with your current life?&lt;/i&gt; Honestly, I don't know anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: left; "&gt;Whenever I tend to give up, I'll always receive a text or a call from you. To be frank, I was happy to receive them. Happier than you thought. I don't since when, how and why I'd fallen. I'm not blogging to seek for attentions, it's just that, I have no one else to complain my problems to. Sometimes, I feel rather annoying of myself to keep bugging my friends about the issues between you and I. It's not like we can solve it. What do I expect from them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Cheer up!" "Move on." "Let go."&lt;/b&gt; That's what they told me. Will I be happy if I seriously do so? Will you be happy if I seriously do so? I don't know. Sometimes, you speak harshly to me. And I've no idea why I ain't pissed at you. At times, you tell me you don't mean it, when you were saying that, it hurts inside you. You need to understand that, I suck in differentiating, which is true, which is false.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: left; "&gt;Holding on hurts, but I guess letting go hurts even more. Yes, I've to admit, I rely on you a lot. Even after what happened to you and I, I never give up on us. You're the first person that I thought of. And I'm telling you that, I love you more than a friend, more than a family. Maybe you're my soul.. sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I wonder if I ever cross your mind, cus for me it happens all the time. Honestly, I give in a lot. You requested me to leave you alone. I did. You asked me not to bother about your personal issues and not to ask you about it. Yes, I stopped asking. But you're taking for granted, you asked me to move on? You know what, you &lt;/span&gt;unofficially dated me, and unofficially dumped me. I don't know what personal issues and problems you're up to. But why are you acting this way? You said there's no light ahead for your journey. I've a bloody torch light. Yet you rejected my help. You do not wanna help yourself. So what you expecting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the movie "You're the Apple of my Eye", I was told that girls have thoughts that guys of the same age as them are childish. I don't know if that's true. But honestly, sometimes I think you are. You're not even facing your god damn problems. While I, not knowing what's happening and being worried all the time. And you're telling me that you left because you don't want me to be worried. K. You were the one who insisted that we have to face all sorts of problems together. And now..? You're escaping from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;This isn't Hong Kong or Korean dramas. I mean, yeah this isn't. Even if it is, the couples get back after few episodes. And for us? I think it's more like Hokkien drama. Don't know how many hundred of episodes is it going to take. Or maybe, forever. To be frank, I know that you won't be back. But I was stupid enough to tell myself that miracles do exist. They exist. I pray every night. Hoping that God will receive my prayers. I guess my existence doesn't really matter to you, but all these while your existence meant a lot to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;You can talk to everyone else, except for me. You can treat everyone else nicely, except for me. Who am I to you, honestly? The actual distance between you and I may be near, but the distance between the hearts are so far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Waiting hurts, but I'll never give up waiting, cus I believe it's worth it. No regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;With love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-7251171702631779986?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/7251171702631779986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2012/03/never-let-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/7251171702631779986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/7251171702631779986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2012/03/never-let-go.html' title='Never let go.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFRbaz98sdc/T2RJxJcXEjI/AAAAAAAAB2o/AgIuoFgUsOs/s72-c/tumblr_kqfvep0fwk1qzdroso1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-2461802300947106306</id><published>2011-12-31T00:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T01:04:48.610+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><title type='text'>Kisses she misses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WQu45X5Dq08/Tv3o2LqSCsI/AAAAAAAAB2c/n0Oi-8LSB9M/s1600/holland_w400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WQu45X5Dq08/Tv3o2LqSCsI/AAAAAAAAB2c/n0Oi-8LSB9M/s320/holland_w400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691961521606888130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's New Year's Eve already. 364 days just passed like that and I guess, time passes really fast. I think this year is one of the greatest year in my life. I've actually met different kind of people this year.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year, I was wondering what will 2011 end up like. And now I can tell you, it's great. Dramas that cause tears. So many things that I tried so hard to understand but I'll never get it. Different kind of people that I've seen throughout the year. Getting obsessed with seniors. That's how time flies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get to know a senior through facebook and eventually we talked. Unexpected things happened. I thought I'd like him, but eventually I didn't. I had a crush on a junior. I thought we'd end up together or something. Or maybe that ambiguous feeling would last longer. But it didn't. I'd gone through some tough times. Thanks to those who lent me a hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My results' bad. I mean, really bad compared to the previous years. Didn't study much through the entire year. And thanks to this asshole who text me while I was blogging and asked " &lt;b&gt;Did you study throughout the holidays or not?&lt;/b&gt; " Dude, I guess you don't know me well. For the very first time I've such poor results and I'm kinda, chilling like a boss? But I promise I'll seriously study hard next year. maybe not. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People around me mostly are having relationship. And after so long, I'm still single. Hahah. Ohai, I'm still single, how saddening. It's not really that saddening. Seeing those people around me cuddling, doing those lovey dovey actions kinda, pissed me off. Okay more like I'm jealous. So I guess I'm just SAD. &lt;b&gt;S.A.D - Single, Available, Desperate.&lt;/b&gt; Sigh. Okay who wants me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next year, 2012 will be the last year I spend my time in high school. Somehow, I kinda miss the school and the people there. Why can't I be younger? There are people that I used to dislike them the last time, but as time passes, I get to know them better, soon we got closer. There are also those that I used to be close with them, but we don't really talk nowadays. Time's seriously one great thing that can change many things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17 next year. 17. I don't know I spend the past 16 years. I swear I'm gonna spend this year wisely. Rumours saying that the world's ending in 2012. I don't wanna die with regrets. &lt;b&gt;Make. Believe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;With love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-2461802300947106306?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/2461802300947106306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/12/kisses-she-misses_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/2461802300947106306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/2461802300947106306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/12/kisses-she-misses_31.html' title='Kisses she misses.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WQu45X5Dq08/Tv3o2LqSCsI/AAAAAAAAB2c/n0Oi-8LSB9M/s72-c/holland_w400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-1069656390428226835</id><published>2011-12-12T03:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T03:11:22.534+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight loss.'/><title type='text'>Desperation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q54XPaEFeyc/TuT_p8RRHaI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/T8BSc1G8rf8/s1600/300790_255023644544850_180167118697170_681275_1953214005_n.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: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q54XPaEFeyc/TuT_p8RRHaI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/T8BSc1G8rf8/s320/300790_255023644544850_180167118697170_681275_1953214005_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684949725666680226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear Ke Zhen Dong's cutest guy everrr! Watched You're the Apple of my Eye. It was good actually, but it's kinda overrated that's why I don't really like it. Hoping that I get a boyfriend like him. &amp;lt;3 TEEHEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently searching for tips in losing weight. At 3AM. HAHAHA. Too fat seriously. I've been eating a lot recently. Need to work out or something. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Nights. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-1069656390428226835?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/1069656390428226835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/12/desperation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/1069656390428226835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/1069656390428226835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/12/desperation.html' title='Desperation.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q54XPaEFeyc/TuT_p8RRHaI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/T8BSc1G8rf8/s72-c/300790_255023644544850_180167118697170_681275_1953214005_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-2280069274733054258</id><published>2011-12-06T19:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T20:34:32.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just wanna let you know.'/><title type='text'>Hell's lifestyle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zyXWH8C2iSE/Tt4LxjH6QII/AAAAAAAAB2E/Z-zDMT6lDFc/s1600/kenny.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: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zyXWH8C2iSE/Tt4LxjH6QII/AAAAAAAAB2E/Z-zDMT6lDFc/s320/kenny.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682992725658058882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kk941dATyAg/Tt4D0FSd5rI/AAAAAAAAB1s/5yjY4z3fmII/s1600/kenny%2B2.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: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kk941dATyAg/Tt4D0FSd5rI/AAAAAAAAB1s/5yjY4z3fmII/s320/kenny%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682983973095859890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-42c05xGEjJc/Tt4Dz69j93I/AAAAAAAAB1g/tzeDKwp5Msg/s1600/kenny%2B3.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: 320px; height: 86px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-42c05xGEjJc/Tt4Dz69j93I/AAAAAAAAB1g/tzeDKwp5Msg/s320/kenny%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682983970323822450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 6th of December. As time passes, people around is getting more mature. But not this friend of mine. So he has oversea fans cus he went all they way to Turkey for vacation and there was like this bunch of Turkey girls asking him for a picture. Like the fuckkk. Okay didn't attempt to curse but they actually thought our dear Kenny Yong Boon Xiong was from Korea. Some K-Pop star. You don't wanna know how long he bragged about it in front of me. Just in front of me. Pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, you know bitchy girls like me, I wouldn't just sit there and listen to him bragging  about his own life. About his popularity. Obviously, I've been waiting for a chance for me to brag about my personal life. Being popular. Bitchy much huh. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since my mum offered us to have tomyam for dinner, so we actually went to this restaurant in DU called Vichuda for dinner. Like right after I took a nap. Basically I look like shit, honestly, shit. My looks was totally fucked up, as usual. But I swear this time was definitely worse than my actual fucked up look. Didn't even bother to comb my hair. To be honest my mum actually suggested me to comb my hair before going out but I didn't seem to bother. I was already swearing while she tried to wake me up for dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.. The main thing was, we went Starbucks and suddenly my friend called me. You don't know how good's the sound system of my phone. It went like..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" LIUH ENN AHH. How ah how ah? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My name, was specified. And this bunch of girl suddenly stared at me. HOKAY. As I hung up. I could here my name. Those girls were discussing about me. At first I'd thoughts like, OMGOSH I'm so cool, see, people around are  interested in me. HOHO. But not after I heard what they said about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" WHOAA, so this is Liuh Enn? Like seriously? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Mhmm, think so.. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" WHY WHY? What's about her? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Thereeee, there's this guy from our school who's interested in her or something. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Omgosh, is he blind or somethinggg?! Even I'm better larr! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they all went like SHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA. So I &lt;b&gt;found&lt;/b&gt; it annoying, but now I &lt;b&gt;find&lt;/b&gt; it funny. Somehow. I'm still taking that as a compliment. In what way? I don't know. That's definitely not a compliment but we must always look at the brighter side, see everything in a positive way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone seems to work during holidays while I'm the only one chilling everyday. The best way to chill is to relax your mind. By relaxing your mind you've to keep yourself calm. I'm practically hyper or over-reactive whenever I'm awake so I the best way to keep myself calm is to. SLEEP. :) I'm always lack of sleep even if I sleep for 24 hours continuosly. Psychologically telling myself that I'm tired no matter what. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the time I'm trying to do my physic's and add math's tuition work. Loads of it. Form 4 is definitely the most screwed up year I'd for the past 16 years. And to be honest that's just like one day before I've tuition. I actually spend much time in watching Dragon Ball, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to go over to kc's house for movie session this coming Thursday. Looking forward to it. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ciao kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-2280069274733054258?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/2280069274733054258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/12/hells-lifestyle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/2280069274733054258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/2280069274733054258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/12/hells-lifestyle.html' title='Hell&apos;s lifestyle.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zyXWH8C2iSE/Tt4LxjH6QII/AAAAAAAAB2E/Z-zDMT6lDFc/s72-c/kenny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-6206804844209062844</id><published>2011-12-05T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T22:59:29.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smooched.'/><title type='text'>Need you now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n29Gqso4CRk/TtzWY-MY8OI/AAAAAAAAB1U/JOlrDMyHVd4/s1600/Af4xnHmCAAEf0Xb.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: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n29Gqso4CRk/TtzWY-MY8OI/AAAAAAAAB1U/JOlrDMyHVd4/s320/Af4xnHmCAAEf0Xb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682652554334892258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went over to friend's house for cooking session. We were supposed to cook together. Supposed. But I didn't know what to cook first and what's next. Like seriously. I don't actually help out at home. I mean no one needs me, and basically I don't fancy doing all these cooking stuffs since I SUCK IN IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had dim sum and went to One Utama to get the ingredients. Did I mention we planned making sushi? Went all the way to Jusco and just stared at the ingredients blankly. I mean, do you expect me to know what are we supposed to get? :/ The only thing I knew was just " LETS GET SEAWEED ". Hokay, you don't actually need seaweed for sushi. You know those salmon sushi are actually without seaweed.  ._. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, since there's a quote saying that &lt;b&gt;you gotta move on no matter what happens&lt;/b&gt;, so we decided to have mushroom carbonara for lunch. Got all the ingredients and went all the way back home. I swear I'd nothing but just staring aside like a boss. Complaining that people suck in cooking and all. That's just the typical me. You can't actually blame me. I tried chopping the mushrooms but I was too scared that the knife might hurt my fingers so I just cut it with my right hand holding the knife while left hand dangling there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was offered if I want baked cheese mushroom carbonara. As in adding cheese on to the carbonara and just put it in the oven for a minute or something. Mhmmm, it turned out to be good actually. Since I wasn't the one who cooked it. Was actually trying to move the carbonara from the bowl to my very own froggy tupperware but I ended up screwing every single thing in the kitchen. No idea why seriously. I just noticed everything around wasn't in place after my carbonara was in the tupperware. Now I know why my mum said it's very unlucky for the guy to have me as his wife. Guess I'll do better next time, somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mir_CEDPs0M/TtzWYjgLYlI/AAAAAAAAB1I/NkB44d_-kc8/s1600/Photo2748.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: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mir_CEDPs0M/TtzWYjgLYlI/AAAAAAAAB1I/NkB44d_-kc8/s320/Photo2748.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682652547170132562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luffy. &amp;lt;3 Cute but hyper. Seriously, it's quite annoying when dogs are too hyper. And also licking people for nothing. Licking non-stop makes it looks pervert and all. Un-cute. But I swear dogs always have a thing towards me, since we're of the same species. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;永遠不回頭,不管路有多長, 黑暗試探我,烈火燃燒我,都要去接受. &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to Kenny Yong for making me getting addicted to oldies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Nights. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-6206804844209062844?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/6206804844209062844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/12/need-you-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/6206804844209062844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/6206804844209062844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/12/need-you-now.html' title='Need you now.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n29Gqso4CRk/TtzWY-MY8OI/AAAAAAAAB1U/JOlrDMyHVd4/s72-c/Af4xnHmCAAEf0Xb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-3405305002937377077</id><published>2011-11-28T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T22:42:47.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stereo Hearts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wdmUXdq1ESo/TtOYqcK3O9I/AAAAAAAAB08/BhS1O12xEog/s1600/bx.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: 261px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wdmUXdq1ESo/TtOYqcK3O9I/AAAAAAAAB08/BhS1O12xEog/s320/bx.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680051409928010706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my best friend, my who went to Turkey for almost 2 weeks, leaving his best friend alone in Malaysia. Talking to him for the past few days non - stop and now he's at his friend's house. Sleepover. Now I'm alone, again. #foreveralone&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-l7-2_CX9s/TtOYpzT7h4I/AAAAAAAAB0w/jcGUPqx41I0/s1600/curl%2B4.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: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-l7-2_CX9s/TtOYpzT7h4I/AAAAAAAAB0w/jcGUPqx41I0/s320/curl%2B4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680051398960187266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K2-xW7TJ3AA/TtOYplzuAkI/AAAAAAAAB0g/d8ND6_pQ0UI/s1600/curl%2B3.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: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K2-xW7TJ3AA/TtOYplzuAkI/AAAAAAAAB0g/d8ND6_pQ0UI/s320/curl%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680051395335422530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uNSI1BQLYCA/TtOYpo0xqOI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/dUmPyz0Gesw/s1600/curl%2B2.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: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uNSI1BQLYCA/TtOYpo0xqOI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/dUmPyz0Gesw/s320/curl%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680051396145162466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TEEHEE. Mum just got me curling machine. Tried curling my hair for the past few days. :) And honestly curling your hair is much harder than straightening it with straightener. Took me so long to even let it curl. And the shape went off so easily somehow. :/ Kenny insulted me for hours without even seeing how it looks like. And another friend of mine totally laughed at me throughout this video conference we had yesterday. Actually I personally think it &lt;b&gt;wasn't thatt bad&lt;/b&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;Kinda emo recently. Don't know whether I'm naturally emo or I purposely think of negative stuffs and got emo. For the past few weeks, we've been spending much time with each other and I actually thought you are a great friend, like seriously great. I don't know it's the feeling of having a best friend, or it's something, a bit different, or even, more than friends? Seriously, I was actually wondering, if I ever cross your mind? Cause for me it happens all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But recently I guess I figured out. You're slowly turning into another best friend of mine. Guess it's better this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ciao kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-3405305002937377077?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/3405305002937377077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-this-is-my-best-friend-my-who-went.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/3405305002937377077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/3405305002937377077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-this-is-my-best-friend-my-who-went.html' title='Stereo Hearts.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wdmUXdq1ESo/TtOYqcK3O9I/AAAAAAAAB08/BhS1O12xEog/s72-c/bx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-8901950900779770267</id><published>2011-11-14T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T00:15:01.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just wanna let you know.'/><title type='text'>Wishes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;At Ipoh. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ACqtCVoq7Ro/TsE88V4wxCI/AAAAAAAABzM/z3Vm7WXDA3o/s320/388373_228077733926676_100001733540008_589402_1394702142_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674884012828574754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--hFgeBbMfzA/TsE88mdoT-I/AAAAAAAABzY/9cMTIKbgsLo/s1600/374131_228072497260533_100001733540008_589357_348162148_n.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: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--hFgeBbMfzA/TsE88mdoT-I/AAAAAAAABzY/9cMTIKbgsLo/s320/374131_228072497260533_100001733540008_589357_348162148_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674884017278177250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Took so long to climb onto the camel. Was it a camel or something else? ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1_F6jeH3CCY/TsE88CwcTMI/AAAAAAAABzE/x-lZKMjwNHc/s1600/392704_228074283927021_100001733540008_589371_2030783072_n.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: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1_F6jeH3CCY/TsE88CwcTMI/AAAAAAAABzE/x-lZKMjwNHc/s320/392704_228074283927021_100001733540008_589371_2030783072_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674884007693405378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uD5tOcVG8_s/TsE8CILMHnI/AAAAAAAAByo/cfBHO4Mo01E/s1600/386047_228073763927073_100001733540008_589367_791248452_n.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: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uD5tOcVG8_s/TsE8CILMHnI/AAAAAAAAByo/cfBHO4Mo01E/s320/386047_228073763927073_100001733540008_589367_791248452_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674883012715355762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ALONE. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MrlRalYYfP0/TsE8B6iW81I/AAAAAAAAByg/d-xBW_aXvVU/s1600/377414_228075423926907_100001733540008_589379_170492574_n.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: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MrlRalYYfP0/TsE8B6iW81I/AAAAAAAAByg/d-xBW_aXvVU/s320/377414_228075423926907_100001733540008_589379_170492574_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674883009054438226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bw2PgOhlK0I/TsE8BlyRGZI/AAAAAAAAByI/deGacVwKirw/s1600/379035_228075650593551_100001733540008_589380_1754627020_n.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: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bw2PgOhlK0I/TsE8BlyRGZI/AAAAAAAAByI/deGacVwKirw/s320/379035_228075650593551_100001733540008_589380_1754627020_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674883003484019090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should spend more time on shopping the next time I go there. :)&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;Kthxbai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-8901950900779770267?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/8901950900779770267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/11/wishes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/8901950900779770267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/8901950900779770267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/11/wishes.html' title='Wishes.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ACqtCVoq7Ro/TsE88V4wxCI/AAAAAAAABzM/z3Vm7WXDA3o/s72-c/388373_228077733926676_100001733540008_589402_1394702142_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-5012283290945063303</id><published>2011-11-12T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T00:37:03.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='written by Liuh Enn'/><title type='text'>Written in The Stars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kq-UQ0LXcng/Tr1I-ddVgRI/AAAAAAAABx8/0jZH6ms5sN0/s1600/264277_2212638077803_1303074989_32697593_7707566_n.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: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kq-UQ0LXcng/Tr1I-ddVgRI/AAAAAAAABx8/0jZH6ms5sN0/s320/264277_2212638077803_1303074989_32697593_7707566_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673771343453454610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I said, karma will slap you before I do. It takes time for karma to strike on you. So don't you think that you're doing fine right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got back my results and found out my position in class today. Sigh, I'm somehow a disgrace to my family. Found the error on the paper since Li Wei took a photo of the paper. Since I didn't go to school today so I couldn't do anything about it. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember those days how I laughed at myself for being cheated. Of how stupid I wrote those blog posts about you. And eventually deleted it. Tsk tsk. I find it somehow childish. I put in so much for our friendship and you didn't actually bother. Every girl has an &lt;b&gt;expiry date&lt;/b&gt;. Honestly, thanks bro, for telling me that. You were the one who made me able to face the fact that even how much I put in for our friendship, I will never get anything in return. Early in the morning you tell me how much you love me and all but 12 hours later you told me that we didn't suit each other and it's better if we remain what we were like back then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I don't remember how I got over it. I was actually here to tell you that, not only every girls has an expiry date, you yourself have it too. Like I said, karma strikes, it's just the matter of time. Well, after 8 months, what are you like right now? Being friendless and all. It's not that I do not want to show you sympathy. It's because you freaking deserve this. You make friends for a reason, you don't show them your sincerity. You need them, you use them, and when you don't need them anymore, you just toss them into the trash without even hesitating. Are you even guilty? Obviously not. Wanna be a rainbow warrior? Go fuck yourself please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've to admit that you don't treat my that badly compared to others. But that doesn't mean you're good to me. You make me realized nothing last forever. Now that your friends leave you, I'm wondering  how do you feel? Pretending to enjoy your life? How does it feel like? Faking a smile when you see your friends hanging out without even call you? Does that feel great? Everyone's leaving you and I don't think you even realize your own mistakes. You're selfish, all you think about is yourself. Everything you do, you want a repay. You love yourself more than you love anyone else. You think the world goes crazy over you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We seriously, did spend much time together last time. And I admit that that was one of the happiest moment in my life. Your jokes, your laugh, how Ceci and I walked all the way to meet you. I truly cherish those days. You walked to 7 eleven just to buy me credit, and I lost it right after you gave it to me. We took care of kids for a day. We took pictures. I don't know how our friendship started to fade away but I'm sure you were one of my good friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;Time passes, I'm still wondering why I bother talking to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ciao kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-5012283290945063303?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/5012283290945063303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/11/written-in-stars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/5012283290945063303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/5012283290945063303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/11/written-in-stars.html' title='Written in The Stars.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kq-UQ0LXcng/Tr1I-ddVgRI/AAAAAAAABx8/0jZH6ms5sN0/s72-c/264277_2212638077803_1303074989_32697593_7707566_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-1599080903301463820</id><published>2011-11-11T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T23:08:49.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kissed by Liuh Enn'/><title type='text'>Forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yO3-fJal5GQ/Tr02gUMWiPI/AAAAAAAABxY/l791tEtYon0/s1600/304314_10150294860757721_552627720_8215659_1033119762_n.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: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yO3-fJal5GQ/Tr02gUMWiPI/AAAAAAAABxY/l791tEtYon0/s320/304314_10150294860757721_552627720_8215659_1033119762_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673751034360924402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This girl just visited my blog and complained that I didn't blog about her. And all I blogged about her was about she being my maid tying my shoe lace. So I shall intro you to my best friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Cecilia Pui Shu Qing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I don't remember since when we became close. All I remember was in form 1 I knew she was a girl who admired my neighbour. TROLOLOL. :p Well, we weren't close at all at that time. Until form 2, we sorta knew each other. But I don't really know what happened. She started to hate me, a lot. And I started to avoid her. Come to think about it, I guess it was because of. TEEHEE. PS guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;In form 3, we both joined marching. That's how we talked to each other again. And how she forced me to get married with her by threatening me to delete me on facebook. That was on May. Our relationship, started on 23rd of May. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Kk, I'm darn lazy to blog about her right now, was actually planning to praise her and stuffs but now she's busying cropping a photo of me and some random dude so. FUCK YEAH CECILIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ciao kids.&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/8625185590977122410-1599080903301463820?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/1599080903301463820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/11/forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/1599080903301463820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/1599080903301463820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/11/forever.html' title='Forever.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yO3-fJal5GQ/Tr02gUMWiPI/AAAAAAAABxY/l791tEtYon0/s72-c/304314_10150294860757721_552627720_8215659_1033119762_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-6776237901657571528</id><published>2011-11-03T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T17:19:18.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liuh Enn just burped'/><title type='text'>Hush hush.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8vzNidfkOg/TrJcR4mVphI/AAAAAAAABwk/qE-ViXXMVt8/s1600/mooo.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: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8vzNidfkOg/TrJcR4mVphI/AAAAAAAABwk/qE-ViXXMVt8/s320/mooo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670696343133595154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Home alone, with my hair dryer. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ciao kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-6776237901657571528?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/6776237901657571528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/11/hush-hush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/6776237901657571528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/6776237901657571528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/11/hush-hush.html' title='Hush hush.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8vzNidfkOg/TrJcR4mVphI/AAAAAAAABwk/qE-ViXXMVt8/s72-c/mooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-1554453593348529052</id><published>2011-10-30T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T10:59:28.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream high.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v5HCAXcTX4c/Tqy9eJS4cuI/AAAAAAAABwY/Meu5jxbx0ZA/s1600/307431_280389638646685_163251197027197_1114483_1219182938_n.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: 320px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v5HCAXcTX4c/Tqy9eJS4cuI/AAAAAAAABwY/Meu5jxbx0ZA/s320/307431_280389638646685_163251197027197_1114483_1219182938_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669114356541453026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more struggling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-1554453593348529052?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/1554453593348529052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/10/dream-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/1554453593348529052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/1554453593348529052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/10/dream-high.html' title='Dream high.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v5HCAXcTX4c/Tqy9eJS4cuI/AAAAAAAABwY/Meu5jxbx0ZA/s72-c/307431_280389638646685_163251197027197_1114483_1219182938_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-1083146066970681709</id><published>2011-10-25T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T02:12:14.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kissed by Liuh Enn'/><title type='text'>Angels.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vs4H9yvqPAk/TqWprioBDqI/AAAAAAAABwA/23tpPstdYyY/s1600/0007_dsc_0408.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: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vs4H9yvqPAk/TqWprioBDqI/AAAAAAAABwA/23tpPstdYyY/s320/0007_dsc_0408.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667122271609753250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, 宋体, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 252, 246); "&gt;&lt;pre id="best-answer-content" class="reply-text mb10" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; zoom: 1; line-height: 22px; "&gt;你就是我的天使 保护著我的天使 从此我再没有忧伤 你就是我的天使 给我快乐的天使 甚至我学会了飞翔 飞过人间的无常 才懂爱才是宝藏 不管世界变得怎么样 只要有你就会是天堂 像孩子依赖著肩膀 像眼泪依赖著脸庞 你就像天使一样 给我依赖给我力量 像诗人依赖著月亮 像海豚依赖海洋 你是天使你是天使 你是我最初和最后的天堂&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-1083146066970681709?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/1083146066970681709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/10/angels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/1083146066970681709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/1083146066970681709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/10/angels.html' title='Angels.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vs4H9yvqPAk/TqWprioBDqI/AAAAAAAABwA/23tpPstdYyY/s72-c/0007_dsc_0408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-25533285044186375</id><published>2011-10-25T01:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T02:13:21.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complains from a bitch.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exam Days by Liuh Enn D:'/><title type='text'>Sorry doesn't turn back time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8-RYYxv9DoE/TqWikiZvvdI/AAAAAAAABvY/5OA2SY9-dbA/s1600/boon%2B4.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: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8-RYYxv9DoE/TqWikiZvvdI/AAAAAAAABvY/5OA2SY9-dbA/s320/boon%2B4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667114454709419474" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OESUNzawDZE/TqWikRmNIyI/AAAAAAAABvQ/KRdBv8jPBKk/s1600/boon.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: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OESUNzawDZE/TqWikRmNIyI/AAAAAAAABvQ/KRdBv8jPBKk/s320/boon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667114450198274850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYxFMQ6KUKo/TqWijJa67rI/AAAAAAAABvI/aEFuvvzmOfQ/s1600/boon%2B2.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: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYxFMQ6KUKo/TqWijJa67rI/AAAAAAAABvI/aEFuvvzmOfQ/s320/boon%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667114430823591602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jzoSAWb-vHU/TqWijHwh7yI/AAAAAAAABu4/di0IlnaiZxk/s320/boon%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667114430377357090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jzoSAWb-vHU/TqWijHwh7yI/AAAAAAAABu4/di0IlnaiZxk/s1600/boon%2B3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This guy's finally back from Singapore. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meet up with him at pasar malam right after he reached home and had his dinner. With Naidy and Wilson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jzoSAWb-vHU/TqWijHwh7yI/AAAAAAAABu4/di0IlnaiZxk/s1600/boon%2B3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PuvpXrum-5c/TqWjVmw5UmI/AAAAAAAABvo/1DzvSoEoqeA/s320/320840_2586752348141_1234528068_33108263_853169474_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667115297693848162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a reason why I keep gaining weight continuously. For these past few months I've been eating non - stop without even thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I eventually gain weight when I'm down. Instead of spending my time emo-ing, I keep eating. Munching food makes me forget about my problems and as I'm full, I go to sleep. I happen to talk a lot about unnecessary lame topics when I'm depressed. I'm different from people. At least I don't remember what was I actually thinking and focus more on some other thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, is one of the toughest night of the year. Eventually fought with a guy that I knew for only 3 weeks. 3 weeks. This is kind of a joke. Sometimes, when people start commenting on a person, you should really take their advice. Or you'll go through a hard way to know more about that person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't actually believe what people tell me. To me, it's not very good to judge a person by his looks and what people tell you about him. Different people have different thoughts towards a person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder why you had to lie. When I already told you I know the truth. So if I don't mention about it, you wouldn't even wanna talk about it. Through out the whole conversation, you keep emphasizing that we're friends. I mean, aren't you thinking too much? Like I said, I was pissed because you lied to me. You fucking cheat on me for nothing. You didn't want to tell me the truth and I had to find out myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you just denied along the whole conversation. Then you apologized. Dude, how you want me to believe you? I was sad not because of what, because you lied. Even Anthony Neely knows that sorry doesn't turn back time. Don't tell me you're sorry. You were the one who think too much. And you were asking me not to think too much? What do you exactly mean? It's just like you're the one who stole the money and you're now accusing me for stealing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I don't think that I should continue talking to you. Despite how nice you treated me last time, I still can't take this shit. Sometimes, I've been asking God, how many more people are going to cheat on me? I've been facing all these problems since starting of the year. I can't take it anymore. I've feelings too. I act as if it doesn't matter, but it really does. I'm getting sick of it. It's enough. If you think creating humans is to see how each of them plays with each others' feelings, I shall tell you, it's not fun, not at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleeping probably helps. It does. And that's the only way I escape from my problems. At least I don't have to face reality. Nights world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ciao kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-25533285044186375?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/25533285044186375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/10/sorry-doesnt-turn-back-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/25533285044186375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/25533285044186375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/10/sorry-doesnt-turn-back-time.html' title='Sorry doesn&apos;t turn back time.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8-RYYxv9DoE/TqWikiZvvdI/AAAAAAAABvY/5OA2SY9-dbA/s72-c/boon%2B4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-7038492374941500275</id><published>2011-10-07T16:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T16:44:42.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just wanna let you know.'/><title type='text'>Voices.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zOVJNx813dg/To67CD-oz6I/AAAAAAAABuk/Gqgj-gEXFWM/s1600/cats.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: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zOVJNx813dg/To67CD-oz6I/AAAAAAAABuk/Gqgj-gEXFWM/s320/cats.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660667425753452450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;[ Click on the image to have a better view of the conversation. ]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how lifeless I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moral value learnt : Don't easily believe on strangers. Especially when they give you their details and tell you you're hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Signing off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-7038492374941500275?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/7038492374941500275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/10/voices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/7038492374941500275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/7038492374941500275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/10/voices.html' title='Voices.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zOVJNx813dg/To67CD-oz6I/AAAAAAAABuk/Gqgj-gEXFWM/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-6616205480221390383</id><published>2011-10-07T15:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T16:33:37.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liuh Enn just farted.'/><title type='text'>Untouchable Dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-On6rt2D6TZ4/To6vGrdoTcI/AAAAAAAABuc/MGBWnsGQ1oE/s1600/3676223822_5c1c719d75_o.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: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-On6rt2D6TZ4/To6vGrdoTcI/AAAAAAAABuc/MGBWnsGQ1oE/s320/3676223822_5c1c719d75_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660654310932368834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 more days to finals but I don't actually have the mood to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm giving you a chance, to at least apologize to me. If you're asking what is it for, then it's better if you don't apologize anyway. If you're making me speak to you first, please, dream on. This is going to bruise my ego, &lt;b&gt;badly&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in fact, I know I want to talk to you. I was actually thinking of how to start a topic with you for the past few days. But you know, I can't do this. My ego has been asking me not to think about it. When I don't react on something, it doesn't mean that I don't care. Caring, starts from one's actions, but it doesn't really exist and work on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been thinking what to answer you when you apologize, to insult you, or to forgive you completely. But you didn't even bother to talk to me, so I guess you don't remember my existence. Sometimes, I pray to God, that you can actually talk to me, soon. But God seems to be quite busy nowadays, hence He didn't received my prayers. Well, that doesn't really matter actually. Just hope that you'll think of it and talk to me about it.&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;Sometimes, I wonder, great people must have fear of something too. For me, there are things that I'm afraid of. Darkness and ghost. They just appear at the same time. When there's darkness, there surely is ghost. That's what I think. You might be fantasized that someone who bullshit so much is afraid of these things. I'm not saying this to get attention, nor being lack of attention. I'm just speaking about the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darkness, is completely scary to me. Since I can hardly see anything in front of me, and I won't know what's going to appear in front of me anytime. Then at this moment, I might as well think that ghosts are going to scare the shit out of me. I don't know. Maybe my imagination is wild. But I used to think that there's surely someone around me when I'm sleeping, alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was young, I told my dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;" Papa, what if the ghost come and look after me? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;" I'll definitely catch 'em all! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normal kids would believe and sleep soundly after that. But I'm different, I think it's more of a bullshit if my dad's able to catch the ghost. More like he'll just stare at ghost and got scared to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every night, when I wanna pee so badly, I control. I refrain myself from thinking about all these. Pee, shit, whatever. Back then, when I wanna pee in the middle of the night, I would tell my dad about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;" *shakes my dad* shishi, shishi. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I grabbed my dad along with me to pee. I wouldn't bother if he's going to see my.. Private part? I was still, young. And my dad wouldn't even bother to look at me because he was so damn sleepy. I'll just sit on the toilet bowl and lay my had on my dad's lap since he's sitting next to me. Well, I ended up sleeping after I peed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then as I gained my consciousness, I ran all the way back to my bed and sleep without bothering my dad. I didn't bother telling him I was actually done. I didn't even bother to flush the toilet. And he's left alone, in the freaking dark toilet. Come to think about it, how &lt;b&gt;filial&lt;/b&gt; I was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nowadays, I still face the same problem. Whenever I go to all the hotel, I keep wondering if there's something creepy happened there before. When I'm about to open the cabinet, drawer, etc. I tell myself there might be things like &lt;i&gt;hair, a knife full of blood or even dead body&lt;/i&gt; in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few weeks ago when my family and I went back to our hometown, we stayed in the hotel. After years, I can never overcome my fear towards darkness, especially when I'm unfamiliar with that place. Then the same thing happened, I felt an urge to pee in the midnight, and I decided to wake my dad up since my mum wouldn't wake up just because of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I on all the lights in the room, and made my dad walk me to the loo. This time, my dad rejected me, he didn't want to go in the toilet with me. So I guessed he should be standing outside waiting for me. I peed, feeling safe when I thought my dad was standing outside. After I was done, I noticed there was no one outside and I started to fear. Then I saw my dad comfortably lying on the bed. And I had to off all the lights and walked back to the bed, &lt;b&gt;alone&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, in life, you need others help. But they can never help you, forever. You need to learn to overcome your fear. Even now I'm fear of dark, I tell myself I'm not. In that case, my brain system control my body movements and I won't be scared to walk alone in the dark. You can't rely on others for your entire life. Baby birds need to learn how to fly, they can't be waiting for their mother to feed them for the rest of their life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't be a bubble, that &lt;i&gt;pops easily once someone touches i&lt;/i&gt;t. Don't give up even if you fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ciao kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-6616205480221390383?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/6616205480221390383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/10/untouchable-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/6616205480221390383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/6616205480221390383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/10/untouchable-dream.html' title='Untouchable Dream.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-On6rt2D6TZ4/To6vGrdoTcI/AAAAAAAABuc/MGBWnsGQ1oE/s72-c/3676223822_5c1c719d75_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-8996960824768843743</id><published>2011-10-06T19:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T22:03:51.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just wanna let you know.'/><title type='text'>Your expectations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rQOHvwQ7ZCY/To2N-NLIgcI/AAAAAAAABtU/v4V8O_CyMis/s1600/tumblr_ks6ratikKa1qzeh8no1_400%2B%25281%2529.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: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rQOHvwQ7ZCY/To2N-NLIgcI/AAAAAAAABtU/v4V8O_CyMis/s320/tumblr_ks6ratikKa1qzeh8no1_400%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660336406502343106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't actually remember I've a blog. After so long, I decided to blog again. More like complaining about my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was questioned, by Cecilia. How many guys do you like for the past 4 years. I've been thinking, really hard, asking myself, what's the exact amount. It took me so long to actually answer her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"2. I think? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She seemed amused. Not exactly amused. More like, amazed? I don't easily fall for people. Even if all the guys are gravity, I'm the only apple hanging on the tree, not willing to drop down. Even until it rots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a guy, that actually seen a girl once. He told her that he fell for her. But she's unwilling to accept the fact. You know why? Cus love at the first sight doesn't exist in reality. Love at the first sight is just falling for that person's looks. In reality, you've to be more realistic. You don't fall for only looks. You can't live with someone with just looks. You can never score well in your exams just because you've looks. You can't actually get a job with your looks when you can't even spell the word 'ball'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks isn't everything. People seem amazed when I tell them I'm single and I don't like anyone. They're not exactly amazed, but they thought I was lying. It takes years for me to like someone. Speaking of love and relationship, you need to learn to trust each other before that. I was wondering, when was the last time I truly trust someone, fully. This question, never come to an end. Cus whenever I start trusting someone, that particular person will lose my trust, just by small little actions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know. Maybe I suit more to be single, or maybe I am actually trying hard to not get myself into a proper relationship. Who knows what the answer is exactly like. Only God knows. When you choose not to trust others, others start leaving you. Then you live in your own world. That's how people suffer from depression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We look down on others. Just as we heard from our friends that this girl had sex before, at this age, we start having thoughts that she's slutty, bitchy and disgusting. But sometimes, our actions towards others are even worse than that. We didn't actually bother to notice. Somehow, some people think that they're perfectly perfect. Whatever they do are respected by others. They speak vulgarly, insult others without bothering their feelings, gossip about their friends, cheat on their partners, having more than one relationship, and they aren't ashamed of themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They never know, there's actually no difference between doing all those things that I mentioned above and a girl who had sex when she's underage. People don't feel guilty, they only start feeling guilty when they hurt that person so badly till that person commit suicide because of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, you need to know, what you're thinking isn't true. At times, you know you're falling for that person, you've feelings for him, but your mind tells you it's wrong. Just wrong. That's when you need to control yourself. Refrain yourself from continuing even a friendship with him. The earlier this relationshit ends, the less you suffer. When time passes, you slowly forget, life's just simple as that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you don't even know how to love your familly, don't even bother telling me you're currently falling in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ciao kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-8996960824768843743?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/8996960824768843743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/10/your-expectations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/8996960824768843743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/8996960824768843743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/10/your-expectations.html' title='Your expectations.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rQOHvwQ7ZCY/To2N-NLIgcI/AAAAAAAABtU/v4V8O_CyMis/s72-c/tumblr_ks6ratikKa1qzeh8no1_400%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-5058186002148962261</id><published>2011-06-22T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T20:59:19.032+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liuh Enn just burped'/><title type='text'>The deer drinking the beer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Live the life you imagined. Sometimes, quote like this just doesn't make sense. Now everyone notices that I've this imaginary sickness. Sigh. Guess they just don't understand what is it like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean having such sickness is somehow a good thing. *wink wink* ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, has anyone tell you that a carefree person can just eat non-stop. Free from troubles and worries. Everyday is just a happy day. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Esquire Kitchen! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CnYMbLeDwzQ/TgHPHx3eh9I/AAAAAAAABs8/DWZiE4y3PHw/s1600/Photo2080.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: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CnYMbLeDwzQ/TgHPHx3eh9I/AAAAAAAABs8/DWZiE4y3PHw/s320/Photo2080.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621001542487148498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear I figure out the reason why my wallet's always empty. AIYO. But my stomach's always full. So it doesn't matter if my wallet's empty since my tummy is my everything. Not gonna mention about my spare tyre. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--GV4xMNccjw/TgHPHrx8oJI/AAAAAAAABs0/_PH8_hlNCow/s1600/Photo2079.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: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--GV4xMNccjw/TgHPHrx8oJI/AAAAAAAABs0/_PH8_hlNCow/s320/Photo2079.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621001540853342354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and the Indonesian maid I just hired few days back. Tying my shoe lace has been one of thing she has to do. Frequently. Basically I don't pay her, her salary = &lt;b&gt;my lame jokes&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bor4nvaTI80/TgHPHUdLxVI/AAAAAAAABss/-cNE47dk1V4/s1600/Photo2077.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: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bor4nvaTI80/TgHPHUdLxVI/AAAAAAAABss/-cNE47dk1V4/s320/Photo2077.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621001534592238930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the boyfriend! :) :) :) HAIYO, this boi boi so kewl, why no one likes him ah? Took his umbrella from the locker without returning. What a good friend I am. KUAH LI WEI, I shall put it back to the locker. When I remember to. ._.&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iq9VTQuhv9c/TgHPHBE0F4I/AAAAAAAABsk/QUPgP0uqynY/s1600/DSC01464.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: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iq9VTQuhv9c/TgHPHBE0F4I/AAAAAAAABsk/QUPgP0uqynY/s320/DSC01464.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621001529389750146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-clFjKYEdpRc/TgHPGx5aVWI/AAAAAAAABsc/-SHiWYkr3_o/s1600/DSC01454.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: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-clFjKYEdpRc/TgHPGx5aVWI/AAAAAAAABsc/-SHiWYkr3_o/s320/DSC01454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621001525315392866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only we could rewind time. Kidz Park was heaven. For kids like Joyce and I. Never thought that we'll take a ride of Ferris Wheel. You know those mini versions one. HAHAHA. The ride was kinda short and we were kinda nervous. *shy* Almost 16 but still got hyper over things like that. Kinda, unacceptable? :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;Next Monday's open day and I don't even feel like asking my parents to go to school. My results was, bad. Throughout the years, this time was the worse. But guess I couldn't really blame anyone. I didn't work hard and it's impossible I score well right? Parents started complaining about my grades deteriorating and all I can do is just to keep quiet. It's a great disappointment to myself. I didn't really expect much for my results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to mention that I spend most of my time in school. Laughing. Damn, I mean those people sitting around me are sick like some freaking horny bastards. Try sitting there and tell me how can you focus on your studies. Everyday they tell you horny jokes and expect you to laugh like mad. Act like some gangster wannabee. If you can focus, I'll lick your shoes. Shoes with shits on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I just think that assholes are being unfair. They are trying to be picky on me, but when it comes to the others. They just nag for a short moment and everything comes to an end. When I'm the one who's causing or having problems, they just scolded me without even asking what had happened. I mean come on, at least grow some brains. I'm not born to be scolded for nothing, it's okay if I'm wrong, people do mistakes, but at least understand my situation before you even wanna speak out. Everyone has god damn feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't wanna curse or whatever. At least respect me for who I am. If you don't bother to ask me what happened then don't bother to even talk to me. Just so simple. Guess you kiddos won't see this so yeahh. Ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Kthxbai. :)&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/8625185590977122410-5058186002148962261?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/5058186002148962261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/06/deer-drinking-beer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/5058186002148962261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/5058186002148962261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/06/deer-drinking-beer.html' title='The deer drinking the beer.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CnYMbLeDwzQ/TgHPHx3eh9I/AAAAAAAABs8/DWZiE4y3PHw/s72-c/Photo2080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-1704688203321981261</id><published>2011-06-06T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T18:18:33.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smooched.'/><title type='text'>Never never say never.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's been so long, since I've last updated my blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I've nothing much to blog about. But just, you know, I found my ideal guy. Of my life. Though it's a bit possible for us to get acquainted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, whatever. Still, in life, nothing is impossible, so yeah, who knows one day we'll get to know each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So meet the hottest  Chinese model - &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Peer Zhu Zi Xiao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4-9Xkd_jS4/TeyoLoepOvI/AAAAAAAABsM/vkPghRbEnMw/s1600/5a5989aet7ac765aaf83d%2526690.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: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4-9Xkd_jS4/TeyoLoepOvI/AAAAAAAABsM/vkPghRbEnMw/s320/5a5989aet7ac765aaf83d%2526690.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615047753222142706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_lvGrNb7T_k/TeyoLeY8fwI/AAAAAAAABsE/3WZmQIR2Vag/s1600/5a5989aet86dc7e112c10%2526690.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: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_lvGrNb7T_k/TeyoLeY8fwI/AAAAAAAABsE/3WZmQIR2Vag/s320/5a5989aet86dc7e112c10%2526690.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615047750513884930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n-p3yhyUlVY/TeyoLVUQIiI/AAAAAAAABr8/Ry4q8bNSUGQ/s1600/5a5989aet5a000aa9fd63.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: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n-p3yhyUlVY/TeyoLVUQIiI/AAAAAAAABr8/Ry4q8bNSUGQ/s320/5a5989aet5a000aa9fd63.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615047748078281250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dkxD8Ua-yQ0/TeyoLLvHTNI/AAAAAAAABr0/LyChirM6afg/s1600/5a5989aet6f721f49b0ce.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: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dkxD8Ua-yQ0/TeyoLLvHTNI/AAAAAAAABr0/LyChirM6afg/s320/5a5989aet6f721f49b0ce.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615047745506594002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rnPzsEm4wyg/TeyoK-75zaI/AAAAAAAABrs/bfbqQ4CgQmQ/s1600/5a5989aet6f665f1c1dc1.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: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rnPzsEm4wyg/TeyoK-75zaI/AAAAAAAABrs/bfbqQ4CgQmQ/s320/5a5989aet6f665f1c1dc1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615047742070574498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omfg, why is he so cute in EVERY WAY? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ciao kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-1704688203321981261?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/1704688203321981261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/06/never-never-say-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/1704688203321981261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/1704688203321981261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/06/never-never-say-never.html' title='Never never say never.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4-9Xkd_jS4/TeyoLoepOvI/AAAAAAAABsM/vkPghRbEnMw/s72-c/5a5989aet7ac765aaf83d%2526690.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-5603864779634533823</id><published>2011-05-02T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T21:43:38.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kissed by Liuh Enn'/><title type='text'>What's more?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gvzMw_ajtnU/Tb60uMd_eaI/AAAAAAAABrY/MuHVkaobT5c/s1600/candycanes2cp-1.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: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gvzMw_ajtnU/Tb60uMd_eaI/AAAAAAAABrY/MuHVkaobT5c/s320/candycanes2cp-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602113692209478050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When will I be the only one shining in the dull?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess that'll never happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 more week to exam and I haven't even get  myself prepared. No fear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Kthxbai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-5603864779634533823?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/5603864779634533823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/05/whats-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/5603864779634533823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/5603864779634533823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/05/whats-more.html' title='What&apos;s more?'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gvzMw_ajtnU/Tb60uMd_eaI/AAAAAAAABrY/MuHVkaobT5c/s72-c/candycanes2cp-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-3440734980873941468</id><published>2011-04-26T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T13:39:25.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liuh Enn just burped'/><title type='text'>CHAOS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FtR7_QR07OU/TbZYYPBUxUI/AAAAAAAABrQ/liPwMP7iIno/s1600/domokun.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FtR7_QR07OU/TbZYYPBUxUI/AAAAAAAABrQ/liPwMP7iIno/s320/domokun.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599760360053982530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a promise, that I won't tear for nothing. But sometimes, things are uncontrollable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just not good enough after all. What's said had been said. To believe or not, it's your choice. But before you speak, at least look in the mirror, what are you like when you speak about others. If you do think you look better when you're speaking about others, go on. Or, plastic surgery is also a good suggestion for you and your future. But at least remember, one screwed up face cannot be any better even how you undergo plastic surgery. Because what humans see isn't only your physical appearance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're born to be a loser, please be one. But always learn to be different, be a fighter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Cheeyaoo! Kthxbai. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-3440734980873941468?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/3440734980873941468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/04/chaos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/3440734980873941468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/3440734980873941468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/04/chaos.html' title='CHAOS.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FtR7_QR07OU/TbZYYPBUxUI/AAAAAAAABrQ/liPwMP7iIno/s72-c/domokun.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-2901323531968425093</id><published>2011-04-02T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T22:40:46.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kissed by Liuh Enn'/><title type='text'>Faraway.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i6FphW4iU54/TZczCamSwaI/AAAAAAAABqw/H08NnK7BEII/s320/pepet.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 108px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590993578996449698" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And if you ever wonder who asked me this, okay, I'm telling you, it's my best friend Cecilia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was wondering if she has a thing for petpet. I mean, yeah, being sick, being not so sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eMtSy3Pl_lI/TZczCWPCmTI/AAAAAAAABq4/3yqMwg7JJuM/s1600/christinaaaaa.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: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eMtSy3Pl_lI/TZczCWPCmTI/AAAAAAAABq4/3yqMwg7JJuM/s320/christinaaaaa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590993577825179954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I randomly found this. Not too long ago. &amp;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;Ugh, momma went back to hometown for Ching Ming, and I'm all alone doing my homeowork. :( Don't really understand Add Math and Physics. !@#$%^&amp;amp;*( Basically I tried to solve the questions, but FAILED. Reference books are just, too useless for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just going to say, SHOPPING ISH SHO ADDICTIVE. It's like the best thing you can ever do in your life, spending your money over clothes and stuffs. Ahhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I got myself a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; red&lt;/span&gt; dress. For Leo's I.U day. This top. I just can't explain how it looks like. And also owl necklace and a camera necklace. Gahhh. Going out again with Cecilia tomorrow. Running out of $$. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was wondering why do I've orgasm whenever I see you. lolololololol.&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;JOKING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, after so many things you've done, I still think, you're quite the, irresistible. Is it me having eyesight problem, or is it heartache or something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Kthxbai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-2901323531968425093?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/2901323531968425093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/04/faraway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/2901323531968425093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/2901323531968425093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/04/faraway.html' title='Faraway.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i6FphW4iU54/TZczCamSwaI/AAAAAAAABqw/H08NnK7BEII/s72-c/pepet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-1170917730329789265</id><published>2011-03-19T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T18:32:52.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kissed by Liuh Enn'/><title type='text'>Acupuncture on a heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LkDvsRI7Qdk/TYR-gqx1GVI/AAAAAAAABqo/jZDZDAehXAI/s1600/Pasar%2Bmalam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LkDvsRI7Qdk/TYR-gqx1GVI/AAAAAAAABqo/jZDZDAehXAI/s320/Pasar%2Bmalam.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585728537550461266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm totally the opposite of Eminem, because I'm afraid, to even take a step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The path is getting shorter? Or is it the bad weather blocking my view? I can't run because of the midst. I don't want to slip and fall. I don't see my future. 78 days wasted on nothing. How I started 2011, and this is how I'm going to end all these things by today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust me, even I myself think I'm being weird recently. It's not easy to change, but I will. I'm sorry if my attitude has been bothering you recently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just in 78 days, I know I am one who can never believe in love stories, I know there aren't happy ending in every of them. There are, they were all found in story books. But in real life, screw that. That can never happen. Or maybe it actually does, definitely not on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no happy ending, just like Little Mermaid, the ending was like how she killed herself for that dude, something like that. She turned into bubbles in the sea. She didn't want to stab the knife into the prince, even if the prince didn't know what was happening. The prince didn't even bother if she's dead in the end. He was with another freaking princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not trying to tell you that's what I am like. Sorry but I will surely stab a knife into someone heartless. But in reality, I can't be doing that cus I might be caught for doing so. Sometimes, wishing that acid rain dripping all over your body isn't a bad idea. Who knows maybe you get skin cancer, or all your hair starts dropping, you turn bald one day. Perhaps, when you're out of your house, walking alone, the wind starts blowing, OH NO, it's the wind bringing along the radioactive shitz blah from Japan. IT'S CANCEROUS. You might as well get CANCER. How sad of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sweetest revenge is to live happily, I want to let you readers know, it's not easy to move in to one's heart, but it's even harder to move out of it, and move on. Impossible, itself contains the word I'm possible. Well, impossible is nothing. Why not just lead a happy life, instead of emoing and thinking about the same person all day long and rot? No one bothers, just like the prince in Little Mermaid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There isn't anyone will pick you up of the ground if you fall or stumble down. You need to accept the fact that everyone has their own problems, they are stingy, even when it comes to lending you a god damn hand when you're in trouble. When you're in pain, they are only there to see you suffer, the most they can do is just to console you. But most of us don't need it, learn to fucking climb up yourself. Why do you bother holding a hand that wants to let go of you so much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For yesterday, the day before yesterday, the past one week, the past one month, and more. I was being someone who isn't me. I just needed extra attentions those days. But now, no more. I just want to be who I am. &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;To this girl who actually talked to me, I just want to let you know, it's not worth your time. You might not be reading this, that's why I'm writing this. Okay you were totally telling me shitz. What you're trying to tell me is, he isn't the right soul mate, or partner, but you're willing to wait for him. Because you're waiting for &lt;b&gt;miracle&lt;/b&gt; to happen? Damn, this isn't Prodi-G, no one's gonna sing you Miracle. Sadly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your whole point is telling me that you're in it, politely, indirectly asking me to back off. I mean, being honest, I'm not in it, so there's no where for me to back off. But sometimes, you just don't have to be so obsessed you know. Cus what the guy and his friends think about you, is just you being a weirdo, so obsessed towards a guy who broke your heart. Ask yourself, is it worth it? The guy you're waiting for, isn't even like the prince in Little Mermaid, because he's totally one useless dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since you're telling me, I'm telling you. The more you're doing, the more he will never appreciate you, because he's much of an asshole. Why trying so hard? AIYO. You've the looks, you're scared that no one wants you? You don't see a long queue of guys queuing up, waitinng for their turns, but you only see one guy in the middle of the stage, dancing gracefully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half glass full, half glass empty, it's your choice, you choose to see them yourself. I can't make the choice for you. Everyone's different, you're definitely a different one.&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;It's not being bitchy or not, but you need to accept the fact that, everyone has an evil side, learn to use the evil side wisely, or your ending will be exactly like the main actress in Black Swan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Kthxbai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-1170917730329789265?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/1170917730329789265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/03/acupuncture-on-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/1170917730329789265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/1170917730329789265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/03/acupuncture-on-heart.html' title='Acupuncture on a heart.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LkDvsRI7Qdk/TYR-gqx1GVI/AAAAAAAABqo/jZDZDAehXAI/s72-c/Pasar%2Bmalam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-2984831583854483305</id><published>2011-03-13T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T00:41:04.809+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just wanna let you know.'/><title type='text'>Hero.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dAeUQ1VhtjM/TX47gGvcWJI/AAAAAAAABqI/HnLXkMCSXrQ/s1600/Photo1621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dAeUQ1VhtjM/TX47gGvcWJI/AAAAAAAABqI/HnLXkMCSXrQ/s320/Photo1621.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583966010737449106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can take, my breath away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing can stop me from being a happy kid. Homeworks, shits, personal problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie worldd. Life in plastic, it's so fantastic. &lt;/i&gt;Sometimes, it's better to a Barbie, you wouldn't have so much of worries, you just need to wait for someone to dress you up. You smile, you dress up nicely, or maybe some freaking horny bastard who leave you naked,  you wear heels, like a perfect little girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The feelings fade, we slowly turn to best friend, just that we didn't notice that we're going through this process.  Now would you die, for the one you love? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hold me in your arms tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Kthxbai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-2984831583854483305?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/2984831583854483305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/03/hero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/2984831583854483305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/2984831583854483305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/03/hero.html' title='Hero.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dAeUQ1VhtjM/TX47gGvcWJI/AAAAAAAABqI/HnLXkMCSXrQ/s72-c/Photo1621.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-2228152344982290730</id><published>2011-03-10T16:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T16:38:10.763+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liuh Enn just burped'/><title type='text'>Donde Estan Corazon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tvopA9z7JrU/TXiMovBc3kI/AAAAAAAABqA/6i_5dEyG2sQ/s1600/couple-on-beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tvopA9z7JrU/TXiMovBc3kI/AAAAAAAABqA/6i_5dEyG2sQ/s320/couple-on-beach.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582366369570938434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A donde Fue El Pasado Que No Volverá&lt;br /&gt;A donde Fue Tu Risa Que Me Hizo Volar&lt;br /&gt;Donde Quedo La Llave De Nuestra Ilusión&lt;br /&gt;A donde La Alegría De Tu Corazon&lt;br /&gt;Y Se Va Como Todo Se Va&lt;br /&gt;Como El Agua Del Rio Hacia El Mar&lt;br /&gt;Y Se Va Como Todo Se Va…&lt;br /&gt;El Tiempo Que Paso Y No Supe Ver&lt;br /&gt;Las Horas Que Ya No Quieren Volver&lt;br /&gt;Donde Estan…Donde Estan Corazon&lt;br /&gt;Los Dias Que Sabiamos Amar&lt;br /&gt;La Brisa Que Llegaba Desde El Mar&lt;br /&gt;Donde Estan…Donde Estan Corazon&lt;br /&gt;A donde Fue Tu Cara De Felicidad&lt;br /&gt;A donde Estan Los Besos Que Supimos Dar&lt;br /&gt;Donde Quedo El Pasado Que No Volverá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los Dias Que Vivimos En Cualquier Lugar&lt;br /&gt;Y Se Va Como Todo Se Va&lt;br /&gt;Como El Agua Del Rio Hacia El Mar&lt;br /&gt;Y Se Va Como Todo Se Va&lt;br /&gt;El Tiempo Que Paso Y No Supe Ver&lt;br /&gt;Las Horas Que Ya No Quieren Volver&lt;br /&gt;Donde Estan…Donde Estan Corazon&lt;br /&gt;Los Dias Que Sabiamos Amar&lt;br /&gt;La Brisa Que Llegaba Desde El Mar&lt;br /&gt;Donde Estan…Donde Estan Corazon&lt;br /&gt;El Tiempo Que Paso Y No Supe Ver&lt;br /&gt;Las Horas Que Ya No Quieren Volver&lt;br /&gt;Donde Estan…Donde Estan Corazon&lt;br /&gt;Los Dias Que Sabiamos Amar&lt;br /&gt;La Brisa Que Llegaba Desde El Mar&lt;br /&gt;Donde Estan…Donde Estan Corazon&lt;br /&gt;Donde Estan…Donde Estan Corazon&lt;br /&gt;Donde Estan…Donde Estan Corazon&lt;br /&gt;Donde Estan…Donde Estan Corazon..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Kthxbai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div id="gt-ft" style="width: 983px; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-2228152344982290730?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/2228152344982290730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/03/donde-estan-corazon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/2228152344982290730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/2228152344982290730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/03/donde-estan-corazon.html' title='Donde Estan Corazon'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tvopA9z7JrU/TXiMovBc3kI/AAAAAAAABqA/6i_5dEyG2sQ/s72-c/couple-on-beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-5436980591124093597</id><published>2011-02-11T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T12:30:28.506+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complains from a bitch.'/><title type='text'>Red Devils?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQMOWG5Ki08/TVa9ke_3VdI/AAAAAAAABnQ/kQN0xqsm_sY/s1600/Fernando-Torres-Liverpool-Chelsea-Champions-L_2131689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQMOWG5Ki08/TVa9ke_3VdI/AAAAAAAABnQ/kQN0xqsm_sY/s320/Fernando-Torres-Liverpool-Chelsea-Champions-L_2131689.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572850023411439058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SDn3jnh5hNk/TVa9kPMu_1I/AAAAAAAABnI/qgDcYh4lhwk/s1600/torres-the-blue2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SDn3jnh5hNk/TVa9kPMu_1I/AAAAAAAABnI/qgDcYh4lhwk/s320/torres-the-blue2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572850019170451282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, you're trying hard to promote Chelsea? Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay fine, I'm kinda. _|_ at Torres for transferring to Chelsea. And yeahh, Liverpool actually owned Chelsea on that day. Which was totally (Y). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rpXMHhBJJeU/TVa9j3qb6gI/AAAAAAAABnA/DalGA4rwmwA/s1600/steven_gerrard_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rpXMHhBJJeU/TVa9j3qb6gI/AAAAAAAABnA/DalGA4rwmwA/s320/steven_gerrard_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572850012852578818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gerrard will still be the best! Forever and always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm in the PMS mood, again. Okayy, so much to complain. About few person. I shall start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay boi boi, I actually felt somehow sorreh to call you son of a bitch. Because I totally insulted your mother. I mean there's nothing to do with your mother. I bet she taught you to behave and control yourself when you were young right? Are you like, too stupid to understand? Or something? Oh no no, I forgot that you are a smart boy. AWWWW. I was going to tell you, get your facts right when you trying to 'confront' me or shitz. And stop insulting all the hard works my friend and I have done. Cus you did NOTHING. You don't have the rights to criticize. When a girl trying to be nice to you, appreciates it, because there won't be another time. I feel so sorry for insulting you when you don't know how to reply me and actually told me something irrelevant to the topic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You need to know what's the reason I don't want to insult you that much. First, I know how to control my feelings. Secondly, I got a life. Third, it doesn't feel right when you're getting pissed off at a dog. That's just not right. Fourth, I got a life. DUDE, GET A LIFE PLEASE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh well, the second person I'm going to talk abt. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ahhh, I don't exactly dislike you. But yeahh, you're kinda weird. I don't think you'll most probably find out that I'm talking abt you right now. I just need to share my feelings. I don't dare and will not tell anyone abt us. Whenever I talk to you, you pretend that you're listening and just gave me a simple reply. Okay, at least you replied me, LAST TIME. Now, you just pretend that you didn't hear me, and continue talking to your friends. I can bear with you for a few times, but not everytime. You tried so hard showing that you're serious and all. I mean for God's sake. Whatthehell? I am always there for you, but when I needed you, you just leave, without even bothering my feelings. I know we aren't that close, but at least I give a shit in our friendship. I was hoping that you'll change, but you didn't. I actually bother to listen to your stories even I don't like 'em, and I give a damn to ask you why are you so emo and all, but you just treat me like a piece of shit. THANKS TO YOU, I'M STARTING TO DISLIKE MYSELF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And lastly you and youu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, posting that I dislike all these ppl just made myself bitchy. I mean no one bothers reading it. So who cares. Ahh, so you did all these just to make me feel bad and all? Lying to me that you like me and now you don't. Making your friends think I'm a bitch who plays around with you? I'm not going too detail cus you'll most probably read this. Seriously, I know what you're thinking. Exactly what are you thinking right now. You're too sweet, that I will most probably get diabetes. I know what's right for me. I need more water to neutralise myself, not to sweet. My body isn't in a good condition and I don't want to take too much of highly sugar content food to kill myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just need somebody to love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The freaking seniors who told me that I'm supposed to get into a relationship when I'm in 16 because it's a honeymoon year. I somehow turn kinda desperate for one after what they told me. Bad influenced. But did I tell you that I'm in fact, interested to girls more than guys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Guess I'm going to flirt&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;with my bio text book and also my chemistry reference book later.&lt;i&gt; Sad life I'm having here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So much for today, ciao. xx&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-5436980591124093597?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/5436980591124093597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/02/red-devils.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/5436980591124093597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/5436980591124093597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/02/red-devils.html' title='Red Devils?'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQMOWG5Ki08/TVa9ke_3VdI/AAAAAAAABnQ/kQN0xqsm_sY/s72-c/Fernando-Torres-Liverpool-Chelsea-Champions-L_2131689.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-2196286623884472832</id><published>2011-02-08T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T12:30:49.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='written by Liuh Enn'/><title type='text'>The apples on the tree, that will never drop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_JIRUstXQwY/TVaggeB8eEI/AAAAAAAABmo/3b7bsAvAeGs/s320/Photo1432.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572818068595046466" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p8zH7ofAvps/TVaggPe74wI/AAAAAAAABmg/ECpWNEs_D9k/s320/Photo1431.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572818064690111234" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My very the desperate look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm, kinda fed up of my life. I wanna sleep forever. = die?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ugh. Can somebody kill me? Like, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tsEyyMumIeQ/TVajIL7ZXHI/AAAAAAAABmw/o195c6rTIzw/s320/sam.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 157px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572820949953764466" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SAM TSUI IS DA BOMB! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Okay, forget about dying. I need to at least meet Sam Tsui in real life before I die. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ciaoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/8625185590977122410-2196286623884472832?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/2196286623884472832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/02/apples-on-tree-that-will-never-drop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/2196286623884472832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/2196286623884472832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/02/apples-on-tree-that-will-never-drop.html' title='The apples on the tree, that will never drop.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_JIRUstXQwY/TVaggeB8eEI/AAAAAAAABmo/3b7bsAvAeGs/s72-c/Photo1432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-7395319536486335050</id><published>2011-01-25T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T22:09:34.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spongebobing'/><title type='text'>REOWRRRRR.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TT7YrGnbWqI/AAAAAAAABl0/8q_prPPsfXA/s1600/Spongebob-Happy-spongebob-squarepants-154897_338_432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TT7YrGnbWqI/AAAAAAAABl0/8q_prPPsfXA/s320/Spongebob-Happy-spongebob-squarepants-154897_338_432.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566124424498469538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heeheehee. :D &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt as cute as Spongeboob. Ehehehe. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Bai. xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-7395319536486335050?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/7395319536486335050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/01/reowrrrrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/7395319536486335050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/7395319536486335050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/01/reowrrrrr.html' title='REOWRRRRR.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TT7YrGnbWqI/AAAAAAAABl0/8q_prPPsfXA/s72-c/Spongebob-Happy-spongebob-squarepants-154897_338_432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-7119441639693193496</id><published>2011-01-23T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T17:11:18.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smooched.'/><title type='text'>If I had you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TTvvrpDzx3I/AAAAAAAABlc/hQWTUIiJ0v4/s1600/love.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TTvvrpDzx3I/AAAAAAAABlc/hQWTUIiJ0v4/s320/love.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565305297581623154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;Waiting for your call, I'm sick, call I'm angry&lt;br /&gt;call I'm desperate for your voice&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the song we used to sing&lt;br /&gt;In the car, do you remember&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly, Early Summer&lt;br /&gt;It's playing on repeat, Just like when we would meet&lt;br /&gt;Like when we would meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I was born to tell you I love you&lt;br /&gt;and I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;I need a change. :)&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/8625185590977122410-7119441639693193496?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/7119441639693193496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-i-had-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/7119441639693193496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/7119441639693193496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-i-had-you.html' title='If I had you.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TTvvrpDzx3I/AAAAAAAABlc/hQWTUIiJ0v4/s72-c/love.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-7018129464538293382</id><published>2011-01-22T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T19:17:34.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smooched.'/><title type='text'>Just a Dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TTq5YA2tQhI/AAAAAAAABlU/Bz9Jf45hkRc/s1600/nelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TTq5YA2tQhI/AAAAAAAABlU/Bz9Jf45hkRc/s320/nelly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564964111767126546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;I was thinking about her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Thinking bout me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thinkin bout us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;What we gonna be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Open my eyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;it was only just a dream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I drive on back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;down that road &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will she come back? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;No one knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;It was only just a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Ahh, form 4's life is so different from form 3. Though I was having PMR last year, I still get to take a nap everyday. For at least 2 hours. :D I don't remember I it feels like now. I don't remember the feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Target of the year :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;Study and smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;Get into a relationship. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'll fail doing this. &lt;/span&gt;Forget about it. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;Yeahh, oh well. So ya'know. My life isn't really that good. No guys, just books. Life's tough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;I remember how much I hated you last time. But now it's different. Grown up. I hate someone for reasons. You understand what I meant. Perhaps you won't read this. But yeahh, what we need is really time. I don't remember what had happened between us. But there must be something. Believe in fate. Believe in God. It has been really long, and I know how you feel. I might not be the right one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;Yeahhh you, I was kinda, waiting for you to talk to me. I had a bet with my friend that if you do. I will. HAHAHA. Not gonna talk abt it. She'll most probably read this. :P But. I don't think you will talk to me. Sometimes, we just have to accept the fact. If it belongs to you, it will be yours. But if it isn't, just let go. I understand this sentence well, like seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;If I get to take a picture with you. My life is complete. :D Heeheeheee. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;If you love somebody put your hands up. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-7018129464538293382?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/7018129464538293382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-was-thinking-about-her-thinking-bout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/7018129464538293382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/7018129464538293382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-was-thinking-about-her-thinking-bout.html' title='Just a Dream.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TTq5YA2tQhI/AAAAAAAABlU/Bz9Jf45hkRc/s72-c/nelly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-192906422038169771</id><published>2010-12-20T20:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T20:25:18.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I got not guts.'/><title type='text'>Not Afraid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TQ9I3gvDpDI/AAAAAAAABlI/IXr9q_aEHD4/s1600/Penguin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TQ9I3gvDpDI/AAAAAAAABlI/IXr9q_aEHD4/s320/Penguin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552736984088421426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; line-height: 27px; " &gt;I'm not afraid to take a stand&lt;br /&gt;Everybody come take my hand&lt;br /&gt;We'll walk this road together, through the storm&lt;br /&gt;Whatever weather, cold or warm&lt;br /&gt;Just let you know that, you're not alone&lt;br /&gt;Holla if you feel that you've been down the same road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; line-height: 27px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; " &gt;I can't help it. But I'm really afraid to get my PMR results. I regret for not study but just spent most of my time on dramas before taking PMR. Ohmagod. I'm such a bitch. But seriously, it's too late to apologize. Oh no. I mean it's too late for me to regret. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; " &gt;No regrets. Bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; " &gt;Sometimes I wish I can save youu. Oh no no no, I need someone to save me. My results will be nothing but a lie. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; " &gt;Hard work + all my efforts = SHIT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; " &gt;I don't do work, I don't work hard, I don't put in effort, that just make sense. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; " &gt;Lord I'm doing, all I can, to be a better man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; " &gt;I seriously wish for good results, and I hope my wish will come true. This is all I wish for, I'm willing to do anything, give out everything in order to succeed. Bullshit much? Yeah, I got that. It's just a dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; " &gt;A place I wanna go nao. Heaven. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: normal; " &gt;We're soarin', flyin'&lt;br /&gt;There's not a star in heaven&lt;br /&gt;That we can't reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: normal; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: normal; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Just keep quiet, and pray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: normal; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: normal; " &gt;Wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-192906422038169771?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/192906422038169771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/12/not-afraid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/192906422038169771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/192906422038169771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/12/not-afraid.html' title='Not Afraid.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TQ9I3gvDpDI/AAAAAAAABlI/IXr9q_aEHD4/s72-c/Penguin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-8770954450446035333</id><published>2010-12-06T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T21:26:13.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smooched.'/><title type='text'>P-p-p-poker face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TPzjhjR4_UI/AAAAAAAABkk/AelKUifGyx4/s1600/tumblr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TPzjhjR4_UI/AAAAAAAABkk/AelKUifGyx4/s320/tumblr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547559006559075650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If only I get such a cute daughter in my future. HOHOHO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Buhbyee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-8770954450446035333?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/8770954450446035333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/12/p-p-p-poker-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/8770954450446035333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/8770954450446035333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/12/p-p-p-poker-face.html' title='P-p-p-poker face.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TPzjhjR4_UI/AAAAAAAABkk/AelKUifGyx4/s72-c/tumblr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-143179583380589481</id><published>2010-12-04T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T21:15:05.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smooched.'/><title type='text'>Asians Domination!</title><content type='html'>:) What I've been doing recently? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm. No idea. Just sleep and rest, they are the same thing right? &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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TPxq9vzCTkI/AAAAAAAABkc/JVvTdQHIJSM/s320/aarif%2Blee.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547426450048699970" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TPxq9cJJyCI/AAAAAAAABkU/RO00rLoIkxc/s1600/edison%2Bchen.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aarif Lee. Lee Chi Ting, the guy who acted in Bruce Lee My Brother. SHUPER HOT. *sweats* Plus plus plus, I really like the way he dress. I mean, he looks good in everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TPxq9cJJyCI/AAAAAAAABkU/RO00rLoIkxc/s1600/edison%2Bchen.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TPxq9cJJyCI/AAAAAAAABkU/RO00rLoIkxc/s320/edison%2Bchen.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547426444772755490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edison Chen. The porn starr. Nyeheheee. But he's still hot right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TPxq9L2WJaI/AAAAAAAABkM/Qe2Qy-V90sA/s1600/nigahiga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TPxq9L2WJaI/AAAAAAAABkM/Qe2Qy-V90sA/s320/nigahiga.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547426440398906786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg omg omg. It's Nigahiga. RYAN HIGA. I like I like. :D The joker. I mean he's funny. And he's really hot. For a Japanese. Though I really prefer Korean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TPxq82Sxt_I/AAAAAAAABkE/siR_JCeBsZU/s1600/peter%2Bchao.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TPxq82Sxt_I/AAAAAAAABkE/siR_JCeBsZU/s320/peter%2Bchao.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547426434612574194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harro! Peter Chao here! He's somehow cute isn't he? And he lovesss branded stuffs. His obsession towards branded stuffs is just exactly like mine. My type my type! Hehhh. ;) Yes yes, you drive da motha bitches crazehh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ASIANS DOMINATION. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Chao outside motha fucka. ;)&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/8625185590977122410-143179583380589481?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/143179583380589481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/12/asians-domination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/143179583380589481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/143179583380589481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/12/asians-domination.html' title='Asians Domination!'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TPxq9vzCTkI/AAAAAAAABkc/JVvTdQHIJSM/s72-c/aarif%2Blee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-9215805134065535881</id><published>2010-11-30T20:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T20:36:06.074+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liuh Enn just burped'/><title type='text'>I remember, you WERE mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TPTob-dNSrI/AAAAAAAABjs/AD_qRnNJSk8/s320/PB080115.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545312608519539378" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TPTocqvnCcI/AAAAAAAABj0/psNGdYE85Pw/s1600/PB080122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TPTocqvnCcI/AAAAAAAABj0/psNGdYE85Pw/s320/PB080122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545312620407884226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holy mom. I noticed peace was the pose I did most of the time last year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;^^V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's the style!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ciaoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-9215805134065535881?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/9215805134065535881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-remember-you-were-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/9215805134065535881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/9215805134065535881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-remember-you-were-mine.html' title='I remember, you WERE mine.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TPTob-dNSrI/AAAAAAAABjs/AD_qRnNJSk8/s72-c/PB080115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-7098420613926433271</id><published>2010-11-29T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T22:26:30.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liuh Enn just farted'/><title type='text'>Club can't handle me!</title><content type='html'>After months of not blogging, lets talk about.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TPO3H0MiudI/AAAAAAAABjM/ffJoCQmlKGs/s1600/Goku%2BIII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TPO3H0MiudI/AAAAAAAABjM/ffJoCQmlKGs/s320/Goku%2BIII.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544976911121430994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Goku! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My current idol. ;) The dude who save the Earth, the Universe. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial; font-size: small; "&gt;如果爱情是你的游牧 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial; font-size: small; "&gt;拥有过是不是该满足&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Chao. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-7098420613926433271?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/7098420613926433271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/11/club-cant-handle-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/7098420613926433271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/7098420613926433271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/11/club-cant-handle-me.html' title='Club can&apos;t handle me!'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TPO3H0MiudI/AAAAAAAABjM/ffJoCQmlKGs/s72-c/Goku%2BIII.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-2552313786871111425</id><published>2010-11-01T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T23:35:29.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smooched.'/><title type='text'>Wonderland.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TM7btPNxy0I/AAAAAAAABjE/1utbRtQPmjI/s1600/PA280052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TM7btPNxy0I/AAAAAAAABjE/1utbRtQPmjI/s320/PA280052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534602562309835586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TM7bst7auII/AAAAAAAABi8/PyZCobbcIX4/s1600/PA280044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TM7bst7auII/AAAAAAAABi8/PyZCobbcIX4/s320/PA280044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534602553374455938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Siwei! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I felt shooo cute. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I cherish and appreciate the moments we had. 1 sentence to explain to you how thankful I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TM7bsfdfFxI/AAAAAAAABi0/S6Cfvrsqoyw/s1600/PA280022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TM7bsfdfFxI/AAAAAAAABi0/S6Cfvrsqoyw/s320/PA280022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534602549490816786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT'S UP? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did Sushi A said to Sushi B?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wassubi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let me show you some lubbb.  &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't get nightmares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-2552313786871111425?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/2552313786871111425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/11/wonderland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/2552313786871111425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/2552313786871111425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/11/wonderland.html' title='Wonderland.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TM7btPNxy0I/AAAAAAAABjE/1utbRtQPmjI/s72-c/PA280052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-8539025208392670784</id><published>2010-10-26T20:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T21:51:54.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I AM PISSED OFF. GO AWAY.'/><title type='text'>Why not you kill yourself? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TMbLxQCzRyI/AAAAAAAABio/5LaEJ-vA0AI/s1600/tumblr_lavi0gl4Sv1qbfymro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TMbLxQCzRyI/AAAAAAAABio/5LaEJ-vA0AI/s320/tumblr_lavi0gl4Sv1qbfymro1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532333239251978018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what. I'm always here. To COMPLAIN. I noticed how emo and stupid my blog is. It's either I curse curse curse. Or I complain so much about my life. Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a COWARD. I mean. I can't deny that. Seriously. I guess I don't dare to tell a person how much I dislike him. That's why I'm always here to complain. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* oh god, I wrote. HIM *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, I can explain to you that, I seriously think that he's having FP. Which is, face problem. He should just end his own life. Omgggg. This is getting harsh. But. Yes. This is what I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had to brag so much about his life. And about everything he knows. Which is nothing but books, text books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I guess I might be the one who's having problems and dislike the world so much. That I've all these things against a person. BUT NO. I mean. Dude, you deserve to be cursed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you aren't good in sports. But you tried so hard. Okay that's good that you actually try hard in something. The point is, you don't have to prove to us that you are good when you aren't. No one is teasing you. You're the one who look down on yourself. It's pretty obvious that you can't play but you still had to insult people. Human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes. This is how much. I HATE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;You stalked me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-8539025208392670784?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/8539025208392670784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-not-you-kill-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/8539025208392670784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/8539025208392670784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-not-you-kill-yourself.html' title='Why not you kill yourself? :)'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TMbLxQCzRyI/AAAAAAAABio/5LaEJ-vA0AI/s72-c/tumblr_lavi0gl4Sv1qbfymro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-462307018771291289</id><published>2010-10-20T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T21:23:31.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smooched.'/><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TL7sGV67ChI/AAAAAAAABig/ju0_oeY7qew/s1600/epic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TL7sGV67ChI/AAAAAAAABig/ju0_oeY7qew/s320/epic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530116986165201426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chairman seat. Specially made for me. Shall blog when I've the mood to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;You stalked me again. :/&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/8625185590977122410-462307018771291289?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/462307018771291289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/10/d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/462307018771291289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/462307018771291289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/10/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TL7sGV67ChI/AAAAAAAABig/ju0_oeY7qew/s72-c/epic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-4173118869862735049</id><published>2010-10-01T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T18:22:59.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exam Days by Liuh Enn D:'/><title type='text'>I couldn't explain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TKW1kWy0EEI/AAAAAAAABiY/wiA2ydwAtik/s1600/mischievous-kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TKW1kWy0EEI/AAAAAAAABiY/wiA2ydwAtik/s320/mischievous-kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523020154238406722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is awesome. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg omg, omfg, I've to finish this. I can't wait to watch the whole series. I mean. It's super nice compared to the Taiwan version. Taiwan's storyline is like over exaggerating and too stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding dramas nice before PMR isn't a good thing. :/ But, dramas are too addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Focus focus focus. FOCUS ON STUDIES. D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Life is somehow miserable.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stalked me again.&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/8625185590977122410-4173118869862735049?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/4173118869862735049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-couldnt-explain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/4173118869862735049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/4173118869862735049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-couldnt-explain.html' title='I couldn&apos;t explain.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TKW1kWy0EEI/AAAAAAAABiY/wiA2ydwAtik/s72-c/mischievous-kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-7147682718099736808</id><published>2010-09-22T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T14:24:06.282+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smooched.'/><title type='text'>Nyehehe :(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TJmW0MF7F9I/AAAAAAAABhk/QIrT-7WH8U4/s1600/leehom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TJmW0MF7F9I/AAAAAAAABhk/QIrT-7WH8U4/s320/leehom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519608641662687186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!@#$%^&amp;amp;*(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a letter to Lee Hom today. :D Be proud of me. I'm serious. ._. For Chinese paper 2, I actually picked to write a letter rather than writing facts. OMFG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I sho stupid? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I want to write a letter to Lee Hom? His not going to receive that anyway. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN DAMN DAMN. I just noticed how stupid my points were. UGH. How can Lee Hom's PR be bad? I mean every girls are obsessed with him. Even guys too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I've thought of killing myself. But you know why I didn't? OH. I'm a coward. Didn't you know that? I'm scared of killing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't dare to cut my hand, I can't bare the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't talk about jumping down from a building. I DON'T WANT TO FEEL MY HEAD HITTING ON THE ROADSIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What about eating pills? Totally freaks me out. I don't want to feel the pain in my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why not just jump into the sea? NAH, I hate the feeling of water getting into me. I'd rather. No. Not die. Definitely not die. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hitting my head against the wall? I don't want my head to bleed non-stop. This ain't bleeding love. It's my freaking blood. Holy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Standing in the middle of the road and wait for a car to bang me down? No. It's an absolutely no. I don't want my knees to break or I probably turn comma and lie on the bed. When I wake up, I find how miserable my life is. But. I can't end my life again anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's better to be as coward as me rather than being so brave like. I DON'T KNOW WHO. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cus you definitely won't commit suicide. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE COOL LIKE ME. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;You stalked me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/8625185590977122410-7147682718099736808?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/7147682718099736808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/09/nyehehe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/7147682718099736808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/7147682718099736808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/09/nyehehe.html' title='Nyehehe :(:'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TJmW0MF7F9I/AAAAAAAABhk/QIrT-7WH8U4/s72-c/leehom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-3612837651354713844</id><published>2010-08-09T14:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T15:11:44.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exam Days by Liuh Enn D:'/><title type='text'>If we ever meet again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TF-nMyZ-PxI/AAAAAAAABg8/d-hraaeQzqc/s1600/EpicFail02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TF-nMyZ-PxI/AAAAAAAABg8/d-hraaeQzqc/s320/EpicFail02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503301107801014034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hello. I'm anti-social. I don't dare to speak out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Did I tell you I was supposed to do my homework? Few more days to exams. HAHAHAHEEEHEEEHOHO. I just lose control. :/ I don't really like blogging nowadays. I'm just busy. Recently I stayed in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Tanjung Rambutan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. Err, did I mentioned that before? Hehhh. It's known as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Hospital Bahagia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. Which means a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;hospital that brings happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. I like that place. :) It's awesome. I made lots of friends there. The word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; doesn't exist there. Now I'm back to the abnormal world. I want to go back there. D: I want to make friends with normal people. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memanglah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;epic fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; jika saya dikehendaki mengulang kaji. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TF-nMgGwFKI/AAAAAAAABg0/VGZ3q5_PxEY/s1600/siu+lun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TF-nMgGwFKI/AAAAAAAABg0/VGZ3q5_PxEY/s320/siu+lun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503301102888555682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, when I'm old I can go facebook all I want. Without my nagging. Must focus on studies. Serious mode doesn't exist in my body. Ughh. Pfft. Kill me. I'm so sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;You stalked me again.&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/8625185590977122410-3612837651354713844?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/3612837651354713844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-we-ever-meet-again.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/3612837651354713844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/3612837651354713844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-we-ever-meet-again.html' title='If we ever meet again.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TF-nMyZ-PxI/AAAAAAAABg8/d-hraaeQzqc/s72-c/EpicFail02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-1145934235955926841</id><published>2010-08-08T13:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T15:37:24.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exam Days by Liuh Enn D:'/><title type='text'>Life. Isn't. That. Good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;And now it's over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TF5KyuXjdhI/AAAAAAAABgI/DuEhTX571hg/s1600/girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TF5KyuXjdhI/AAAAAAAABgI/DuEhTX571hg/s320/girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502918029994063378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being emo nowadays. I don't know why. Exams coming soon. And I noticed I didn't study much. Trials. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like killing myself. Everything will be over. But, come to think about it. Life is awesome. Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TF5dK5JV0VI/AAAAAAAABgQ/2zDgb9EgfXo/s1600/GDA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TF5dK5JV0VI/AAAAAAAABgQ/2zDgb9EgfXo/s320/GDA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502938236413399378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I randomly found this picture. HAN GENGGGGGGG! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Imma kill myself.  Focusssssss! :(&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/8625185590977122410-1145934235955926841?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/1145934235955926841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-isnt-that-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/1145934235955926841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/1145934235955926841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-isnt-that-good.html' title='Life. Isn&apos;t. That. Good.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TF5KyuXjdhI/AAAAAAAABgI/DuEhTX571hg/s72-c/girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-8984697456599014469</id><published>2010-07-28T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T19:57:23.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kissed by Liuh Enn'/><title type='text'>Helloo. :S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TFAab8AmQ2I/AAAAAAAABgA/CXPG4IMsdbY/s1600/retard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TFAab8AmQ2I/AAAAAAAABgA/CXPG4IMsdbY/s320/retard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498924212286800738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I've a blog. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-8984697456599014469?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/8984697456599014469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/07/helloo-s.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/8984697456599014469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/8984697456599014469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/07/helloo-s.html' title='Helloo. :S'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TFAab8AmQ2I/AAAAAAAABgA/CXPG4IMsdbY/s72-c/retard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-5160136471981290143</id><published>2010-06-21T19:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:06:56.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kissed by Liuh Enn'/><title type='text'>The stories never end. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TB9SkEp6NBI/AAAAAAAABfw/HuHL-eFMO3w/s1600/shin+dong+ho+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TB9SkEp6NBI/AAAAAAAABfw/HuHL-eFMO3w/s320/shin+dong+ho+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485193650838844434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TB9ROpGNwOI/AAAAAAAABfg/rflicqRQpY0/s1600/shin+dong+ho+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TB9ROpGNwOI/AAAAAAAABfg/rflicqRQpY0/s320/shin+dong+ho+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485192183152492770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;U-kiss Shin Dong Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like him. But I'll try to like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are born on the same day, just, different year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 more days to our birthday! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me hope. A hope to marry Korean guy. I'm getting weird. Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;29th June 1994.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHH. HOPE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's one year older than me. Which I've hope to marry him. I mean he's quite cute isn't he? And he's only 16, which means, he haven't get plastic surgery and he looks cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Sorry. ._. You know this is what you turn to when you have depression like I do. Depress for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog has some problems. It's like. I want my font to be normal size. It's HUGEEE. I want it to be small, it's LARGE. I want it to be large, it's normal. Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like. I couldn't take the stress anymore. I don't like my class. I just deserve somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portugal scored. Though I'm not watching the match. I knew it. My mom was screaming. Football fever. Ugh. And she's asking me to stay away from the teeveeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school, and I had forgotten the way to actually hold a pen. Serious. My writing is totally, weird and ugly. Exam results totally spoil my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna continue. I'm turning moody. Okay I can't speak, I can hardly type, I don't know what's wrong. But just,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; screw my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me slap you.&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/8625185590977122410-5160136471981290143?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/5160136471981290143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/06/u-kiss-shin-dong-ho-i-dont-really-like.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/5160136471981290143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/5160136471981290143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/06/u-kiss-shin-dong-ho-i-dont-really-like.html' title='The stories never end. :)'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TB9SkEp6NBI/AAAAAAAABfw/HuHL-eFMO3w/s72-c/shin+dong+ho+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-1529460019945830774</id><published>2010-06-20T12:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T20:49:52.413+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='written by Liuh Enn'/><title type='text'>I want to redo it all over again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TB23JxoxJsI/AAAAAAAABfI/LL3R42KKvTI/s1600/childs-play-movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TB23JxoxJsI/AAAAAAAABfI/LL3R42KKvTI/s320/childs-play-movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484741299778168514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Andy Barclay sees a commercial for a 'Good Guy' doll on TV, and  asks his mother for one for his birthday. At work, Andy's mom and her  friend discover a peddler selling one for a low price, and she buys it.  What she doesn't know is that the particular doll contains the spirit of  Charles Lee Ray, aka 'The Lakeshore Strangler', who died at the hands  of police the night before and had transferred his spirit to the doll by  voodoo. That night, Andy's babysitter is pushed from their 5th-floor  window to her death, and only young Andy knows that 'Chucky' - the doll -  is responsible for that a death and a series of murders that follow.  Worse than that, the soul of Charles Lee Ray is trying to get out of the  doll's body - and take over Andy's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TB2f1vVo4RI/AAAAAAAABew/h3pKEKy_zbA/s1600/the+karate+kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TB2f1vVo4RI/AAAAAAAABew/h3pKEKy_zbA/s320/the+karate+kid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484715666796241170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a 12-year-old from Detroit moves to China with his mother and  incurs the wrath of the class bully at his new school, he makes an  unlikely ally in the form of his aging maintenance man, a kung fu master  who teaches him the secrets to self-defense. Upon arriving at his new  school, Dre Parker (&lt;a href="http://www.fandango.com/jadensmith/filmography/p481432"&gt;Jaden  Smith&lt;/a&gt;) develops a powerful crush on pretty classmate Mei Ying. The  feeling is mutual, although the cultural divide between Dre and Mei Ying  makes a friendship unlikely, and romance impossible. When cruel  classmate and kung fu prodigy Cheng learns of Dre's feelings for Mei  Ying, he harasses and humiliates the young outsider in front of the  entire school. With no one to turn to for help, Dre confides his fears  in kindly maintenance man Mr. Han (&lt;a href="http://www.fandango.com/jackiechan/filmography/p84650"&gt;Jackie Chan&lt;/a&gt;),  a kung fu master who knows that serenity and maturity -- not punches  and power -- are the true keys to mastering the martial arts. As Dre  prepares to face down his intimidating tormentor, he begins to realize  that the real fight is just beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TB2f1JvMfuI/AAAAAAAABeo/KQDWxbjC208/s1600/shrek-forever-after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TB2f1JvMfuI/AAAAAAAABeo/KQDWxbjC208/s320/shrek-forever-after.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484715656702885602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After challenging an evil dragon, rescuing a beautiful princess and  saving your in-laws' kingdom, what's an ogre to do? Well, if you're  Shrek, you suddenly wind up a domesticated family man. Instead of  scaring villagers away like he used to, a reluctant Shrek now agrees to  autograph pitch forks. Whats happened to this ogre's roar? Longing for  the days when he felt like a "real ogre," Shrek is duped into signing a  pact with the smooth-talking dealmaker, Rumpelstiltskin. Shrek suddenly  finds himself in a twisted, alternate version of Far Far Away, where  ogres are hunted, Rumpelstiltskin is king and Shrek and Fiona have never  met. Now, it's up to Shrek to undo all he's done in the hopes of saving  his friends, restoring his world and reclaiming his one True Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TB2f0QnhxQI/AAAAAAAABeg/zDCJs2S2Vjo/s1600/TheATeam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TB2f0QnhxQI/AAAAAAAABeg/zDCJs2S2Vjo/s320/TheATeam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484715641369904386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="MovieSynopsisText"&gt;1980s TV action gets a reboot with this  new version of The A-Team, which shifts the Vietnam vet backstory to a  group of Iraq War vets who become mercenaries for hire. Joe Carnahan  (Smokin' Aces) directs from a script by G.I. Joe's Skip Woods. Liam  Neeson heads up the crew as Hannibal, the brains of the operation, with  Bradley Cooper as Face, UFC star Quinton "Rampage" Jackson filling in  for Mr. T as B.A. Baracus, and District 9's breakout star, Sharlto  Copley, inheriting the unhinged role of "Howling Mad" Murdock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="MovieSynopsisText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperately wants to watch a movie before school starts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="MovieSynopsisText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's just one day difference, and my life will turn into. I don't know what and I don't want to know what. I'll just look like some emo kid staring at my bloody exam papers. My life will be totally different in 19 hours time. Which means, I've to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've the Alvin and the Chipmunks 2 pirated DVD. But my GOD DAMN MOM is watching the tv right now. I don't stand a chance. I'm not done with Sejarah project. ARGHH. Forget about it. I've a copy from my friend. It's just stupid. HOLYY, I've to finish the whole Chapter 6 checkpoints for Science. Still, forget about it, I actually had already forgotten the proper way to hold a pen. Plain stupid. I know. Recall, refresh. I don't remember I need to do anything. I've art work. Suppose to pass up before holidays. BULLSHIT. I can't draw humans. I shall ask my mom to draw, or when I've the mood to do so. 19 hours doesn't help. It's less than day. And, well, I've so much things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Screw my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No. I'm supposed to ask my mom to bring me out. Or get my brother off from the bed and forced him to watch Prince of Persia with me later.&lt;br /&gt;I want chicken wings. :( I'm coughing badly, for almost more than a week. According to my mom, you can't take chicken when you're coughing or it'll just turn worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just dislike myself. I don't know what's wrong but there's something wrong. I'm just wrong. It's like, everything I did just seemed to be wrong. I know that. I do nothing, and it's still wrong. I mean, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what's wrong man&lt;/span&gt;? I just keep quiet and it's still wrong. I accidentally spilled something out, and it's wrong. I walked to you and it's considered something wrong. I laughed, and it's wrong. HOKAYY. I stared at something, it's still wrong. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My life's just wrong&lt;/span&gt;. I shouldn't even get out of my mom's stomach. Someone should have kick her stomach before I was born. It doesn't make sense, everything I did, ain't totally wrong. There must be something that's right. I just turned emo when I recall back what you said. Though you didn't said out that I was wrong, I know there's something wrong. But not totally wrong. Perhaps, I need a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;brand new attitude&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not be as great as you, but I know there's a part of me that's good. I know it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a girl, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was never good, is never good, and will never be good.&lt;/span&gt; You just got to suffer the pain every 28 days. Or maybe you had irregular one like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="MovieSynopsisText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Father's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="MovieSynopsisText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="MovieSynopsisText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="MovieSynopsisText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="MovieSynopsisText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="MovieSynopsisText"&gt;&lt;span class="MovieSynopsisText"&gt;&lt;span class="MovieSynopsisText"&gt;&lt;span class="MovieSynopsisText"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try   {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TB2u3TJVsLI/AAAAAAAABfA/3TTgCnxN2IM/s1600/DSC00719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TB2u3TJVsLI/AAAAAAAABfA/3TTgCnxN2IM/s320/DSC00719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484732186262614194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know you don't, never and will not enjoy to be my father. Still, enjoy being my father.&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you, and your dreams come true. Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When you told me it's okay if I don't do well in this term exams, I should try harder the next time, I cried.&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't make sense. Cus I'm supposed to be studying now. To try harder the next term. Which I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for you. For having a daughter like me. It's okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Life's never perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="MovieSynopsisText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So far, goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="MovieSynopsisText"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="MovieSynopsisText"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="MovieSynopsisText"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="MovieSynopsisText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MovieSynopsisText"&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/8625185590977122410-1529460019945830774?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/1529460019945830774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-want-to-redo-it-all-over-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/1529460019945830774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/1529460019945830774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-want-to-redo-it-all-over-again.html' title='I want to redo it all over again.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TB23JxoxJsI/AAAAAAAABfI/LL3R42KKvTI/s72-c/childs-play-movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-8775702348706749219</id><published>2010-06-19T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T22:29:58.326+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liuh Enn just farted'/><title type='text'>For long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TBzNXy9yBzI/AAAAAAAABds/c14vH7VGJac/s1600/rooney+ronaldo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TBzNXy9yBzI/AAAAAAAABds/c14vH7VGJac/s320/rooney+ronaldo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484484254932010802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rooney &amp;amp; Ronaldo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, this picture looked kinda sick. I find it. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm boreddd. Pure bored. Thinking hard of what to do. Other than knowing I'm getting my exam results by 33 hours, I must keep my mind blank. Football helps. Watching 20 men running around the field chasing after the ball, pushing each other, cursing each other, another 2 stupidly standing in front of the goal waiting for someone to kick the ball in, helps me to keep my mind from thinking about, EXAMS' RESULTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China was the one who created the game, yet, was the lousiest one to play. Chinese men aren't good in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argentina simply pwned Korea yesterday. And the score was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 : 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Epic fail huh. Long time ago I always thought Park Ji Sung is some hot guy. YES YES. Till I saw him playing for MU. I was like, " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH well, not every korean go for plastic surgery, he's okay though.&lt;/span&gt; " I'm mean. I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know if I were the Korean footballers, I'd already give up and commit suicide by watching the Argentina footballers score. I would just give up, and quit the game, and they will just get a sub for me. While I'll just hide in the toilet or something like that. I'll straight run away if I know I'm going to play with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Messi&lt;/span&gt;. That's like, really stressful. Might kill half of the cells in my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netherland ; Japan&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;1 : 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Japan can play quite well though. The goal keeper hit the ball but I got no idea why it bounce and went into the goal. But I still prefer Korea. Koreans are like having some brain problem, the ball is right in front of them but they just don't get it. But I still don't like Japanese, I was cursing them through out the whole game. I was complaining what they did, and the evil acts, how the conquered our country. And I noticed, I sound exactly like an AUNTY. Omg,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; aging&lt;/span&gt;. ._. You know how those &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pasar malam aunties&lt;/span&gt; cursing about ppl. YESS, that's what I did, and it's very bad, which proves that I'm aging. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets pray that Korea can play well in the next match. Impossible is nothing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Semangat orang Asia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So far, goodbye.&lt;br /&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/8625185590977122410-8775702348706749219?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/8775702348706749219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/06/for-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/8775702348706749219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/8775702348706749219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/06/for-long.html' title='For long.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TBzNXy9yBzI/AAAAAAAABds/c14vH7VGJac/s72-c/rooney+ronaldo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-3169247161232636300</id><published>2010-06-18T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T22:14:16.639+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liuh Enn just blogged :D'/><title type='text'>Randomness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TBtrTzWSRaI/AAAAAAAABdE/ZBsbOKvN4CE/s1600/P1010135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TBtrTzWSRaI/AAAAAAAABdE/ZBsbOKvN4CE/s320/P1010135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484094959199077794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has not been blogging for long. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So far, goodbye.&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/8625185590977122410-3169247161232636300?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/3169247161232636300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/06/randomness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/3169247161232636300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/3169247161232636300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/06/randomness.html' title='Randomness.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/TBtrTzWSRaI/AAAAAAAABdE/ZBsbOKvN4CE/s72-c/P1010135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-1896714345103675427</id><published>2010-05-24T13:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T14:22:44.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exam Days by Liuh Enn D:'/><title type='text'>Do me a favour.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S_oW96QZkeI/AAAAAAAABcw/m3VhxLH7jmY/s1600/swings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S_oW96QZkeI/AAAAAAAABcw/m3VhxLH7jmY/s320/swings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474713549888131554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A life lived in love will never be dull.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who said so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Motivate me to study. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yes, I desperately need motivation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nescafe made me sleepy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Probably fall asleep soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;So far, goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bob the builder, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAN WE DO THIS&lt;/span&gt;? Bob the builder, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES WE CAN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-1896714345103675427?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/1896714345103675427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-me-favour.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/1896714345103675427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/1896714345103675427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-me-favour.html' title='Do me a favour.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S_oW96QZkeI/AAAAAAAABcw/m3VhxLH7jmY/s72-c/swings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-7103672012884912687</id><published>2010-05-23T22:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T22:17:32.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S_k3YOiyiAI/AAAAAAAABcY/6tZ_xBsxqi4/s1600/boom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S_k3YOiyiAI/AAAAAAAABcY/6tZ_xBsxqi4/s320/boom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474467711405950978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life just turned worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Having exams in 5 days. Just married to Cecilia Ooi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ohmygosh. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lets pray that she won't rape me. :D Pray hard people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S_k3X3EREII/AAAAAAAABcQ/TrKxibA-uC8/s1600/han+geng+183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S_k3X3EREII/AAAAAAAABcQ/TrKxibA-uC8/s320/han+geng+183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474467705103913090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We shall meet again after exams! Ily.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cuser%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know you love me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So far, goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-7103672012884912687?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/7103672012884912687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/05/please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/7103672012884912687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/7103672012884912687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/05/please.html' title='Please.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S_k3YOiyiAI/AAAAAAAABcY/6tZ_xBsxqi4/s72-c/boom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-9181076892381150881</id><published>2010-05-11T19:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T20:33:41.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liuh Enn just burped'/><title type='text'>Hey Soul Sister! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S-lItZyOTEI/AAAAAAAABcI/qb6wOlQZUEM/s1600/love+stresss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S-lItZyOTEI/AAAAAAAABcI/qb6wOlQZUEM/s320/love+stresss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469983167271029826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Someone stabbed my heart. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S-lIUCw53ZI/AAAAAAAABcA/3KCrtVoShoU/s1600/stress+kids.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S-lIUCw53ZI/AAAAAAAABcA/3KCrtVoShoU/s320/stress+kids.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469982731594751378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S-lICZjn1nI/AAAAAAAABb4/r2Sr42NtVwE/s1600/stress+kids.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S-lICZjn1nI/AAAAAAAABb4/r2Sr42NtVwE/s320/stress+kids.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469982428475414130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S-lHty_lmBI/AAAAAAAABbw/4tNQpEvQ2os/s1600/Photo0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S-lHty_lmBI/AAAAAAAABbw/4tNQpEvQ2os/s320/Photo0030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469982074526341138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S-lHtstLToI/AAAAAAAABbo/TiZ5UFrI8F4/s1600/Photo0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S-lHtstLToI/AAAAAAAABbo/TiZ5UFrI8F4/s320/Photo0038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469982072838508162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S-lHtQU2C4I/AAAAAAAABbg/J-ksQVRGrho/s1600/Photo0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S-lHtQU2C4I/AAAAAAAABbg/J-ksQVRGrho/s320/Photo0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469982065220258690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My awesome presents for Joey, Xin Yin and Jia Qi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A freakinggg huge tortoise with pampers. A pair of couple rings. And an awesome I dunno what sort of. Soft toy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such an awesome friend. Don't deny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seemed to be busy studying. While I, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;smart but retarded&lt;/span&gt; human is trying on my new phone camera. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smart but retarded?&lt;/span&gt; Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S-lHsyWjHrI/AAAAAAAABbY/bcgisn4-WWI/s1600/Photo0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S-lHsyWjHrI/AAAAAAAABbY/bcgisn4-WWI/s320/Photo0060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469982057174343346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S-lGfdTpK7I/AAAAAAAABbI/q3pSNwak-ig/s1600/Photo0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S-lGfdTpK7I/AAAAAAAABbI/q3pSNwak-ig/s320/Photo0065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469980728675085234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S-lGe4M6O3I/AAAAAAAABbA/6WPf2K6WCBU/s1600/Photo0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S-lGe4M6O3I/AAAAAAAABbA/6WPf2K6WCBU/s320/Photo0067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469980718714731378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S-lGeiDNnEI/AAAAAAAABa4/_4yVjDqSLhg/s1600/Photo0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S-lGeiDNnEI/AAAAAAAABa4/_4yVjDqSLhg/s320/Photo0070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469980712768478274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S-lGeHnFbXI/AAAAAAAABaw/AT6Zxoq_4Hk/s1600/Photo0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S-lGeHnFbXI/AAAAAAAABaw/AT6Zxoq_4Hk/s320/Photo0072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469980705671179634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S-lGdscgXVI/AAAAAAAABao/tn8D2iUs3zk/s1600/Photo0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S-lGdscgXVI/AAAAAAAABao/tn8D2iUs3zk/s320/Photo0076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469980698379050322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Terbalik. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So it seemed like 3.2 mp is quite lousy. No flash. And the quality is reallyyy dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of regret. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't want a nokia phone. I mean. Even if you on silent mode, you can always hear the sound of the camera if you're taking pictures. As in "chik-chak". Damn annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone teach me algebraic expression and formulae? D: I'd dieeeee. It's so complicated, you express, and factorise, and I don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cuser%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cuser%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you're trying to criticise some, please look at yourself. Go look at the mirror. Oh. The mirror probably crack. Sorry I forgotten. Why not going to the river and it'll reflect your look. Oh oh sorry sorry. Polluted nowadays. Hmmm. Take a picture of yourself. Why not? Since you'd love to take pictures of yourself? WHATTT? The camera lense break? Oh, sad to hear that. You can always ask me to look at your face and I'll give you comments. I'd love to. It's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; my pleasure&lt;/span&gt;. (: &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I'm afraid I'll turn blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="title"&gt;Elbert Hubbard :&lt;/span&gt;	 	         &lt;p&gt;To avoid criticism, do nothing, say nothing, be nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I'm one of the kind who criticise people too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16 days to exams. I'm not ready yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've to stay away from my beloved Han Geng for 3 weeks. Or more. OHMYY. And it's pretty obvious that I failed to do so. He's like a drug, so addictive that I couldn't stop thinking about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Our faith will never fade away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My love for you will never fade away.   *FAILED*My obsession on you will never fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You know you love.   *Impossible*   I know I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;So far, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S97JldhcobI/AAAAAAAABZA/wBFNqTNbQ0k/s320/P4170055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467028643091620274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S97Jk8n5WKI/AAAAAAAABY4/rrcS-e600T0/s1600/P4170060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S97Jk8n5WKI/AAAAAAAABY4/rrcS-e600T0/s320/P4170060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467028634260297890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S97FhjD7fZI/AAAAAAAABYw/LHgZVPywtXg/s1600/P4170072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S97FhjD7fZI/AAAAAAAABYw/LHgZVPywtXg/s320/P4170072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467024177812438418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S97FhG49UZI/AAAAAAAABYo/6ikaxFzwa9A/s1600/P4170075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S97FhG49UZI/AAAAAAAABYo/6ikaxFzwa9A/s320/P4170075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467024170250228114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S97FguWWFUI/AAAAAAAABYg/WgeCbrvAbH8/s1600/P4170091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S97FguWWFUI/AAAAAAAABYg/WgeCbrvAbH8/s320/P4170091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467024163662599490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The dream guy.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S97FgOVOYeI/AAAAAAAABYY/y4GCXAwXpN8/s1600/P4170092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S97CFuak2oI/AAAAAAAABXw/Jr2x2-hUdmA/s320/P4170149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467020401288993410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S97CFe0iqKI/AAAAAAAABXo/XpxVridPALg/s1600/P4170162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S97CFe0iqKI/AAAAAAAABXo/XpxVridPALg/s320/P4170162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467020397102934178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S96_dSgbEaI/AAAAAAAABXg/NXFObRwTzXg/s1600/P4170166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S96_dSgbEaI/AAAAAAAABXg/NXFObRwTzXg/s320/P4170166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467017507579302306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S96_cyE58MI/AAAAAAAABXY/VeMWfKHV0GI/s1600/P4170164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S96_cyE58MI/AAAAAAAABXY/VeMWfKHV0GI/s320/P4170164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467017498873950402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S96_cHqCfCI/AAAAAAAABXI/SxWa53U2kPE/s1600/P4170177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S96_cHqCfCI/AAAAAAAABXI/SxWa53U2kPE/s320/P4170177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467017487486975010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S96_buQRblI/AAAAAAAABXA/vY9Et8tA83w/s1600/P4170180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S96_buQRblI/AAAAAAAABXA/vY9Et8tA83w/s320/P4170180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467017480668016210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th April 2010&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joey's Birthday Outing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S960SBUcFXI/AAAAAAAABWo/ZQL6Y9z_Frk/s1600/P4300240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S960SBUcFXI/AAAAAAAABWo/ZQL6Y9z_Frk/s320/P4300240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467005219359167858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2nd May 2010 - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jia Qi's Belated Surprise Party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Birthday &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope it was quite surprising for you as I sacrificed my whole afternoon having lunch and trying to prank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S96OwNa83sI/AAAAAAAABWI/WF0ZFe65V-4/s1600/P5020266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S96OwNa83sI/AAAAAAAABWI/WF0ZFe65V-4/s320/P5020266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466963956561927874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S96OvcRr1oI/AAAAAAAABWA/2tUIcHPwYVc/s1600/P5020254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S96OuamYJLI/AAAAAAAABVw/hPVtZinUraY/s320/P5020257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466963925739775154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S96Ot3n4urI/AAAAAAAABVo/wIL9H_UtY28/s1600/P5020259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S96Ot3n4urI/AAAAAAAABVo/wIL9H_UtY28/s320/P5020259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466963916350864050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S96Fa_-HZqI/AAAAAAAABVA/p0kSiYhLTGs/s1600/P5020272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S96Fa_-HZqI/AAAAAAAABVA/p0kSiYhLTGs/s320/P5020272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466953696569419426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S96FaeSMO-I/AAAAAAAABU4/E-yET-6amAI/s1600/P5020274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S96FaeSMO-I/AAAAAAAABU4/E-yET-6amAI/s320/P5020274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466953687526816738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S96FZ1tlPoI/AAAAAAAABUw/3ibD8e04sKs/s1600/P5020279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S96FZ1tlPoI/AAAAAAAABUw/3ibD8e04sKs/s320/P5020279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466953676635848322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S96FZV5WtCI/AAAAAAAABUo/t20smgsZ7hI/s1600/P5020288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S96FZV5WtCI/AAAAAAAABUo/t20smgsZ7hI/s320/P5020288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466953668095292450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S96FZBdGLMI/AAAAAAAABUg/iUITTtFdxec/s1600/P5020291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S96FZBdGLMI/AAAAAAAABUg/iUITTtFdxec/s320/P5020291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466953662608059586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S96CmTJJMOI/AAAAAAAABUI/vz86Zf7k3x0/s1600/P5020306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S96CmTJJMOI/AAAAAAAABUI/vz86Zf7k3x0/s320/P5020306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466950592159625442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S96ClzARxlI/AAAAAAAABUA/q6XI-Vur2sM/s1600/P5020320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S96ClzARxlI/AAAAAAAABUA/q6XI-Vur2sM/s320/P5020320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466950583532504658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When the prisoner receives chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S96ClbDij3I/AAAAAAAABT4/g7H9bUDDJBw/s1600/P5020323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S96ClbDij3I/AAAAAAAABT4/g7H9bUDDJBw/s320/P5020323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466950577103736690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S96ClDoCkjI/AAAAAAAABTw/T8uEBTHU7mw/s1600/P5020325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S96ClDoCkjI/AAAAAAAABTw/T8uEBTHU7mw/s320/P5020325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466950570814378546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S95_Yug08lI/AAAAAAAABTQ/xfUSkFbgNaM/s1600/P5020327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S95_Yug08lI/AAAAAAAABTQ/xfUSkFbgNaM/s320/P5020327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466947060453667410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S95_YHeD8WI/AAAAAAAABTI/_a1Al6Exxng/s1600/P5020339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S95_YHeD8WI/AAAAAAAABTI/_a1Al6Exxng/s320/P5020339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466947049973084514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;left to right : 3rd phone, hottest guy. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S95_XlH5lGI/AAAAAAAABTA/oLXIlvweLUw/s1600/P5020343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S95_XlH5lGI/AAAAAAAABTA/oLXIlvweLUw/s320/P5020343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466947040753325154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S95_W__egiI/AAAAAAAABS4/WXMNYaR7-JY/s1600/P5020347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S95_W__egiI/AAAAAAAABS4/WXMNYaR7-JY/s320/P5020347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466947030785884706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S95_Wjvp7xI/AAAAAAAABSw/b_DJ4GQq7Ls/s1600/P5020349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S95_Wjvp7xI/AAAAAAAABSw/b_DJ4GQq7Ls/s320/P5020349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466947023203331858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S95ta8ChC3I/AAAAAAAABSo/kZGwKhijUmc/s1600/P5020352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S95ta8ChC3I/AAAAAAAABSo/kZGwKhijUmc/s320/P5020352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466927307235068786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S95taJW0MYI/AAAAAAAABSg/q_5clECl3Mo/s1600/P5020353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S95taJW0MYI/AAAAAAAABSg/q_5clECl3Mo/s320/P5020353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466927293630001538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S95tZM-IihI/AAAAAAAABSY/FPzJ4hOV4mk/s1600/P5020354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S95tZM-IihI/AAAAAAAABSY/FPzJ4hOV4mk/s320/P5020354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466927277420349970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S95tYtENHAI/AAAAAAAABSQ/_ku_aU2vVGs/s1600/P5020355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S95tYtENHAI/AAAAAAAABSQ/_ku_aU2vVGs/s320/P5020355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466927268855880706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S95tYA7ThVI/AAAAAAAABSI/gCFf7fKXQVg/s1600/P5020356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S95tYA7ThVI/AAAAAAAABSI/gCFf7fKXQVg/s320/P5020356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466927257007392082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally the giraffes met! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we know each other for only 1 year. Yet it's quite memorable. We used to talk about hot guys. Hot guys, and still, hot guys. OHHMIEE, I noticed I talk to to you because of,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hot guys.&lt;/span&gt; I remember how we spent our form 2 days staring out of the windows watching guys playing handball. Although they don't know who we are, yet we admire them. Including Si Wei that retard. Si Wei and I even imitated those guys to write in your notebook. We had so much fun insulting you. And you will probably act like a retard, answering us with those eff-up sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meow!&lt;/span&gt; Your superrrrr favourite quote. And now even Kc's doing that. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like my life. I actually believe that, love life and life will love you back. Love people and they will love   you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't seem so. I'm getting frustrated. First, history projects, then, geography projects, then, civic projects. I'm actually sitting in front of the com blogging. Instead of looking for those informations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forget about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm deleting all these from my mind. The storage space seems to be getting smaller. So I shall somehow delete it from my brains' recycle bin too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, getting worried for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exams.&lt;/span&gt; 3 more weeks to go. No matter how many times I deleted from my mind, it appears. :( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm officially very jealous with Joey Chin Zi Yun. :( She went to Times Square and bought everything. Okay finee, she got a Han Geng's name's keychain. I'm jealous enough. Why didn't I see that the last time I went? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envyyyyyyyyy her. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading the newspaper seriously do pissed me off. There's this Park Blah Blah guy joined in SJM. In order to get famous, he actually told his very rich dad to pay for him to join in SM, as SJM is veryyyy popular.  Hahhh, the rich dad actually grant his wish. And the newspaper wrote Han Geng was kicked out. No he wasn't. Bloody. He quit. I bet he couldn't accept about that. And he rather quite than staying with that retarded rich ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if you're rich? Do you really think you can buy everything? Even if you can dance, sing, talk very well. I bet you can't. I mean, for god's sake, you don't even look cute. You don't have the potential. All you have is just,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; money&lt;/span&gt;. And they belong to your dad. Not like you earn it yourself. Do you really think you're that awesome just because you're rich and Han Geng actually came from a poor family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's most probably rumours. But, I just don't like it. What if that really happen? Okay SJM's mv totally ruin up. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Super Ajussi&lt;/span&gt; will never exist anymore. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not looking forward to their 4th album, and that might be their last one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Retards like him spoiled my mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay forget about them. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have to have to have to have to focus &lt;/span&gt;on studies. I seriously have to do my homework. Even Liang Jun was listening to what Pn. Molly was teaching just now. I felt so baddd. :( I need focus pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So far, goodbye.&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/8625185590977122410-3711917216212563071?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/3711917216212563071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-told-myself-not-to-trust-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/3711917216212563071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/3711917216212563071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-told-myself-not-to-trust-you.html' title='I told myself not to trust you.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S97P-7_1gVI/AAAAAAAABaY/NA0aDOALVcM/s72-c/P4170033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-181469577371827162</id><published>2010-04-25T10:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T14:24:47.499+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liuh Enn just blogged :D'/><title type='text'>Do you rather run a kilometers or just sit down and eat banana?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9PcIPB928I/AAAAAAAABRY/uwsVBVapJMc/s1600/P4250218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9PcIPB928I/AAAAAAAABRY/uwsVBVapJMc/s320/P4250218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463952806962387906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9Pa1f3P2FI/AAAAAAAABRQ/3sLPW8luNPE/s1600/P4250211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9Pa1f3P2FI/AAAAAAAABRQ/3sLPW8luNPE/s320/P4250211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463951385551689810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9Pa0yb2NgI/AAAAAAAABRI/oybc6hlZwlc/s1600/P4250212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9Pa0yb2NgI/AAAAAAAABRI/oybc6hlZwlc/s320/P4250212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463951373357168130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9PXnXhM0WI/AAAAAAAABQ4/kt9SvofFqYE/s1600/P4250206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9PXnXhM0WI/AAAAAAAABQ4/kt9SvofFqYE/s320/P4250206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463947844258681186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9PXm8F26iI/AAAAAAAABQw/4LYOqwyq7vs/s1600/P4250207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9PXm8F26iI/AAAAAAAABQw/4LYOqwyq7vs/s320/P4250207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463947836896242210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, Jit, don't you just love me sometimes? :P&lt;br /&gt;Though you insulted me so much. I still bought you this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9PXmVPASQI/AAAAAAAABQo/sM1qmjM1D10/s1600/P4250208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9PXmVPASQI/AAAAAAAABQo/sM1qmjM1D10/s320/P4250208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463947826465622274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9O5I1p5nGI/AAAAAAAABQg/Ix8bKM9ceNE/s1600/P4250210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9O5I1p5nGI/AAAAAAAABQg/Ix8bKM9ceNE/s320/P4250210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463914334423456866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9O5IfwXtxI/AAAAAAAABQY/_NjugapFhuY/s1600/P4250214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9O5IfwXtxI/AAAAAAAABQY/_NjugapFhuY/s320/P4250214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463914328545015570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9O5H3YBioI/AAAAAAAABQQ/a_NcIZxJPoQ/s1600/P4250216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9O5H3YBioI/AAAAAAAABQQ/a_NcIZxJPoQ/s320/P4250216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463914317705480834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9O5HoV_7QI/AAAAAAAABQI/Lfk0CZ59lOA/s1600/P4250217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9O5HoV_7QI/AAAAAAAABQI/Lfk0CZ59lOA/s320/P4250217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463914313670454530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9O5G0ckzcI/AAAAAAAABQA/5beF4wDG2ks/s1600/P4250219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9O5G0ckzcI/AAAAAAAABQA/5beF4wDG2ks/s320/P4250219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463914299739393474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9OqjRU7yCI/AAAAAAAABP4/ta6wZ6bDdL0/s1600/P4250221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9OqjRU7yCI/AAAAAAAABP4/ta6wZ6bDdL0/s320/P4250221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463898295853893666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9OqiuZNIYI/AAAAAAAABPw/loGG9Uz-z_Y/s1600/P4250222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9OqiuZNIYI/AAAAAAAABPw/loGG9Uz-z_Y/s320/P4250222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463898286476566914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9Oqib7hCaI/AAAAAAAABPo/KQG-2M7s6F0/s1600/P4250225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9Oqib7hCaI/AAAAAAAABPo/KQG-2M7s6F0/s320/P4250225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463898281520204194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9Oqh_vnLwI/AAAAAAAABPg/E53T0JTV5j8/s1600/P4250226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9Oqh_vnLwI/AAAAAAAABPg/E53T0JTV5j8/s320/P4250226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463898273954082562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9OqhbngGYI/AAAAAAAABPY/NWWuOXN-jjI/s1600/P4250227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9OqhbngGYI/AAAAAAAABPY/NWWuOXN-jjI/s320/P4250227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463898264256387458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess how much I spent on all these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;200++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And the freaking adorable Han Geng's stuff. No stock. ZOHMIEWTF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nehmind nehmind. It's worth it, it's worth it. I. Am. Desperate. For their first and second album. But. Too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the things there. Are. So expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet. I'm not over it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kc's quote, "OHMYGAWWDDDD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes. I'm going to continue spending my money on them. I'm going to contact them. I'm going to order more and moreeeeee. I want their bolster. Pillow. Or whatever. I want the keychain for phone. Which is 60 bucks. Okay maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have bought the mug. Nvm nvm, there is always next time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I do admire myself. :) I used my previous years of art that I drew to be paste on my folio. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll pay you if you're willing to do my anyaman or whatever knitting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I was actually shivering while English presentation. Epic failure. I couldn't actually pronounce sex properly. Which makes me feel. Retarded. Sek, ses, sex. Well, this is what you considered a person like me is retarded. Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English essay not done. Pfft. My life seems so fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The best way to lose weight is to diet.&lt;/span&gt; Do you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't want to be as hot as Megan Fox, the ideal girlfriend of every guys?&lt;br /&gt;The perception of slim is equivalent to beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the shit am I trying to say. I don't really get it. I'm slim. So it's equivalent to beauty? :P&lt;br /&gt;Perasan much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and, why do algebra even exist? I mean. What's the the point? Saya tak faham. Sangat sukar untuk faham. You faham apa saya cakap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like my Malay sucks too. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So far, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somehow hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: Cecilia, how's my blog title? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-181469577371827162?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/181469577371827162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/04/do-you-rather-run-kilometers-or-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/181469577371827162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/181469577371827162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/04/do-you-rather-run-kilometers-or-just.html' title='Do you rather run a kilometers or just sit down and eat banana?'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9PcIPB928I/AAAAAAAABRY/uwsVBVapJMc/s72-c/P4250218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-6712364598255909527</id><published>2010-04-23T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T12:16:14.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liuh Enn just burped'/><title type='text'>Over addictive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9Jn-R2pl4I/AAAAAAAABPQ/KoaAkfhCCmc/s1600/P4130145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9Jn-R2pl4I/AAAAAAAABPQ/KoaAkfhCCmc/s320/P4130145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463543617596004226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;My gay friend. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Kenny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Yong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Boon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Xiong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I don't understand why you got such weird English name. Kenny? Rogers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;10 days away from the last time I blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to dislike KFC. The worker there has got attitude problem. I don't know why. Preston's food dropped on the floor by accident and the worker stared at us and said MCB. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, do you think they feel good? Spending 10 bucks on a snack plate and purposely threw it on the floor? For god's sake, who will ever do that. He bloody walked pass Preston and said fucked up to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He glanced at us with that look. Jatuh standard. I don't know why I said that. Btw, Martin actually picked up the chicken breast on the floor and ate it. And those cheezy wedges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion, *face desk*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually told my mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY YOU KEPT ASKING ME TO DO MY HOMEWORK? YOU THINK YOU'RE MY MOM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygod. I'm such an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;She's my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, goodbye.&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/8625185590977122410-6712364598255909527?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/6712364598255909527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/04/over-addictive.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/6712364598255909527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/6712364598255909527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/04/over-addictive.html' title='Over addictive.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S9Jn-R2pl4I/AAAAAAAABPQ/KoaAkfhCCmc/s72-c/P4130145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-5141911996453483407</id><published>2010-04-13T18:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T19:27:54.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liuh Enn just blogged :D'/><title type='text'>Never say never.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S8REAFzXDhI/AAAAAAAABOM/5Fm6_c8YITI/s1600/Kyuhyun_and_Hangeng_19122009212012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S8REAFzXDhI/AAAAAAAABOM/5Fm6_c8YITI/s320/Kyuhyun_and_Hangeng_19122009212012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459563416628170258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My adorable Hankyung and Cho Cho. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to complain. In my previous post I just criticized how kids cursed and being mean to ppl. Human beings, they only see bad habits on the others but they don't see it on themselves. Best description for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so I'm currently disliking a girl and a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be really nice to you. But not like 365 days, 52 weeks, 24 hours, 60 minutes and every 60 seconds trying to act nice in front of you. Honestly. I can't. First, you don't understand humans' language. That's bad enough. I can't communicate with you. You don't understand no matter how many times I explained. Or maybe you're just born stupid. I might not be facing you in the future. But now you already crossed the line. Can you stop talking with the slang, with those few words. AWESOME, SO COOL, LAME. And stop telling me who's hot and who's not, I can figure it out myself. Your taste is really really. BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you actually walk properly? :O&lt;br /&gt;Instead of sticking out your. AHAHAAA. *censored* And can you STFU when it's time to do so? No one is talking except for you. Do you need tape on your mouth? :D Btw, the way you eat disgust me. For god's sake, you licked your fingers after you ate and wiped it on your shirt then touched me. Do you think I was blind or what? I just pretend that I didn't see anything. And stop acting around as if you're so great. In fact of that, you're the BIGGEST LOSER I'd seen. I thought I was the only one who felt that you're weird. But sadly, I just found out, it's not only me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well. Lets not talk about the guy. Cus I like him back. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If this is the last time, last thing I've to say before I die, it'll be :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God, I don't want to march anymore. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So far, goodbye.&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/8625185590977122410-5141911996453483407?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/5141911996453483407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/04/never-say-never.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/5141911996453483407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/5141911996453483407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/04/never-say-never.html' title='Never say never.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S8REAFzXDhI/AAAAAAAABOM/5Fm6_c8YITI/s72-c/Kyuhyun_and_Hangeng_19122009212012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-5938764500705026454</id><published>2010-04-09T19:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T11:50:55.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liuh Enn just burped'/><title type='text'>Thousand miles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S78TZ3N1vBI/AAAAAAAABOE/DAPFXali5_U/s1600/DSC01655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S78TZ3N1vBI/AAAAAAAABOE/DAPFXali5_U/s320/DSC01655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458102608435985426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S78NFgeJWwI/AAAAAAAABN0/0R3z36XGjok/s1600/kyung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S78NFgeJWwI/AAAAAAAABN0/0R3z36XGjok/s320/kyung.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458095661663214338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Our cute little daughter.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids nowadays are damn ganas. Vulgar. Have you ever seen them curse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You fucked up bitch, son of a Sufina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chest-ing out with flat lands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fucking flat land doing chest out and saying that you have boobs? Woah,  total fail much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is what I've seen from a form 1 girl's blog. And I was. Freaked out. You don't want to know it sounded like. There's actually more. I mean. I'm not trying to say she's bitchy or what. Don't be. Mean. Talking harshly insulting someone on your blog. I mean that's really bad. Though I'd did that to some ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there are ppl who are way meaner. You know what they said to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You know why you so sensitive? Cus this is a sensitive issue to you. :P "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean? If you don't, your brains are really working slowww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never never ever ever sit with Martin Wong on the same table while you're trying to enjoy your meal. The scene, the feeling, the taste of everything, turns bitter even if it's sweet. Le-Rynne Yam that smart ass asked us to join her for lunch. At KFC. See how she treated him. She peeled the chicken skin and went like, " Nahhh, this is for you. " And threw it on the plastic box. He's actually quite happy with it and starts eating it.  And to be honest, it's disgusting. It's like some owner feeding her dog. Btw, Martin loves loves loves cheese. Which is quite disgusting. You should have seen how he finished up two Chicken Macaroni set. ZOHHMIEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should be having lunch with her seniors. But end up left few of us, sitting there, laughing and screaming at Martin's act. I'm not being mean or sarcastic. We told him not to do that but he just ignored us. Hokay, this is what he did, you know the cheezy wedges container we ate, with cheeseee. He bloody licked it. I dunno how. Using his fingers or I don't know what. All I heard was, those two retards started to scream like mad women when everyone in the whole KFC were staring at us, and I was trying to hide under the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and, Le-Rynne bought DBSK's book. Quite nice. See how she screamed at me asking me not to bend it. So I booked Suju's book. Bought. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm Christina's Siwon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So far, goodbye.&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/8625185590977122410-5938764500705026454?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/5938764500705026454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/04/thousand-miles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/5938764500705026454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/5938764500705026454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/04/thousand-miles.html' title='Thousand miles.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S78TZ3N1vBI/AAAAAAAABOE/DAPFXali5_U/s72-c/DSC01655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-4564770118058787540</id><published>2010-04-07T17:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T18:58:33.479+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liuh Enn just farted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oops sollehhhh.'/><title type='text'>The torture of a bad conscience is the hell of a living soul.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;70th post. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Clap lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Kayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S7xXk68MbAI/AAAAAAAABNY/MVgpcnHdwQg/s1600/DSC01117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S7xXk68MbAI/AAAAAAAABNY/MVgpcnHdwQg/s320/DSC01117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457333140274834434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S7xXlPQGNbI/AAAAAAAABNg/EfFgoOOD2eM/s1600/DSC01122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S7xXlPQGNbI/AAAAAAAABNg/EfFgoOOD2eM/s320/DSC01122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457333145727022514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I look weird? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes I do.&lt;/span&gt; I couldn't even smile properly. :( My&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; eye bags&lt;/span&gt; are getting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;worse and worse&lt;/span&gt;. My face is getting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more and more retardeddd&lt;/span&gt;. ;( Fact is, I'm already retarded, and now I'm getting retarder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you learn from marching? Marching.&lt;br /&gt;What did you get from marching? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Getting&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;look darker&lt;/span&gt;. Both feet extremely pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NICHOLAS LEE LOVES BLACKS. This is so random. I'm not being racist. Or maybe I am. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nose&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;allergic&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sanitizer&lt;/span&gt;. Hand sanitizer. The school one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, I just found out, sunblock makes Cecilia and I itchy. :/ And hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, marching is the worse thing ever. So tiring. I've to wake up at 6.30 every morning. When my bed kept saying to me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Don't leave me, don't go don't go! "&lt;/span&gt; And I answered, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" I'm sorry. D: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My bed doesn't forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But when it comes to the night, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; loves me back. :D &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; forgives me every night. Hokay, why must it be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;? Cus I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not interested&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she-bed&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecilia and Su Ann kept complaining they're sick of marching, very tired, wanna rest, wanna drink something nice or whatever. Canteen &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CACAT&lt;/span&gt;. And I'm quite fed up with it. So the very smart Liuh Enn suggested, GO TO 7 Eleven. Who else can be so smart like me? As in half way marching suddenly run to 7 Eleven. How nice of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAN ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it takes quite long to walk and come back from there. So. Cecilia shall lie that she fell down and injured her legs. Su Ann should be lying that she had stomach ache, and probably going to vomit. While I, will freak out seeing both of them, one injured, one gonna vomit, and mentally broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAILED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never be as stupid as me. I drank Ribena sparkles. The gassy Ribena. And I ate mentos straight after that. Cecilia that stupid fellow lied to me my stomach will most probably explode. I sort of believe that. As in. Half of it. End up I kept coughing I spit out water. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alycia's : Kan dao ni de blaa liaoo.  [ I can see your :):  ]&lt;br /&gt;And I can't really hear what she said at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the girl standing next to me in the formation called Merican. Sadly, the very creative me changed her name into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AMERICAN&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't call that in front of her. Obviously. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sadly sadly&lt;/span&gt;, when I was replying Mei Ping's question I said,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; " Yes. Err..Merican. " &lt;/span&gt;And this is what Merican said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" MERICAN. NO A. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. My bad my bad. ;P &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why did I repeat sadly for two times? :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si Wei's currently hating one of the junior marcher in MAJU. :O I mean. Dislike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm starting to like Pn. Cecilia. She is. Considered. Quite nice lah. Boleh tahan. But maybe after I said this she will probably scream at me tomorrow. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to discipline room to get the form for taking camera to school tomorrow, from her. But the first person I saw was Pn. Mariam. And I shouted,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT'S PN. MARIAM LARR. " &lt;/span&gt;Almost ended it with, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you idiot&lt;/span&gt;. And I don't know what happened everyone starts laughing. ._. I've retarded look. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed something, Geography teachers' names are always related to bomb or pistol.&lt;br /&gt;First, Cik Phang. It sounded like, Che-chik, PANGGG!    - pistol -&lt;br /&gt;Then, Pn Mariam. Sounded like, meriam.    - bomb -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay oral test. I had hiccups. Failed. Don't talk about it.  Saya sudah tiada harapan. Maaf cikgu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Senyum saja lah! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So far, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : I don't know why the words of previous post overlapped. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8625185590977122410-4564770118058787540?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/4564770118058787540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/04/torture-of-bad-conscience-is-hell-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/4564770118058787540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/4564770118058787540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/04/torture-of-bad-conscience-is-hell-of.html' title='The torture of a bad conscience is the hell of a living soul.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S7xXk68MbAI/AAAAAAAABNY/MVgpcnHdwQg/s72-c/DSC01117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-3387891260541045532</id><published>2010-04-04T18:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T19:09:53.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liuh Enn just burped'/><title type='text'>You can't leave.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S7hw88qo1xI/AAAAAAAABNI/5kR54X8_lYc/s1600/han+geng+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S7hw88qo1xI/AAAAAAAABNI/5kR54X8_lYc/s320/han+geng+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456235140938782482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/allkpop.com"&gt;allkpop.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 class="entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Suju's Hankyung wants out because of SNSD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Chinese news site reported what seems to be a rumor about &lt;b&gt;Hankyung&lt;/b&gt;  and &lt;b&gt;SNSD&lt;/b&gt;. Long story short, the article indicated that  Hankyung’s real reason for wanting to terminate his contract was not  just an unfair contract, but mistreatment by SNSD members.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Many Korean fans are questioning whether or not this story on &lt;b&gt;sohu.com&lt;/b&gt;  was created to intentionally hurt SNSD. Sohu.com reported:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hankyung wants to leave SM Entertainment not only because  of his contract, but because of the mistreatment from other artists of  the company. It’s been reported that he has been receiving hurtful  comments from SNSD for some time. He was disregarded by people after  working very hard and developed psychological disorders.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sohu.com continued,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because of the disorders, he wanted to take a break but  they denied his request. SNSD has always been sarcastic and used satire  against him. For example, they would say to him, “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oppa! Do you think you  can look Korean by dying your hair blonde?&lt;/span&gt;” Comments of this nature  hurt Hankyung and he couldn’t take it anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;One citizen said, &lt;i&gt;“It seems like Chinese press is trying to make  Koreans look bad. This is an article that is trying to twist the truth.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So what do you think?  Is there a hint of truth in this story or is  it absolutely ridiculous?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eff you SNSD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1 class="entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SM Entertainment's official statement regarding Hankyung and SNSD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;SM Entertainment&lt;/b&gt; has been plagued with scandal after scandal  this year.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;With the &lt;a href="http://www.allkpop.com/index.php/full_story/suju_hankyung_wants_out_because_of_snsd/" title="recent report from Sohu.com"&gt;recent report from Sohu.com&lt;/a&gt;  claiming that &lt;b&gt;SNSD&lt;/b&gt; members were a main factor for &lt;b&gt;Hankyung&lt;/b&gt;  wanting to leave &lt;b&gt;Super Junior&lt;/b&gt;, SM Entertainment has released an  official statement that the report was completely fabricated.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On the 27th, SM Entertainment stated:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;“The reports regarding SNSD are completely false.  It’s  extremely disappointing and upsetting that such a report would surface  between the members of our own family.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In regards to Hankyung’s absence on the December 26th year end MBC  Music Core special:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Hankyung is currently in China, most likely it will be  difficult for him to attend year end shows.”&lt;/p&gt;&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;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hankyung is going to meet the other Suju members on 11th of April. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joyce, Jerry Yan. :P &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inside joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;So far, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-3387891260541045532?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/3387891260541045532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-cant-leave.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/3387891260541045532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/3387891260541045532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-cant-leave.html' title='You can&apos;t leave.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S7hw88qo1xI/AAAAAAAABNI/5kR54X8_lYc/s72-c/han+geng+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-3440975475693847615</id><published>2010-03-31T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:17:45.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liuh Enn just farted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oops sollehhhh.'/><title type='text'>Our friendship will never fade away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S7NTjPDE_3I/AAAAAAAABNA/twZk_BSjzik/s1600/han+geng+32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S7NTjPDE_3I/AAAAAAAABNA/twZk_BSjzik/s320/han+geng+32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454795438475771762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My freaking idol. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you. Christina told us. Some weird stuff about weird fans. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Collected their period&lt;/span&gt;, and use it to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;write notes&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whatsoever crap&lt;/span&gt; for their idol. OMFREAKINGGODDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we even planned to send ourselves to Korea. In the cheapest way. By sending parcel. :D Stuff ourselves each into a box with the *handle with care* sticker on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. I've changed my place. :D Next to Joyce. And Si Wei and Xin Yin blahs all miss me. I know I know. It's so quiet right? :P That's what Si Wei said to me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm loud&lt;/span&gt;. I know I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere this girl suddenly asked me. WHY'S YOUR SOCKS SO HIGH TODAY? O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;socks&lt;/span&gt; damn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;high&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt;? ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eff whoever that sits on my place. I wrote Han Geng's name on the table using liquid paper. And she wrote Dong Hae's with marker pen. And I cut it off. Using my liquid paper. And for so many days she ignored it. And I totally forgotten about it. I changed my place, different table. So today I went to my sit. FUCKKKKKKKKKK her. She used blue marker to cancel off everything I wrote and wrote Dong Hae's name below. Eff her eff her eff her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Actually, I sort of like Dong Hae. **shy**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Still, not as much as Han Geng mahhhh. :P I mean. She doesn't have to cancel the whole thing off right. I know I started it first. My bad my bad. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lim Jit Haw&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;idiot&lt;/span&gt; doesn't want to friend me anymore. Cus I show him the Anti-Yoona video. Not like I made it or what right. :( &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't friend don't friend&lt;/span&gt; lah! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Belated Birthday &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S7NTivn4idI/AAAAAAAABM4/gXurMM6iSOU/s1600/PB080089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S7NTivn4idI/AAAAAAAABM4/gXurMM6iSOU/s320/PB080089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454795430040209874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S7NThtJxI1I/AAAAAAAABMw/HH7jb9wzOZo/s1600/PB080106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S7NThtJxI1I/AAAAAAAABMw/HH7jb9wzOZo/s320/PB080106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454795412197155666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She puts the second picture as her profile picture on facebook. :D You know why? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She loves me. &lt;/span&gt;Trust me. She does she does. And I haven't get her anything. She still loves me. I know I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl has been so loud since the day I met her. We sat together for whole year. We crapped. We still crap though we ain't sitting together. She misses me. But I don't. HAHHH. In your face. MAMAMIAAAAA. She loves that bloody purple idiot - Barney. And I wore purple when we went out together. So she loves me. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scouts. Basketball. Basketball. Basketball. Laughter. Retarded look. Insults! This is what she ever showed, bragged, said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU MORON.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've name you idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still, stay healthy and may god bless you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Wee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Han&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Super Junior rocks. :) Even if they don't, they still rock harder than you do. At least. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stay blur and don't change&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So far, goodbye.&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/8625185590977122410-3440975475693847615?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/3440975475693847615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-friendship-will-never-fade-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/3440975475693847615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/3440975475693847615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-friendship-will-never-fade-away.html' title='Our friendship will never fade away.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S7NTjPDE_3I/AAAAAAAABNA/twZk_BSjzik/s72-c/han+geng+32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-5582337530477807123</id><published>2010-03-27T21:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T22:04:03.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liuh Enn just burped'/><title type='text'>Superman. To the rescue.</title><content type='html'>Super Junior - Made in China. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S64HXmGYvlI/AAAAAAAABMY/yi0AL6RB-6Q/s1600/han+geng+24.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S64Ih-wYPfI/AAAAAAAABMg/jxmqKFyu8-s/s1600/han+geng+24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S64Ih-wYPfI/AAAAAAAABMg/jxmqKFyu8-s/s320/han+geng+24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453305578666868210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially in love. With Han Geng. He's DARNNNNNNNNNNNNN CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;Cus I wanna watch all those Korean stupid videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Cus I want to watch all those Super Junior's videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;Cus I'm desperate to watch all those videos. I can't focus if I'm doing my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him so he must love me back! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've bought &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Super Junior M&lt;/span&gt; original VCD. But. There's only five songs. But, quite nice lahh. But.. I sort of regret. Should have buy Sorry.Sorry. I wanted to buy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Super Junior show 2&lt;/span&gt;. But, they don't have it. And Imma &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bug&lt;/span&gt; my brother bring me to 1u tomorrow. BUY IT! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out something. Super Junior's Dancing Out mv was taken in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;. OMFGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r85X9sbH0NE&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't want Han Geng to leave SUJU. :(&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so random. And I noticed this. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorry Jit&lt;/span&gt;, you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;must watch&lt;/span&gt; this. Though I know you will probably scream like some mad woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kvsi4GkGRmI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school early this morning. Skipped Pandu Puteri and went for marching practice. Epic fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to 7 Eleven to buy drinks. Then when I came back I was damn lazy to throw the bottle. So I told Su Ann I was going to throw the bottle. Somewhere. Not the rubbish bin. And I simply threw it. Then when I turned back to get it. I saw Alycia holding it. *paiseh* So I got it from her and I told Su Ann that I can shoot well. Went damn close to the rubbish bin and threw it. If it didn't get in. I DESERVE TO DIE LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su Ann had some weird disease. Trust me. She put her phone in her bag and watched the videos secretly. And laughed at her phone. As if some mad woman gone nuts. But. To me. She looked funny in a horny way. Sorrehh. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And randomly when I was playing with Cecilia's phone I showed her Han Geng's picture. With that very serious look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cecilia&lt;/span&gt;  ||  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;*shows Han Geng's picture*    *proud*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;HOT LEHHH. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eh..? OMGGGG, Super Junior's member.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yup. *superrrr proud*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OMGG, John said he's hot and good looking. :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;HUHH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*repeats*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;JOHN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeahhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Johnathan Chin said he's hot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeshhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;*proud* SEEEE! In your face. Even a guy said Han Geng's hot. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgotten what she said then cus I was too &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;proud&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Han Geng&lt;/span&gt;. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had this bet with Si Wei that day. She have to take this photo that I printed and show Ji Xian with a kind of horny look. So if Ji Xian says FUCK, I'll have to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pay her 50 bucks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously he told me he won't says fuck anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm nervous. 50 bucks. Godd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Ji Xian&lt;/span&gt;  ||&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Psst psst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;*whisper* don't say fuck don't say fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;*whisper mode* DON'T SAY FUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;WHAAA-AATT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si Wei turned and stare at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;FUCK LAHHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So far, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : practically finish watching all Han Geng's videos on youtube. 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To the rescue.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S64Ih-wYPfI/AAAAAAAABMg/jxmqKFyu8-s/s72-c/han+geng+24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-5051325446125800455</id><published>2010-03-24T17:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T19:46:21.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liuh Enn just farted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oops sollehhhh.'/><title type='text'>He's the reason that I live.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S6nmJWILnCI/AAAAAAAABMI/P85ocvmovC8/s1600/han+geng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S6nmJWILnCI/AAAAAAAABMI/P85ocvmovC8/s320/han+geng.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452141872141802530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awesome, hot, nice, cool, handsome, awesome &lt;/span&gt;guy. :D Did I just repeat awesome? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand something. Why do we add 20 marks in blardy exams? I mean. It's exams, to let teachers know our standard. How lousy or how smart a student is. I mean. Don't bloody deduct marks for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confirm getting top 5 in class. Counting from the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cus I don't study. What do you expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought Han Geng's picture to school. When I get my results, I get to look at him. Who cares if the results is poor or whatt. I mean. Whatt what do you expect? Excellent? Hell. And I thought I was going to feel better if I see his picture.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; No, I don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse part of being sad is you just can't cry out. No matter how sad you are. I was desperate to cry, no tears came out. I kept smiling, I still can joke around. But I know how I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honestly, I don't like myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Fml.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S6nj44to8cI/AAAAAAAABMA/X0Mx3w5OUr8/s1600/DSC01073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S6nj44to8cI/AAAAAAAABMA/X0Mx3w5OUr8/s320/DSC01073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452139390344688066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S6nj4f-nv-I/AAAAAAAABL4/A4J1YPnrCoQ/s1600/DSC01076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S6nj4f-nv-I/AAAAAAAABL4/A4J1YPnrCoQ/s320/DSC01076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452139383705026530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fringe still looked weird no matter what. FML. My feet are&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; bigg&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S6nj4Fd2wvI/AAAAAAAABLw/V1hRAMPQ_eU/s1600/DSC01078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S6nj4Fd2wvI/AAAAAAAABLw/V1hRAMPQ_eU/s320/DSC01078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452139376588276466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S6nx5wC6CXI/AAAAAAAABMQ/gi4R3qvqjLI/s1600/chelsea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S6nx5wC6CXI/AAAAAAAABMQ/gi4R3qvqjLI/s320/chelsea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452154798360627570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kesatria dan Chelsea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I bought a Chelsea shirt for 10 bucks! HAHHHHHHHHHH! :P&lt;br /&gt;Fine, the mouth is a bit different. Or maybe a lot. -.- Kesatria is facing the right but Chelsea faced the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S6njllil9vI/AAAAAAAABLo/y0Tapx_H0dY/s1600/DSC01049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S6njllil9vI/AAAAAAAABLo/y0Tapx_H0dY/s320/DSC01049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452139058780567282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S6njk6w6TkI/AAAAAAAABLg/-yalgNs5Ock/s1600/DSC01060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S6njk6w6TkI/AAAAAAAABLg/-yalgNs5Ock/s320/DSC01060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452139047297896002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S6njkmEJmJI/AAAAAAAABLY/4TkvxnDshcY/s1600/DSC01065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S6njkmEJmJI/AAAAAAAABLY/4TkvxnDshcY/s320/DSC01065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452139041741445266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han Geng 한경 韩庚 Han Geng 한경 韩庚 Han Geng 한경 韩庚 Han Geng 한경 韩庚 Han Geng 한경 韩庚 Han Geng 한경 韩庚 Han Geng 한경 韩庚 Han Geng 한경 韩庚 Han Geng 한경 韩庚 Han Geng 한경 韩庚 Han Geng 한경 韩庚 Han Geng 한경 韩庚 Han Geng 한경 韩庚 Han Geng 한경 韩庚 Han Geng 한경 韩庚 Han Geng 한경 韩庚&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Obsessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S6njkd_QxLI/AAAAAAAABLQ/Q_NiWHkEMvM/s1600/DSC01069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S6njkd_QxLI/AAAAAAAABLQ/Q_NiWHkEMvM/s320/DSC01069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452139039573460146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It farted right on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S6njkJy4-aI/AAAAAAAABLI/v43DMF3AeSI/s1600/DSC01081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S6njkJy4-aI/AAAAAAAABLI/v43DMF3AeSI/s320/DSC01081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452139034152860066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click to enlarge. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And hate them. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Message from marching commander :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey K marchers.. This is kar wen, pls reply me when you saw this msg to double confirm your hp num with me.. Any problem pls feel free to ask.. Thanks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do you expect me to reply?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything.. Anyway, thanks.. And you also quite&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; naughty&lt;/span&gt; like samantha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyy. Why do you have to put two fullstop for every sentence? ==&lt;br /&gt;And what do you mean by NAUGHTY? Small kid? Fine. I know I'm short, my hands are short, I couldn't hold the cardboard properly. Yes, and Samantha is NAUGHTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okayy, we know he won't see this. :) He won't he won't. What if he does? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PHARNEYYY&lt;/span&gt;. He will just probably say that I'm naughty or whatever. Fine finee. I am I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Do I know you?&lt;br /&gt;PHARNEYYYYYYYY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So far, goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : Super Girl's MV's awesome!&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/8625185590977122410-5051325446125800455?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/5051325446125800455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/03/hes-reason-that-i-live.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/5051325446125800455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/5051325446125800455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/03/hes-reason-that-i-live.html' title='He&apos;s the reason that I live.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S6nmJWILnCI/AAAAAAAABMI/P85ocvmovC8/s72-c/han+geng.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-8449491248723864902</id><published>2010-03-21T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T21:21:37.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liuh Enn just farted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oops sollehhhh.'/><title type='text'>Figure it out, yourself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S6Ya8w9jZGI/AAAAAAAABK8/7q0o-Y3-JcA/s1600-h/P3190104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S6Ya8w9jZGI/AAAAAAAABK8/7q0o-Y3-JcA/s320/P3190104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451074030216111202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;One Utama, Neway _ Giraffes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This phoootooooooo ish realleh weirdd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like myself. But I don't hate myself. My fringe is weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to 1U last Friday. Neway, Starbucks, GSC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just another pandora's box. &lt;/span&gt;Ain't nice. I thought it will be nice. I planned to watch Alice in the Wonderland 3D, but the timing is just, too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failures. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had the weirdest msg from a GUY :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a panty liner and a tampon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google search please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how rude I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marching commander said we're going to have a meet up and blahsss during the holiday. Well, today is the last day of holiday. FAILED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So far, goodbye.&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/8625185590977122410-8449491248723864902?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/8449491248723864902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/03/figure-it-out-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/8449491248723864902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/8449491248723864902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/03/figure-it-out-yourself.html' title='Figure it out, yourself.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S6Ya8w9jZGI/AAAAAAAABK8/7q0o-Y3-JcA/s72-c/P3190104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-2228269404061038097</id><published>2010-03-12T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:20:48.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just can't resist you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S585BI5NtqI/AAAAAAAABK0/wa3kBexFyLk/s1600-h/kong+zi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S585BI5NtqI/AAAAAAAABK0/wa3kBexFyLk/s320/kong+zi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449136765871699618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watched Confucius. :O I practically don't understand the whole thing. I mean. The Chinese they spoke were like. O.O Wo pu ming bai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Genting on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures below say it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S584N7TtDyI/AAAAAAAABKs/oEhQkEoYhz8/s1600-h/P3130329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S584N7TtDyI/AAAAAAAABKs/oEhQkEoYhz8/s320/P3130329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449135886051381026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S584NHcAJtI/AAAAAAAABKk/ZnoWN8gsJyU/s1600-h/P3130341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S584NHcAJtI/AAAAAAAABKk/ZnoWN8gsJyU/s320/P3130341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449135872127542994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S54roCKqKUI/AAAAAAAABKc/kcXNh_ekl28/s1600-h/P3130342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S54roCKqKUI/AAAAAAAABKc/kcXNh_ekl28/s320/P3130342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448840565941217602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S54rng1eRAI/AAAAAAAABKU/4gg8uJczl4A/s1600-h/P3130359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S54rng1eRAI/AAAAAAAABKU/4gg8uJczl4A/s320/P3130359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448840556993987586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S54rnPYV3fI/AAAAAAAABKM/84SQT1MY-Ms/s1600-h/P3130365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S54rnPYV3fI/AAAAAAAABKM/84SQT1MY-Ms/s320/P3130365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448840552308399602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S54pRJtM9GI/AAAAAAAABKE/OJDfHaf_ObM/s1600-h/P3130392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S54pRJtM9GI/AAAAAAAABKE/OJDfHaf_ObM/s320/P3130392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448837973804905570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S54pQrmLy4I/AAAAAAAABJ8/fiUGo6oCyGc/s1600-h/P3130395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5zhMToKU6I/AAAAAAAABI0/sqsh-EekmpU/s320/P3130422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448477250754859938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5zek9O22HI/AAAAAAAABIs/ReRPuzU-Vqc/s1600-h/P3130421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5zek9O22HI/AAAAAAAABIs/ReRPuzU-Vqc/s320/P3130421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448474375704991858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5zej8nEc7I/AAAAAAAABIc/Xr_9cXElSFk/s1600-h/P3130428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5zej8nEc7I/AAAAAAAABIc/Xr_9cXElSFk/s320/P3130428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448474358358242226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5zaHyPOmnI/AAAAAAAABIU/aKCMq-wClgU/s1600-h/P3130430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5zaHyPOmnI/AAAAAAAABIU/aKCMq-wClgU/s320/P3130430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448469476491041394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5zaHaclS4I/AAAAAAAABIM/kfnxtnli4bs/s1600-h/P3130447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5zaHaclS4I/AAAAAAAABIM/kfnxtnli4bs/s320/P3130447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448469470104603522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5zaGv76QtI/AAAAAAAABIE/kBT-ynvvfX0/s1600-h/P3130449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5zaGv76QtI/AAAAAAAABIE/kBT-ynvvfX0/s320/P3130449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448469458693276370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like blogging. Just a simple update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So far, goodbye.&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/8625185590977122410-2228269404061038097?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/2228269404061038097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-just-cant-resist-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/2228269404061038097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/2228269404061038097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-just-cant-resist-you.html' title='I just can&apos;t resist you.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S585BI5NtqI/AAAAAAAABK0/wa3kBexFyLk/s72-c/kong+zi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-2150375160349720284</id><published>2010-03-06T21:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T22:02:51.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exam Days by Liuh Enn D:'/><title type='text'>As if you could kill time without injuring eternity!</title><content type='html'>HARROOOOO! I'm having exams next week! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wasting my whole evening sleeping. For the past few days. Till today. And I had I dunno how many subjects that I haven't study. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And had study group for the past few days. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5JY1mXqt5I/AAAAAAAABHU/ltWm3nQ4yiU/s1600-h/DSC00900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5JY1mXqt5I/AAAAAAAABHU/ltWm3nQ4yiU/s320/DSC00900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445512577300477842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5JY1fqP44I/AAAAAAAABHM/OJcrCCvUGwY/s1600-h/DSC00902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5JY1fqP44I/AAAAAAAABHM/OJcrCCvUGwY/s320/DSC00902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445512575499363202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Please tell me Ji Xian is disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5JY1JbQcpI/AAAAAAAABHE/HqXXnsqh-7k/s1600-h/DSC00904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5JY1JbQcpI/AAAAAAAABHE/HqXXnsqh-7k/s320/DSC00904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445512569530905234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5JY0iWO1QI/AAAAAAAABG8/hjOEBa9dCWE/s1600-h/DSC00906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5JY0iWO1QI/AAAAAAAABG8/hjOEBa9dCWE/s320/DSC00906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445512559040845058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5JYS5odxrI/AAAAAAAABG0/YDFe2lsEpzI/s1600-h/DSC00909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5JYS5odxrI/AAAAAAAABG0/YDFe2lsEpzI/s320/DSC00909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445511981175785138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5JYRkOcXSI/AAAAAAAABGs/Wc7VNY55mhw/s1600-h/DSC00910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5JYRkOcXSI/AAAAAAAABGs/Wc7VNY55mhw/s320/DSC00910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445511958249626914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5JYRenfxrI/AAAAAAAABGk/46k09r4trsY/s1600-h/DSC00911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5JYRenfxrI/AAAAAAAABGk/46k09r4trsY/s320/DSC00911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445511956744095410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We the cool peepurr! :D I practically couldn't focus cus KC sitting next to me. Kept talking. But at least studied a bittttttttttttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh. I got damn addicted to Justin Bieber's - Baby. Though I dislike him. Thanks to KC. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now I'm like&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, baby noo&lt;br /&gt;I'm like&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, baby noo&lt;br /&gt;I'm like&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, baby noo&lt;br /&gt;I thought you'd always be mine&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, baby noo&lt;br /&gt;I'm like&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, baby noo&lt;br /&gt;I'm like&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, baby noo&lt;br /&gt;I thought you'd always be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Xin Yin kept singing. .|. For the next day. WHOLE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. Saya mau pergiiiiii! (&amp;amp;%&amp;amp;%$#$@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5JYQqeJ9-I/AAAAAAAABGc/e5V6rTh3trU/s1600-h/DSC00912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5JYQqeJ9-I/AAAAAAAABGc/e5V6rTh3trU/s320/DSC00912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445511942746273762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:D :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Guys are addicted to SNSD. Saya addicted kepada Super Junior. No. Han Geng. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5JYQVPU2CI/AAAAAAAABGU/LC0MnQor9Qs/s1600-h/DSC00913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5JYQVPU2CI/AAAAAAAABGU/LC0MnQor9Qs/s320/DSC00913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445511937046927394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;KFC AH PEK ISH DAMN HOT RIGHT?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You can't deny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5JXlFn9NSI/AAAAAAAABGM/O6CkcVHNWec/s1600-h/DSC00914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5JXlFn9NSI/AAAAAAAABGM/O6CkcVHNWec/s320/DSC00914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445511194120893730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5JXkoZB_vI/AAAAAAAABGE/OkidWV8H8g8/s1600-h/DSC00915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5JXkoZB_vI/AAAAAAAABGE/OkidWV8H8g8/s320/DSC00915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445511186273664754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5JXkRmEVRI/AAAAAAAABF8/BXym1hB4nSU/s1600-h/DSC00917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5JXkRmEVRI/AAAAAAAABF8/BXym1hB4nSU/s320/DSC00917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445511180154328338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5JXkJ3uK9I/AAAAAAAABF0/A3gqX999JyI/s1600-h/DSC00919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5JXkJ3uK9I/AAAAAAAABF0/A3gqX999JyI/s320/DSC00919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445511178080889810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Xian told us the escalator is faster than the lift. So we run ran run! To compare who's faster. Epic fail. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5JXjlTTYYI/AAAAAAAABFs/fSUTtiS3ix4/s1600-h/DSC00921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5JXjlTTYYI/AAAAAAAABFs/fSUTtiS3ix4/s320/DSC00921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445511168264462722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study group. Boleh tahan lar. Then Brenda told us about how her parents stuff capsule into her butt when she had fever when she's young. MUAHHH. :P And they suddenly laughed. Tortoises use their head to buttsmex you. In out in out in outtt! Okay you can never study with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sick peeps&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;你的眼神充满美丽 带走我的心跳&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your expression through your eyesight full of beauty, brought away my heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;You punya mata penuh dengan cantik, bawa pergi saya punya degupan jantung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;王力宏 Lee Hom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CACAT BETUL. -.-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I can't translate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So far, goodbye&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-2150375160349720284?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/2150375160349720284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/03/as-if-you-could-kill-time-without.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/2150375160349720284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/2150375160349720284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/03/as-if-you-could-kill-time-without.html' title='As if you could kill time without injuring eternity!'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S5JY1mXqt5I/AAAAAAAABHU/ltWm3nQ4yiU/s72-c/DSC00900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-503588069613863521</id><published>2010-03-02T20:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:05:08.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exam Days by Liuh Enn D:'/><title type='text'>12345678910 :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S40IE98PqaI/AAAAAAAABFk/G2tM0L4Kefo/s1600-h/justin+bieber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S40IE98PqaI/AAAAAAAABFk/G2tM0L4Kefo/s320/justin+bieber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444016406000544162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a fan of this guy, the picture shown on top. Press &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alt + F4&lt;/span&gt;. Or you may actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;continue reading&lt;/span&gt;. And sue me. If you're rich enough too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really really dislike him. ._. I forgotten to indroduce him. Justin Bieber. That freaking guy. With the really GAYYY voice. Even I sounded so manlike while I was talking and his music was on. I'm not being sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The science we study says,&lt;br /&gt;Adolescents reach the puberty stage between the ages of 10 - 15 in girls and 11 - 16 in boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physiological change in male during puberty :&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voice box enlarges&lt;/span&gt;, causing the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;voice&lt;/span&gt; to "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt;" and later to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deepen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweat glands begin to develop and produce smells called body odour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean. Justin Bieber is 16. Hell. This is so freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, puberty stage for girls ends at 15. O.O And I'm still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;short&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really really artistic writer of this blog is great. You just can't deny. MUAFAFAAAA! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S40HlYSJ8ZI/AAAAAAAABFc/bQOj_pY51CE/s1600-h/DSC00892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S40HlYSJ8ZI/AAAAAAAABFc/bQOj_pY51CE/s320/DSC00892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444015863315952018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this in like 2 hours. Ain't I a genius?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy doing my KH wood work on Sunday night. Till 2, midnight. With daddy! I've cried all the time cus I was so freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S40HV6otb4I/AAAAAAAABFM/htUtYlulPGQ/s1600-h/DSC00894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S40HV6otb4I/AAAAAAAABFM/htUtYlulPGQ/s320/DSC00894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444015597659451266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S40HVk9E6pI/AAAAAAAABFE/jJlJ8vkI80M/s1600-h/DSC00896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S40HVk9E6pI/AAAAAAAABFE/jJlJ8vkI80M/s320/DSC00896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444015591839296146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S40HVbom85I/AAAAAAAABE8/ujxoEGxKfb4/s1600-h/DSC00898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S40HVbom85I/AAAAAAAABE8/ujxoEGxKfb4/s320/DSC00898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444015589337527186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S40HU10lVnI/AAAAAAAABE0/IEdn2Rigfok/s1600-h/DSC00899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S40HU10lVnI/AAAAAAAABE0/IEdn2Rigfok/s320/DSC00899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444015579187205746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wood work ishh shoooo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love love love&lt;/span&gt; my dad! Though he made me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cried&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;screamed&lt;/span&gt; at him  like mad woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The papan MDF suddenly appeared bubbles all around. And my dad saw a wood and paste on it. Hehhh. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; him. :D I'm a filial daughter. See what I mean. I am I am. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And the next day I woke up. I kept crying. Again. Complaining about my life. Why must I wake up so early to go to school. And my eyes were dried. It almost dropped out. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried again before going to tuition because I was taking my nap. And my mom went to hospital to check up. So my dad is fetching me. He kept bugging me and asking me to wake up and told me I was late. When he was sitting in front of the computer doing his stuff. And didn't want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was forced. To be kicked. And pushed into the car without combing my hair or even washing my face. And kept crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I thought I was 3 years old when I am already form 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Do you see Liang Jun? In this picture. Darn cute right he. MUAHAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S40DD26yDlI/AAAAAAAABEc/m_j2r8jjXRI/s1600-h/DSC00855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S40DD26yDlI/AAAAAAAABEc/m_j2r8jjXRI/s320/DSC00855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444010889377353298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been saying hi and disturbing him since the tuition start. And he emo-ed. D: Yes yes. Peeps thought that I'm crazy. But but but.. Mun Yan talked to him too! Just that he didn't reply too. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found out something. Reproduction is the only chapter I paid attention and replied teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if you're having your period and someone rape you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You will get infection and probably get cancer due to the bacterias blahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you know you know something? Our school gave us free hand sanitizer. How clean. And the sanitizer smells like lime. The lime-ish lime. I don't really like it. Xin Yin wiped it on my face. DD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this guy from my class, Paul. Is addicted to sanitizers. Freak. He kept smelling it like as if it was a drug. Nicotine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt; || &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Paul and Ji Xian&lt;/span&gt; || &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;EHH EHHHH, how do you say the gas that's gave out from the car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Kentut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ehh, how do you say that your sistem pernafasan is blocked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Tersumbat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lameness kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I cut my fringe. :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S40DDadZ4rI/AAAAAAAABEU/3RXZuMFdWp0/s1600-h/DSC00816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S40DDadZ4rI/AAAAAAAABEU/3RXZuMFdWp0/s320/DSC00816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444010881737941682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S40DDIIVt7I/AAAAAAAABEM/qBKi4zosuag/s1600-h/DSC00837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S40DDIIVt7I/AAAAAAAABEM/qBKi4zosuag/s320/DSC00837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444010876817749938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S40DC7OJt1I/AAAAAAAABEE/VxIZg0InKVA/s1600-h/DSC00865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S40DC7OJt1I/AAAAAAAABEE/VxIZg0InKVA/s320/DSC00865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444010873352468306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S40DCu8ecdI/AAAAAAAABD8/naF9jtGroig/s1600-h/DSC00891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S40DCu8ecdI/AAAAAAAABD8/naF9jtGroig/s320/DSC00891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444010870057103826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look weird. ;( Sort of. Too short. The hair stylist didn't even ask me a single thing and straight cut my hair. My mom said it was nice. But I sense &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sarcasm&lt;/span&gt;. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;STUDYY! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know I won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, goodbye.&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/8625185590977122410-503588069613863521?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/503588069613863521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-youre-fan-of-this-guy-picture-shown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/503588069613863521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/503588069613863521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-youre-fan-of-this-guy-picture-shown.html' title='12345678910 :D'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S40IE98PqaI/AAAAAAAABFk/G2tM0L4Kefo/s72-c/justin+bieber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-7968338386983118152</id><published>2010-02-28T21:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:08:40.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exam Days by Liuh Enn D:'/><title type='text'>OH MYYYY.</title><content type='html'>Hello helloooooooo. Your blog writer ish backk! :D And this is the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;*drums roll *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;60th post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a really really weird feeling. Exams is coming. And I'm yawning. Thought of sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokayyy. I brought phone to school on Thursday. I've to. I mean. There's reason I've to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't don't take pictures when you brought a electronic squarish thing that actually can capture anything or everything even if it's terrible or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S4pygOVcfqI/AAAAAAAABD0/gVsLQ-r4A_M/s1600-h/DSC00746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S4pygOVcfqI/AAAAAAAABD0/gVsLQ-r4A_M/s320/DSC00746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443288997560090274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S4pyfWYWgeI/AAAAAAAABDk/Y8h8qXOAeF8/s1600-h/DSC00777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S4pyfWYWgeI/AAAAAAAABDk/Y8h8qXOAeF8/s320/DSC00777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443288982539895266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It proves that I'm not listening or paying attention when the book is already upside down. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S4pyfgygU2I/AAAAAAAABDs/3WZhgmL5l_U/s1600-h/DSC00758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S4pyfgygU2I/AAAAAAAABDs/3WZhgmL5l_U/s320/DSC00758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443288985333945186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But, I pay attention on this. :P Learning is a process in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, had Leo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had a bad feeling that I'm going to fail the interview. Failures just fail everything they do. Don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First interview :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to the camera and try telling us stuff that you know and think abt Leo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lion eats Octopus! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EPIC FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second interview :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFGG. I seriously speechless. The questions they asked. It's like so freaking hard. And I couldn't answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is what you get sitting next to Paik Suan. Who said she had never fail anything in her whole entire life. Blahhh. And. She had all my idea. So freagging stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S4pyCIEritI/AAAAAAAABDc/SLwuNLUDTNA/s1600-h/DSC00778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S4pyCIEritI/AAAAAAAABDc/SLwuNLUDTNA/s320/DSC00778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443288480483085010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess what Pui Li told me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paik Suan said ahh. She hated you so much cus your socks is always so low and you refuse to pull up whenever she asked you to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guess what&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMGWTF&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHARKOAYTEOW&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paik Suan kept pulling my hand and said she wanna stay with me and blah blah blahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to 7 Elven with Cecilia and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S4pyBucXdiI/AAAAAAAABDU/_6vCPly0M6s/s1600-h/DSC00779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S4pyBucXdiI/AAAAAAAABDU/_6vCPly0M6s/s320/DSC00779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443288473603110434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bread had ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S4pyBS4CfqI/AAAAAAAABDM/MbkPDV1vn_0/s1600-h/DSC00781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S4pyBS4CfqI/AAAAAAAABDM/MbkPDV1vn_0/s320/DSC00781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443288466202984098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S4pyBHr32jI/AAAAAAAABDE/MOmdUJ2miCc/s1600-h/DSC00787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S4pyBHr32jI/AAAAAAAABDE/MOmdUJ2miCc/s320/DSC00787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443288463199164978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S4pyA1dJ5tI/AAAAAAAABC8/UbkCVlJDPbE/s1600-h/DSC00789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S4pyA1dJ5tI/AAAAAAAABC8/UbkCVlJDPbE/s320/DSC00789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443288458305595090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Preston ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S4pvtiALaVI/AAAAAAAABCE/tAlHS95osEk/s1600-h/DSC00793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S4pvtiALaVI/AAAAAAAABCE/tAlHS95osEk/s320/DSC00793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443285927643015506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Furry! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S4pvtVsFLXI/AAAAAAAABB8/3E2dFJeDcio/s1600-h/DSC00796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S4pvtVsFLXI/AAAAAAAABB8/3E2dFJeDcio/s320/DSC00796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443285924337495410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good girls. :D&lt;br /&gt;We're planning to use this picture to send to Pn. Norhayati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S4pvtFnuo3I/AAAAAAAABB0/_C_-pvGu9I0/s1600-h/DSC00798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S4pvtFnuo3I/AAAAAAAABB0/_C_-pvGu9I0/s320/DSC00798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443285920024273778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Porn videos in Xin Yin's phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S4pvs0XByvI/AAAAAAAABBs/fqVkL37DoFg/s1600-h/DSC00801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S4pvs0XByvI/AAAAAAAABBs/fqVkL37DoFg/s320/DSC00801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443285915390823154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you get for calling Sher Wu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Liuh Enn&lt;/span&gt; ||&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Siwei&lt;/span&gt; || &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Xin Yin&lt;/span&gt; ||&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Sher Wu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sher Wu, Sher Wu, Sher Wu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;*walks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;527. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;EHH COME TAKE A PICTURE OF ME AND SHER WU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;*forgotten what I was going to say*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S4pvsRL3FXI/AAAAAAAABBk/2d4SkjAT6RM/s1600-h/DSC00807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S4pvsRL3FXI/AAAAAAAABBk/2d4SkjAT6RM/s320/DSC00807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443285905948743026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I closed my eyes. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now I remember what I was going to say : 725. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Imma going to study naoo!&lt;br /&gt;So far, goodbye!&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/8625185590977122410-7968338386983118152?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/7968338386983118152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-myyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/7968338386983118152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/7968338386983118152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-myyyy.html' title='OH MYYYY.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S4pygOVcfqI/AAAAAAAABD0/gVsLQ-r4A_M/s72-c/DSC00746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-6406952896792616015</id><published>2010-02-20T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:15:40.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate quotations. Tell me what you know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S3_uKVQwCuI/AAAAAAAABBQ/ZB2w4lCX37M/s1600-h/blue_spring_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S3_uKVQwCuI/AAAAAAAABBQ/ZB2w4lCX37M/s320/blue_spring_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440328736160352994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I'm depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So far, goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-6406952896792616015?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/6406952896792616015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-hate-quotations-tell-me-what-you-know.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/6406952896792616015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/6406952896792616015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-hate-quotations-tell-me-what-you-know.html' title='I hate quotations. Tell me what you know.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S3_uKVQwCuI/AAAAAAAABBQ/ZB2w4lCX37M/s72-c/blue_spring_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-5315079060561091850</id><published>2010-02-12T22:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T13:55:39.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liuh Enn just burped'/><title type='text'>Bitterness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S34mwKtXRbI/AAAAAAAABBI/88_kp_W3cf0/s1600-h/PB210023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S34mwKtXRbI/AAAAAAAABBI/88_kp_W3cf0/s320/PB210023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439828008860337586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm a bit bit bored. Okayy fine I'm just soo bored.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm lazy to find my phone and camera cables. I dunno where I left. :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Random -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There was a blind girl who hated herself just                        because she was blind. She hated everyone, except her loving                        boyfriend. He was always there for her. She said that if                        she could only see the world, she would marry her boyfriend.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p align="left"&gt; One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to                        her and then she could see everything, including her boyfriend.                     &lt;br /&gt;                    Her boyfriend asked her, "now that you can see the                        world, will you marry me?" The girl was shocked when                        she saw that her boyfriend was blind too, and refused to                        marry him. &lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p align="left"&gt;Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later                        wrote a letter to her saying..... "Just take care of                        my eyes dear." i'll always love you forever..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;She's a bitch isn't she? ;(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Random-er stuff&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=569282992"&gt;XXX&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;LIUH ENN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;i dunno you!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;BUT!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;10:43pm&lt;/span&gt;Liuh Enn &lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p id="msg_569282992_3422481864" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;10:43pm&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; XXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=569282992"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;I SAW YOU RANDOMLY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;k&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;thats al&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;bye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" style="background: transparent url(http://b.static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/z14M5/hash/a657viny.png) no-repeat scroll -638px -84px; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" alt=":D" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;10:43pm&lt;/span&gt;Liuh Enn &lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p id="msg_569282992_3694099618" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;okayyy &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="msg_569282992_3193078201" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;==&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="msg_569282992_563787470" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;btw, happy valentines and chinese new year&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="msg_569282992_3325181724" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;buhbyee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p id="msg_569282992_838720025" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;&lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" style="background: transparent url(http://b.static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/z14M5/hash/a657viny.png) no-repeat scroll -590px -84px; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" alt=":)" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;10:44pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=569282992"&gt; XXX&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;okeh! &lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" style="background: transparent url(http://b.static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/z14M5/hash/a657viny.png) no-repeat scroll -590px -84px; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" alt=":)" /&gt; same to you &lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" style="background: transparent url(http://b.static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/z14M5/hash/a657viny.png) no-repeat scroll -590px -84px; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" alt=":)" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;Somehow. I felt like a failure. I fail in everything. Life, studies, blahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;Guess what? Xin Yin and I failed for the Leo interview. Uh-huh. And the others passed. Lucky peeps. And we are getting second interview next week. Which I don't feel like it. I mean. What if we fail again. We probably look like epic failures. :( I mean. I, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;I suck. We suck. The pledging part I couldn't catch up. And I was looking at the others' lips. Like turn right and left, left and right. Well. Still. I suck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;It's not only that. I felt like I'm being stupid and retarded all day long. Problems are always around. Yet I kept smiling, laughing, trying to forget but I can't. Who knows one day I'll take some *I dunno what kind* of pills. And get high. And committed in a crime. And get into jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;So I sleep sleep sleep sleep sleep to forget. D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;God, help me. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;So far, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-5315079060561091850?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/5315079060561091850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/02/bitterness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/5315079060561091850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/5315079060561091850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/02/bitterness.html' title='Bitterness.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S34mwKtXRbI/AAAAAAAABBI/88_kp_W3cf0/s72-c/PB210023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-3936250753309032107</id><published>2010-02-12T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:25:04.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote me as saying I was mis-quoted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S3VfbMFecRI/AAAAAAAABBA/6qNSIX4R33I/s1600-h/tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S3VfbMFecRI/AAAAAAAABBA/6qNSIX4R33I/s320/tiger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437357045825040658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Huan twee twee shevern language. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Most retard thing ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay herroow to tigger! And it's CNY two days ratel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't upload those pictures taken in Melbourne. In Facebook. Cus they have bloody I-dunno what problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S3VfaK7n-wI/AAAAAAAABAw/iOMk1jt8dcc/s1600-h/DSC00687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S3VfaK7n-wI/AAAAAAAABAw/iOMk1jt8dcc/s320/DSC00687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437357028335418114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S3VfZlYrTXI/AAAAAAAABAo/wPhAdQn6Syc/s1600-h/DSC01923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S3VfZlYrTXI/AAAAAAAABAo/wPhAdQn6Syc/s320/DSC01923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437357018256723314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm a bloody hopeless lesbian. I keep Joyce's pic in my wallet. Like every second. It just stays there. Shall print, will print, printing latest pic. :D Of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she kept my pic too. In her wallet. And it was way bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought kumakuma to school! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We were both young when I first &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saw&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I kept singing that while sawing the wood during KH. And listened to how people tell me how retarded I am. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sawing skills totally. SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes are bloody dry. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I dunno how many times I used the word.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, put eyemoree! And I brought the strong super glue to school to stick the wood. And we were imagining what if I accidentally mistaken and. Poof. I'll be blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all hopeless people. That are jealous of people, that receive presents. No one gave us. ;(&lt;br /&gt;Ultimate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;act cute&lt;/span&gt; people :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lim Liuh Enn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chuah Ying Joyce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wong Si Wei&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines. " Hairy Valentines " said Si Wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'' We the emo stuff " said Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Kong hei fatt choi, lets go back earlier instead of seeing people's gift and emo " says Liuh Enn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse of the worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" AIYAAAAAAAAAA, I'll buy you guys gift after holidays kay. " said Xin Yin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she's being mean. Telling us that we won't bloody get any presents. Annoying kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to hot guys, Jia Qi fell while on the way to the hall. As in. POKAI! Like sleeping on the floor. Face facing the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeshh and I get how hot he is. Causing her to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;" Chi shi ahhh, Donghae hen hot yi sia zi de lorr! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Kong Hei Fatt Choi, Ang Pow RAI RIAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So far, goodbye.&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/8625185590977122410-3936250753309032107?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/3936250753309032107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/02/quote-me-as-saying-i-was-mis-quoted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/3936250753309032107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/3936250753309032107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/02/quote-me-as-saying-i-was-mis-quoted.html' title='Quote me as saying I was mis-quoted.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S3VfbMFecRI/AAAAAAAABBA/6qNSIX4R33I/s72-c/tiger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-6944542574644115813</id><published>2010-02-07T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:15:07.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liuh Enn just blogged :D'/><title type='text'>All I know is You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S26fEr7aoaI/AAAAAAAABAg/SF8d9cxApaI/s1600-h/DSC00758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S26fEr7aoaI/AAAAAAAABAg/SF8d9cxApaI/s320/DSC00758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435456703142994338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So cool huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HELLOWWWWW&lt;/span&gt; to my friend. :P And so this is Wong Si Wei. Who told me she's not going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Joyce smsed me. And I told her I'm not going too. Cus Siwei they all not going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah nah nahhhh. She went. Bitch ass went. And did her homeworks. I wanted to go at 11.30. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stewwwpid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking abt SNSD. Like almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S26fEBBd8WI/AAAAAAAABAY/L_6m0w0GLiw/s1600-h/yoona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S26fEBBd8WI/AAAAAAAABAY/L_6m0w0GLiw/s320/yoona.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435456691625652578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh is definitely. Not that nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Yoona is always so nice. In love perhaps. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH OH OHHHH~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Han Geng's birthday ish tomorrow. Which means tomorrow ish Han Geng's birthday. And err. I dunno. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S26fDonu-CI/AAAAAAAABAQ/0wbCAWmYs48/s1600-h/hangeng.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S26fDonu-CI/AAAAAAAABAQ/0wbCAWmYs48/s320/hangeng.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435456685075265570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ILY ILY ILY. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My kh wood work sucks like I dunno how to explain. Call it. FUGLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So far, goodbye.&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/8625185590977122410-6944542574644115813?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/6944542574644115813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-i-know-is-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/6944542574644115813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/6944542574644115813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-i-know-is-you.html' title='All I know is You.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S26fEr7aoaI/AAAAAAAABAg/SF8d9cxApaI/s72-c/DSC00758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-3992713863698535331</id><published>2010-02-02T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:10:04.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liuh Enn just blogged :D'/><title type='text'>Just so Close, Yet so Far.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eeeeeheeeeheeeeeeeeeeee. To all Form 3s, we're having &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;injection&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel. Weird. I remember we had this injection in standard 6. And I was like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I-forgotten-who&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;OHHEMMGEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;*sat on the chair*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;EHHH LIUH ENN! LEY MUN CRIED! *^*%$^# HAHAHAAAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Omg serious? HAHAHAA. What the hell wei she.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Yeah lar. She wanna cry for *I forgotten what* HAHAHAAAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Haaaahh. Useless lar she.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*injects*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Haaaahaaaaaa....      Err. Wait. Why's my hand so pain? Nvm. *looks* OMFG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeshhh. I was busy gossiping when the needle poke into my body. Arms. Muscular. Arms. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S2gernRZTAI/AAAAAAAABAI/CftMVNouphU/s1600-h/8788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S2gernRZTAI/AAAAAAAABAI/CftMVNouphU/s320/8788.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433626685047655426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S2gerQCYjzI/AAAAAAAABAA/R27Swg3zaOI/s1600-h/ants+bite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 106px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S2gerQCYjzI/AAAAAAAABAA/R27Swg3zaOI/s320/ants+bite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433626678810677042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a difference from ants bite. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. There might be weirdos. And weird things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Effing momma retards that totally need brains.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HECK HECK WE'RE HAVING INJECTION!&lt;br /&gt;*sits on the chair*&lt;br /&gt;OHHMYGOSHHHH. I'm so nervous!&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH SO PAINNNNNNN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The needles haven't even touch their bloody skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lagi retarded ppl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Injections! AHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* injection in progress *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tense*&lt;br /&gt;PIAKKKK!&lt;br /&gt;AIYAAA, you punya jarum patah. JOM MARI CARI DOKTOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;No guts, no balls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Injections? Today? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*pukes and faints*&lt;/span&gt; :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Total loser&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not going to school cus there's bloody injection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girly girls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;HUH? INJECTION AH? :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*before injection*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cries cries cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*in progress*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*CRIESS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*after injection*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*CRIESSSSS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bravo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHEHHHH, injection only mahhh. AIYAAA. Nothing one larr! So scared for what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fat ppl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AIYOOO, not pain one lar. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cus I got extra layer fats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thin ppl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*injection in progress* YESH YESH I CAN STAND THIS!&lt;br /&gt;OWWWWWW. You know it's fucking pain. I think it touched my bones. TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pros&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come, I inject myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*pokes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYAAA, wrong vein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*takes out and pokes again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYAAA, wrong one again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*repeat*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*brags*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EHHHH, ME DAMN CHUN, know how to inject for myself. Need help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;EEYERR, no thankiew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;People like me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAIYAAA, injection ah. Nothing larrr. Maybe the needle break only lor. Eh quite scary ehhh. What if the needle seriously break. Then stuck inside. How to take out. WHOA WHOA WHOA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Good luck, tomorrow will always be a better day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're scared. Two words, one sentence.&lt;br /&gt;Just cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So far, goodbye.&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/8625185590977122410-3992713863698535331?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/3992713863698535331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-so-close-yet-so-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/3992713863698535331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/3992713863698535331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-so-close-yet-so-far.html' title='Just so Close, Yet so Far.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S2gernRZTAI/AAAAAAAABAI/CftMVNouphU/s72-c/8788.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-903630073976626327</id><published>2010-01-29T18:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T19:40:35.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liuh Enn just burped'/><title type='text'>Stranded on an Island, I can swim! :D:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S2K8XPvRq4I/AAAAAAAAA_4/__7cRU15MKk/s1600-h/11842_185300707720_552627720_3387748_1887797_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432111208110074754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S2K8XPvRq4I/AAAAAAAAA_4/__7cRU15MKk/s320/11842_185300707720_552627720_3387748_1887797_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; My lips looked so purplish. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;26th January 2010. 26th January 2010. 23th January 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday Ming Han. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You looked so gigantic that I looked so tiny with my &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;purplish &lt;/span&gt;lips. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S2K8W-cX1NI/AAAAAAAAA_w/ubaZd26QgMg/s1600-h/12469_1287775762844_1483690169_775574_1136906_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432111203467384018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S2K8W-cX1NI/AAAAAAAAA_w/ubaZd26QgMg/s320/12469_1287775762844_1483690169_775574_1136906_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;27th January 2010. 27th January 2010. 27th January 2010.&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;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday Khai Chieh and Zhan Yeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you sure your moms are really your mom? :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday - Kesatria, running, marching. Main point. Looking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Su Ann has super powerss! You know she's like the I-forgotten-what-name in the &lt;em&gt;Incredible&lt;/em&gt;. We were suffering in pain yet she can run damn fast. And now I know, Cecilia doesn't only attracts Chinese,&lt;strong&gt; Indians&lt;/strong&gt; too. Aren't you proud of her? Gangster wannabee friends. Run ran run! Then we reached. And Christina bought my drinks. For free. :D This is what you called, GOOD FRIENDS. And I just found out, you can't wash your face after you sweat. I sucked in marching. As in. Yeah . I am. What-so-ever maju ke depan. And whadeeff. Cecilia kicked my. &lt;em&gt;Ass&lt;/em&gt;. Way in front of ass. In the middle of nowhere. You know. Asshole. And I shouted. End up. I kicked her. During the marchings. Then she shouted. ' I STILL NEED THIS TO REPRODUCE ONE AHHH! ' Hopeless peeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Xin Yin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Jia Qi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Si Wei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EHH EHHHHHHHH THAT DAY AH! WE SAW THAT HOT GUY YOU KNOW! I stalked him quite long ago larr. Did weird stuff in front of him summore. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;YEAH LARRR! He damn HOTT LAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Buhthen ahh. He quite short lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAIHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;SUITS LIUH ENN AND SI WEI LOR! :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yeah lah yeah lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You think you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;very tall mehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;=======&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ji Xian and Kc started to ask us weird questions like what 2 holes or 3 holes. Asked us to check summore. Conclusion : Hopeless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Too depress to talk. STFU STFU STFU. I WANNNA GO BOYS LIKE GIRLS CONCERT. D: I'll end up emo-ing in my bloody english tuition. :( :( :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So far, goodbye. :):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-903630073976626327?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/903630073976626327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/01/stranded-on-island-i-can-swim-d.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/903630073976626327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/903630073976626327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/01/stranded-on-island-i-can-swim-d.html' title='Stranded on an Island, I can swim! :D:'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S2K8XPvRq4I/AAAAAAAAA_4/__7cRU15MKk/s72-c/11842_185300707720_552627720_3387748_1887797_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-2632486080517261548</id><published>2010-01-25T14:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T14:28:33.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liuh Enn just blogged :D'/><title type='text'>Narb Cake Cheese Pie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S102FCkgCfI/AAAAAAAAA_o/URHRmXzaVmM/s1600-h/DSC00615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430556185895897586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S102FCkgCfI/AAAAAAAAA_o/URHRmXzaVmM/s320/DSC00615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PapaMamaPapaMamaaaaaaa. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Teacher confiscated my book.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;I asked her to STFU. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I didn't, obviously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I begged her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;She asked me to STFU. D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I said &lt;em&gt;dunlan&lt;/em&gt; instead of &lt;strong&gt;dulan&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;By accident.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I talked a lot during Science.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;I was transforming to different people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We saw chi. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Nothing much, just Chi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arts. Ish. Crappish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Writing is so tiring.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My art teacher is obsessed with art.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Pn. Norsila asked us to pick up rubbish. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She asked us to show her our work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;When we show her, she get pissed off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(*)U^%^^#%$#^&amp;amp;((*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;I just noticed. There's a &lt;strong&gt;^^&lt;/strong&gt; emoticon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She didn't give us that look, obviously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;And OMFG! I saw&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;S and HIS &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Boobaabaaaboooooooooo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ask me how I know his name. &lt;em&gt;I heard it when they called him.&lt;/em&gt; Last year. Or maybe &lt;em&gt;I stalked him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, it's a dog. That stay the same row as me. I mean his owner. So damn cuteee. :D I mean &lt;em&gt;the dog. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Woof!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;So far, goodbye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-2632486080517261548?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/2632486080517261548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/01/narb-cake-cheese-pie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/2632486080517261548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/2632486080517261548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/01/narb-cake-cheese-pie.html' title='Narb Cake Cheese Pie.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S102FCkgCfI/AAAAAAAAA_o/URHRmXzaVmM/s72-c/DSC00615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-5340402699445969008</id><published>2010-01-24T19:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T19:44:48.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Remedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S1wwQ3tMCrI/AAAAAAAAA_g/ONDKz1KsAGw/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430268317091498674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S1wwQ3tMCrI/AAAAAAAAA_g/ONDKz1KsAGw/s320/DSC00119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeheeheeheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gay, I'm so gayyy. I'M A GAY. :D Hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like my whole week is spent on nothing. All I did.. Is just nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't do homeworks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I gossip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just about guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hot ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow I seriously simply do my homework at least I get to pass up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my math teacher complained that I didn't seperate the books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a rakan tutor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daydreaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hell. Gossips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laughters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I probably get knock down by a car one day. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried to stop cars as if I'm vampires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Twilight type of vampires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who can stop a car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The car drove away without stopping neither looking at my hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Idiots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kesatria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a new Barbie Doll. And I bullied her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went marching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I improved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ken. :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when Siwei told me what he said to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know how she felt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heeeeeeh. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually, I wasn't in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just imagination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I left my bottle on Pn Ng's table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And ran all over the school to find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went back to my class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Pn. Lee WM scolded me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinking that I'm going to steal stuff from the afternoon session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hell. I remembered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leo's interview was HELL. FUNNY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Same group as Cecilia and GANG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lala eats oyster. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WE SERVE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That was more like WE CRAP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi Leo. Bye Leo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're just jokers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought I was really going to the ' charity ' or ' dinner ' thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So what if there's Americans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As long as I've Ken. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talked too much while teacher's teaching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pn. Margaret thought I was talking about guys with Joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I love to talk about guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I was talking about something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we even talked abt, natural phenomena. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si Wei and Joyce teached me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Begged KH teacher for wood. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Siwei and I hold hands. 180 degrees swinging. Made us. Lesbians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We played primary games. Epic failed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suckers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then Pn. Ng asked us stop holding hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We weren't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fed up of Calvin Hong, the dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who called me Ji Xian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can someone teach me how to do the writings for KH? :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cut my leg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did my homeworks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wrote my idol was Torres for civic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I noticed he looks gay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YERR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finished my karangan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm really proud of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I copy the english essay through wikipedia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I'm such a genius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to study Sejarah. To do the work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I know I won't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will force someone to lend theirs to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And copy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life's just so simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you get to copy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only I, will do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why don't you salute me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far. Goodbye.&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/8625185590977122410-5340402699445969008?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/5340402699445969008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/01/remedy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/5340402699445969008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/5340402699445969008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/01/remedy.html' title='The Remedy'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S1wwQ3tMCrI/AAAAAAAAA_g/ONDKz1KsAGw/s72-c/DSC00119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-5521795013224360329</id><published>2010-01-16T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T21:23:43.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liuh Enn just burped'/><title type='text'>Saya suka korean bands. :D</title><content type='html'>Influenced by my aunty.&lt;br /&gt;Her poster, her stories, and the series, she bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boys over &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;flowers&lt;/span&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S1G6BybU1iI/AAAAAAAAA_I/02e4L_c8b5c/s1600-h/boys-over-flowers-album.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427323565837178402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S1G6BybU1iI/AAAAAAAAA_I/02e4L_c8b5c/s320/boys-over-flowers-album.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hyun Joong. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S1G6BeqktzI/AAAAAAAAA_A/M4mrjvyWiJY/s1600-h/kim-hyun-joong-new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427323560532424498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S1G6BeqktzI/AAAAAAAAA_A/M4mrjvyWiJY/s320/kim-hyun-joong-new.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DBSK&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jae Joong&lt;/span&gt; :DD :P :/ :)&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S1G6BLzSN9I/AAAAAAAAA-4/BIuRAW7c8qM/s1600-h/dbsk+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427323555468687314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S1G6BLzSN9I/AAAAAAAAA-4/BIuRAW7c8qM/s320/dbsk+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Siwei, I don't like Xiah, suckish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And Ji Xian ish not Xiah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt; of the &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Super Junior &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427322209396312850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S1G4y1SnyxI/AAAAAAAAA-w/90aCeeMpy-Y/s320/sorry+sorry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't like Shin Dong. And I know I'm being mean. He's fat. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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;The best of the best of the best - &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Han Geng, Hankyung.&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S1G4yqxEzfI/AAAAAAAAA-o/G5VHd0Z1TCU/s1600-h/han+geng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427322206571253234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S1G4yqxEzfI/AAAAAAAAA-o/G5VHd0Z1TCU/s320/han+geng.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S1G4yEEEbmI/AAAAAAAAA-g/nTKEXD2aVLg/s1600-h/han+geng+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427322196181937762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S1G4yEEEbmI/AAAAAAAAA-g/nTKEXD2aVLg/s320/han+geng+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't quit Super Junior!&lt;/em&gt; :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll buy your album if you do.&lt;/em&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kim Ryeowook&lt;/strong&gt;. My second choice. Which is. I'm too lazy to upload his picture. &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;&lt;em&gt;Show me your love.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So far, goodbye.&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/8625185590977122410-5521795013224360329?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/5521795013224360329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/01/saya-suka-korean-bands-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/5521795013224360329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/5521795013224360329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/01/saya-suka-korean-bands-d.html' title='Saya suka korean bands. :D'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S1G6BybU1iI/AAAAAAAAA_I/02e4L_c8b5c/s72-c/boys-over-flowers-album.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-7261647960873059218</id><published>2010-01-15T18:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T18:37:17.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liuh Enn just blogged :D'/><title type='text'>Just do it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S1BBIal8axI/AAAAAAAAA98/CL1kX0xUk_E/s1600-h/hug-club-clip-art-195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S1BBIal8axI/AAAAAAAAA98/CL1kX0xUk_E/s320/hug-club-clip-art-195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426909163814677266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your socks! Pull up your socks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your hair. Pin up your hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your baju kurung. Pin up your baju kurung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girl, your finger nails are too long. I want you to cut it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know this kind of earrings is not allowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I dunno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boy, your pants is too low. Pull up now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your belt. I don't want to see this kind of belt tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why is your bra so colourful? I don't want to see that tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boy, your fringe is too long. Cut it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why are you wearing branded socks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buy the SMKDJ socks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pull up your baju kurung, I wanna see your socks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And pull up your pants, I wanna see your socks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pull up your pinafore, I wanna see if whether your panty is colour panties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your boxer ish shooo colourful. I don't want it to happen again. Don't wear it again. No colour underwears or boxers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or I will copy your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sign your name please. Thank You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Thankiew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita merupakan insan yang dicipta oleh Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah berbuat sesuatu demi kebaikan diri.&lt;br /&gt;Nasihatlah.&lt;br /&gt;Jangan marah kerana kita merupakan spesis yang sama.&lt;br /&gt;Jika ada orang yang bunuh diri. Engkaulah pembunuh.&lt;br /&gt;Bekerjasama dan bertoleransi sesama spesis yang sama ini.&lt;br /&gt;Nanti spesis yang sama ini akan pupus.&lt;br /&gt;Engkaulah orang yang menyebabkan ini berlaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know what am I trying to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off.&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/8625185590977122410-7261647960873059218?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/7261647960873059218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-do-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/7261647960873059218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/7261647960873059218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-do-it.html' title='Just do it.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S1BBIal8axI/AAAAAAAAA98/CL1kX0xUk_E/s72-c/hug-club-clip-art-195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-5741817586999574554</id><published>2010-01-13T18:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:40:34.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liuh Enn just blogged :D'/><title type='text'>I can see a really small plane on the sky with thousands of passengers in it.</title><content type='html'>Schooling is more than what I expected. Teacher changed our places today. So I sat at the first row. ._. Which is right in front of her. Like. HELL. I couldn't really see the board. As, actually I can see. Not so clear. So I told her. I couldn't see what I wrote on the board, cause she asked me out to write some stuff. End up I sat with Poh Suan. So, I can actually talk. Peeps seems to be around. But, it's in the middle, which is, hell, I can't look at the pavilion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S02fwTuSCqI/AAAAAAAAA9s/O44r6iNYaKw/s1600-h/classroom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S02fwTuSCqI/AAAAAAAAA9s/O44r6iNYaKw/s320/classroom.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426168778328246946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentation _ Epic funny. Failed. We're like failures. And end up we mixed up with other groups presentation. We threw rubbish at them. This is what you called, uneducated kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next presentation. Vandalism. I don't look like I'm trying to spoil the  stuff, and to get the money from the public phone, which I found that, I was like trying to strip and rape Poh Suan. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wrote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ubat penguat lelaki&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Along's poster&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chubby Nick &lt;3 Hong Jun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Si Wei's in love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Si Wei's the nicest friend after all. I love her more than I love you. She loves me too. And she wrote on the whiteboard &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Liuh Enn loves ** ***&lt;/span&gt;. Nice friend huh. I censored the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really having depression. My phone broke down after the trip to Australia. And my facebook couldn't upload it. Some problems. Well. DANGGG. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S02fwIWSh3I/AAAAAAAAA9k/iJHceM5QRBg/s1600-h/SGH-E210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S02fwIWSh3I/AAAAAAAAA9k/iJHceM5QRBg/s320/SGH-E210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426168775274825586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It couldn't send messages no matter what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S02fvnm3iuI/AAAAAAAAA9c/UNcLYww4TYw/s1600-h/w910i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S02fvnm3iuI/AAAAAAAAA9c/UNcLYww4TYw/s320/w910i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426168766485990114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camera quality sucks. Though 2 MP. Yeah and it broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S02fvcsnXpI/AAAAAAAAA9U/X27XzX4NlTY/s1600-h/k320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S02fvcsnXpI/AAAAAAAAA9U/X27XzX4NlTY/s320/k320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426168763557306002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to use this really lousy phone as sometimes its buttons couldn't function no matter how many times you restart it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually send my phone to fix it. Sadly, that person said we MUST be PATIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Patience is a virtue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For God's sake. I found this nokia phone but I couldn't find its charger. I totally screwed up my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually joined marching. As in. WHOAA. I suck in it. I mean. I learned that in PPR, still, I suck in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S02g2AQJ1oI/AAAAAAAAA90/uBoCCrvHtDU/s1600-h/marching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S02g2AQJ1oI/AAAAAAAAA90/uBoCCrvHtDU/s320/marching.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426169975692449410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I looked silly. I know. Still, better than cheer. I probably break my bones if I join. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Wei, no clubbing tonight larr. Your darling veryyyy busy for half of the day adi. You dowan him to die huhh. :P Mine larrr. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New target found. :DDD I don't see them. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I.Really.Got.To.Finish.Science.Notes.Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So far, goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625185590977122410-5741817586999574554?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/5741817586999574554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-can-see-really-small-plane-on-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/5741817586999574554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/5741817586999574554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-can-see-really-small-plane-on-sky.html' title='I can see a really small plane on the sky with thousands of passengers in it.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S02fwTuSCqI/AAAAAAAAA9s/O44r6iNYaKw/s72-c/classroom.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-2246670732567933670</id><published>2010-01-03T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:26:34.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liuh Enn just burped'/><title type='text'>Life is just a chance to grow a soul.</title><content type='html'>Last day, of relaxing, talking, walking, gossiping, shopping, camwhoring, watching, insulting and moreeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I can make it tomorrow. Will I be late? Or I probably cry like some retarded kids. -Not enough sleep. Or maybe what kc said is true. He dreamed that he was late and reached school at 10. And I was later. 11 something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell. Hell. Hell. HELLLL. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably say hello to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S0CZZF-H3GI/AAAAAAAAA9M/RvGEhxpNekM/s1600-h/smkdj+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S0CZZF-H3GI/AAAAAAAAA9M/RvGEhxpNekM/s320/smkdj+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422502607732595810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this. Most probably no. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S0CZYzERNqI/AAAAAAAAA9E/clB76n_8sDY/s1600-h/smkdj+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S0CZYzERNqI/AAAAAAAAA9E/clB76n_8sDY/s320/smkdj+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422502602658100898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thosai telur cheeeeeese. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S0CZYpthN_I/AAAAAAAAA88/kz6pucm4fSM/s1600-h/smkdj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S0CZYpthN_I/AAAAAAAAA88/kz6pucm4fSM/s320/smkdj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422502600146761714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that I can sleep tonight. How gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Signing off.&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/8625185590977122410-2246670732567933670?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/2246670732567933670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-is-just-chance-to-grow-soul.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/2246670732567933670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/2246670732567933670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-is-just-chance-to-grow-soul.html' title='Life is just a chance to grow a soul.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/S0CZZF-H3GI/AAAAAAAAA9M/RvGEhxpNekM/s72-c/smkdj+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-6152759973811648707</id><published>2009-12-31T22:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:07:50.523+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liuh Enn just blogged :D'/><title type='text'>It ends. The end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/Szy74mAR9SI/AAAAAAAAA80/8Nk7XYe-PgY/s1600-h/19_02_1---Autumn-Leaves_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/Szy74mAR9SI/AAAAAAAAA80/8Nk7XYe-PgY/s320/19_02_1---Autumn-Leaves_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421414632396027170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've a few things to say out before 2009 ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I thought that getting to Cengal is like the most terrible thing that happened in my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And end up I don't think so. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I adore camwhoring more that the year before, which is '08.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know what am I trying to do the starting of the year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I adore sitting next to the window staring at hot guys. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That's why I couldn't focus on my studies. :/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love wasting my parents money compare to the previous year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I felt sick of One Utama.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Retards are getting more and more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think Joyce Chuah's like a drug to me. :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She complains a lot too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I'm stupid.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Though I know I'm actually quite smart. You know. *winks*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I lost my camera. Again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And so I can get a better one. ;D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've stupid stepfathers and stepmother.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I grew taller. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't think of what to say.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy New Year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Say hello to goodbye.&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/8625185590977122410-6152759973811648707?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/6152759973811648707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-ends-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/6152759973811648707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/6152759973811648707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-ends-end.html' title='It ends. The end.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/Szy74mAR9SI/AAAAAAAAA80/8Nk7XYe-PgY/s72-c/19_02_1---Autumn-Leaves_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-3288943846604006478</id><published>2009-12-26T12:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T12:28:20.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Christmas and a Merry New Year. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to upload photos. I'm too depressed to talk. And I'm still too lazy to upload my pics. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Signing off.&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/8625185590977122410-3288943846604006478?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/3288943846604006478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2009/12/gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/3288943846604006478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/3288943846604006478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2009/12/gone.html' title='Gone.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-3278146497796491649</id><published>2009-12-13T17:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:29:30.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liuh Enn just burped'/><title type='text'>You Jump I Laugh.</title><content type='html'>I'm leaving to a country with KANGAROOS and KOALAS.. And Tasmanian and blah blah blahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. MISS ME. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Say hello to goodbye.&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/8625185590977122410-3278146497796491649?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/3278146497796491649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-jump-i-laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/3278146497796491649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625185590977122410/posts/default/3278146497796491649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-jump-i-laugh.html' title='You Jump I Laugh.'/><author><name>Liuh Enn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00750779521125346516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SkolHAMtHaI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nn21o3IRnM4/S220/DSC00671.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625185590977122410.post-147815285061917087</id><published>2009-12-10T13:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:28:48.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liuh Enn just burped'/><title type='text'>If there is no struggle, there is no progress.</title><content type='html'>I like the way I play snooker. I looked cool. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SyCChGR32LI/AAAAAAAAA8k/5ivahdPXhQ8/s1600-h/SDC11298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SyCChGR32LI/AAAAAAAAA8k/5ivahdPXhQ8/s320/SDC11298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413470257232206002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw, I don't hold the stick that way. Just that. The camera man's timing is lousy. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Msn. Joyce. :) Btw, this was quite long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Click on the picture below to enlarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SyCCINhk7aI/AAAAAAAAA8c/sXSgivrQz2E/s1600-h/PC040001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SyCCINhk7aI/AAAAAAAAA8c/sXSgivrQz2E/s320/PC040001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413469829680393634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SyCVWSiR9_I/AAAAAAAAA8s/s8vW777kym0/s1600-h/PC040004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SyCVWSiR9_I/AAAAAAAAA8s/s8vW777kym0/s320/PC040004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413490962264618994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SyCCHgfJp0I/AAAAAAAAA8U/GJ_NIvc-KII/s1600-h/PC040003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SyCCHgfJp0I/AAAAAAAAA8U/GJ_NIvc-KII/s320/PC040003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413469817590622018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SyCCHN4tDOI/AAAAAAAAA8M/XlLYBLZk3_4/s1600-h/PC040005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg-Aq4K7tk/SyCCHN4tDOI/AAAAAAAAA8M/XlLYBLZk3_4/s320/PC040005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413469812597525730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool right. *winks* ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's current quote. I can memorize. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's the same in your business, life or career. You're held back or have reverses, not because of your strengths, but because of your mistakes or weaknesses that you do not recognize and correct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those retards who tagged me on facebook with those names. You know what I mean. **** off. Lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;831. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; letters, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; words, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; meaning. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ILoveYou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Say hello to goodbye.&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/8625185590977122410-147815285061917087?l=bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/feeds/147815285061917087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellybuttonpie.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-there-is-no-struggle-there-is-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit
