<?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-35326056</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:48:32.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>illusion 7's</title><subtitle type='html'>is inlove.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>illusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835122839418193319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35326056.post-4414455275696047511</id><published>2007-03-27T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T01:58:39.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Z93dBzVywX/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Z93dBzVywX/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waiting &lt;/span&gt;patiently for that day when we&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; no longer have to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lie about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uss&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/35326056-4414455275696047511?l=x-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/feeds/4414455275696047511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35326056&amp;postID=4414455275696047511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/4414455275696047511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/4414455275696047511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/2007/03/waiting-patiently-for-that-day-when-we.html' title=''/><author><name>illusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835122839418193319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35326056.post-2926464942602671466</id><published>2007-03-22T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T05:43:39.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;RYAN IS THE SEXIEST &amp;amp; COOLEST GUY ALIVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35326056-2926464942602671466?l=x-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/feeds/2926464942602671466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35326056&amp;postID=2926464942602671466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/2926464942602671466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/2926464942602671466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/2007/03/ryan-is-sexiest-coolest-guy-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>illusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835122839418193319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35326056.post-7496985522604260082</id><published>2007-03-19T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T02:03:12.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LA LA LA.. no more thumbs.. i guess? we had a good run i suppose.. a year? i guess we havent officially split upp.. but as Kus says.. its dead. noone's writing in the blogs nomore anyways.. the thumb link is still there in my links tho. under " the best friends" if anyone's interested. in a way kus was the first to leave.. then me. jo and pei wei.. said htye feel betrayed.. and i guess.. i dont know what to do now also. dont know which way to go. haiiiss.. still be friends? go our seperate ways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; lasts &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;forever -&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/35326056-7496985522604260082?l=x-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/feeds/7496985522604260082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35326056&amp;postID=7496985522604260082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/7496985522604260082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/7496985522604260082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/2007/03/la-la-la.html' title=''/><author><name>illusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835122839418193319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35326056.post-4382944286214499799</id><published>2007-03-07T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T22:01:15.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>_|_ TINA CHONNNNGGGGG. ommmggg, shes the dumbest bitch i ever met man! shiittt - i see also wanna kill someone. LA LA LAAAA. _|_ NAH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nau hiiaa. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_|_ Rahim too. Rahim's a pussy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35326056-4382944286214499799?l=x-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/feeds/4382944286214499799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35326056&amp;postID=4382944286214499799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/4382944286214499799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/4382944286214499799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/2007/03/tina-chonnnnggggg.html' title=''/><author><name>illusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835122839418193319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35326056.post-6898106865714953149</id><published>2007-03-07T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T02:23:51.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PREVIOUS STORY WAS MOSTLY WRONG. =] it was what i heard beforeee. you know how people talk -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways ; as the "official" story goes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivian, shinling &amp;amp; adele( sorry if i misspelt shinling's name) were playing around those flats then adele fell in to the pool and vivian and shinling jumped into save her. after they saved her vivian tried to get out of the pool, shinling was still in there, she was panicing and she pulled vivian down so she could get up first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of story-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in my point of view, vivian somhow died a hero, God bless her soul. And gosh was she pretty. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35326056-6898106865714953149?l=x-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/feeds/6898106865714953149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35326056&amp;postID=6898106865714953149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/6898106865714953149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/6898106865714953149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/2007/03/previous-story-was-mostly-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>illusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835122839418193319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35326056.post-7837097912514795315</id><published>2007-03-02T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T01:10:21.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>R.I.P- vivian, God bless you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even want to know how vivian's parents are feeling right now, to have lost their daughter at such a young age, i hope God is on their side.. since vivian's parents are sueing whoever pushed her and all, crazy man- dont know how to swim stil go swimming, haiiyo ; form one only.. she must have been like, 12 or 11? i mean like daym! dont people ever learn? stop pushing yur frens into swimming pools! tht poor girl was in a coma for like, a day man. can you imagine how much she suffered? dont go near swimming pools if you dont know how to swim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: vivian got pushed in by one of her friends. another girl got pushed in aswell but she managed to survive tht day with a few scrathes and bruises. the girl who didnt pass away was my ex-classmates sister. all 3 of the girls, (the one that passed, my freind's sister and the girl that pushed them are both form1 students in my school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my condolences to vivians family and friends. i dont know your pain but im sure its really hard for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; sandy darling stop crying, you know i love you. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35326056-7837097912514795315?l=x-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/feeds/7837097912514795315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35326056&amp;postID=7837097912514795315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/7837097912514795315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/7837097912514795315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/2007/03/r.html' title=''/><author><name>illusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835122839418193319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35326056.post-4006273974449999982</id><published>2007-02-18T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T16:01:22.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I spent the morning at an old friend's grave. Flowers &amp; amazing grace, &lt;b&gt;he was a good man&lt;/b&gt;. He spent his whole life spinning his wheels, never knowing how the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; this feels, he never took a chance. Or the time to dance. I stood there thinking as I said goodbye. Today’s the first day of the rest of my life. Im gonno stop looking back, and start moving on. Learn how to face my fears. Love with all of my heart &amp; make my mark, I want to leave something here. Go out on a leadge without any net, thts what im gonno be about. I wana be running when the sand runs out. People do it everyday. they promise themselves their gono change. I've already been there, but im changin for the inside out. That was then &amp;amp; this is now. Im a new person. A brand new person. When they carve my stone they'll write these words " here lyes a girl that lived her life for all its worth. " As the cold wind blows across the grave yard I think I hear the voice of my old friend whisper in my ear.. goodbye my friend ;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; just like thatt ; gone"&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/35326056-4006273974449999982?l=x-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/feeds/4006273974449999982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35326056&amp;postID=4006273974449999982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/4006273974449999982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/4006273974449999982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-spent-morning-at-old-friends-grave.html' title=''/><author><name>illusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835122839418193319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35326056.post-117159850316574049</id><published>2007-02-15T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T20:01:43.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fuke has it been a longggg ass time since ive been here. harhar. i spent like, all last night watching Scrubs. school life wasnt as bad as i expected to be. monotonous and ass boring. but you know. everyone has that someone or those few someone[s] that keep us from taking that little peice of shinny metal and sliding it up against our wrists and then jumping off the top storey of whatever building's in range. thank GOD i have them. or i would be LONG gone. but boo. sing haw's in kuching. *sniffels. Felix is in kuching too. so is yii cheng. WHAT THE HELL IS SO NICE ABOUT KUCHING? God daym. if rather stay at home and watch channel 50. -_-" and tht, boring. hehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/1600/567111/Love%20love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/400/105404/Love%20love.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sing haw &amp; i ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school, was reletively quiet. first day without sing haw. the first of 5. errggghh! holidays started today. not a long one tho. OH WELL. i dont want holls anewaes. sunday, kus' house ( sorry if i cant make it Kus.) monday, pei weii's house. wednesdayy, stay backk.  for wei zhi's birthday thinggy, thursdayy, jess' house. annen annen... yeeaaaa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/1600/531765/DSC04884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/400/908392/DSC04884.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;friends forever ; Cally's &amp; mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the few things tht makes school-life worth it,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; friends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35326056-117159850316574049?l=x-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/feeds/117159850316574049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35326056&amp;postID=117159850316574049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/117159850316574049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/117159850316574049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/2007/02/fuke-has-it-been-longggg-ass-time.html' title=''/><author><name>illusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835122839418193319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35326056.post-116921874331090192</id><published>2007-01-19T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T06:59:03.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMFG. shit man. i dont want school to startt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: school&amp;tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: school&amp;amp;music lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:  school&amp;tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: school&amp;amp; nothing [ thank God]&lt;br /&gt;Friday: school&amp;music lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: school&amp;amp;tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: sunday school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOSH MAN! how am i EVER going to find time to do anything else? and on top of that, its p.m.b yearr. AND, i would probably have extra classes. oh my f.in gosh. pity mee! i can CRYY man. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35326056-116921874331090192?l=x-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/feeds/116921874331090192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35326056&amp;postID=116921874331090192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116921874331090192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116921874331090192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/2007/01/omfg.html' title=''/><author><name>illusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835122839418193319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35326056.post-116845677044253185</id><published>2007-01-10T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T03:51:01.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm been soo.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAZY &lt;/span&gt;recently. OKAY FINE. I'LL BLOG. SANDY, RYAN, AND EVERYONE ELSE,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i hope yur all happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; with yourselves, making me blogg&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA. jks la. my pleasure. happy yu guys are actually READING itt. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay la, so a few hrs ago was my birthday.&lt;s&gt;whooptyfckingdo.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RYAN HAS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCARRY&lt;/span&gt; POWERS MAN. like, psychic powers. heknew the amount of birthday msges i had. Scarryy. and no, he didnt go thru my phone. the answer: 58* WELL, NOOWW, its 76 ( a few people sent me twice. like once last night once later today. e.g: Wei ), but when i asked him it was 58. And tht was aboutt..like, 2? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MORNING 6:15 a.m&amp;after&lt;/span&gt;: New order- 60mph plays. It's my alarm ring tone or whattever. Anewaes, i got out of bed, talked to my mommy. Then yea, went to get ready and shitt. I WORE: a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tank-top, white jacket &amp; black jeans. harharhar. It was comfy. =) Oh, and i got up so early cos i was supposed to follow my mommy to workk. So i could go pick my frnes up from Sgs after thatt, and ofcrse la, look for my darling Chen. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/1600/486678/DSC04538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/320/184076/DSC04538.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;vanity on the way to the hospital. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the hospital: &lt;/span&gt;i had nearly &lt;u&gt;NOTHING&lt;/u&gt; to do, like, seriously. my mom went for her dumb ward-round and i just walked around. Bored the shit out of me. Walk from one end to the other. SUPPOSEDDLLYY, pei wei was going to be in the hospital. IN THE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MORNING&lt;/span&gt;, but thennn, her mom changed her mind and decidd to go in the afternoon. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boring&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://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/1600/201771/DSC04539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/400/377862/DSC04539.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;results of my boredom. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;anyways, yeeaaa. i took tht pic to show to Soon. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SMOKING IS BAD. SMOKING KILLS. DONT SMOKE.&lt;/span&gt;I HOPE EVERYONE KNOWS! no idea why people do itt. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOTE: I DO NOTT SMOKE&lt;/span&gt;. If you heard i did, yuu heard&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; wrong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THENN, my mom misscalled me(thank God) which meant it was time to go to the hospital canteen and cari her! ^^ yyaayy~~ ahahaha. AND THERE, she gace me $20 easi. HAHAHA! it aiint much, butt.. atleast i had credit? hehs, i KNOW it was for meee. Cos she uses prima. lmao. Everyone is changing to Prima noww. Wttffff. EASI NO MORE COOL? HAHAHA! okay whatever. ANYWAYS, i had matabak! is tht how you spell it? AHHA. and Milo ping. =P anyways, my mom asked me to go uy kopi-o-kosong. then i was like " okay." i had money with me, so i lanja my mom. so good horr? AHAHHAA. CHII EHH!! the people there.. so RUDE! one lady.. stepped on my foott. she loooked at me. and looked away. in my mind i was like " wtf? no SORRY? bo ka si also" BUT THEN.. you know la.. im such a good kid.. dont wanna go find trobulee.. respect also. SHE'S &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OLD &lt;/span&gt;(and fat)! hehs. crap, im soo mean. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKIPP THE RESTT OFF THEE HOSPITAL BITS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Around 11:50 am&lt;/span&gt;: mummy &amp; i went to sweet deli to pick up my birthday cake.. haha. Chocolate ice-cream. I'VE BEEN MSGING CHIN CHEN THE WHOLE DAY BYTHEWAY. AHAH. but onnly at tht point was there something worth mentioning. she asked me to bring her cake. AHHA! which i will. eventually.. =P Her &amp;amp; Jacin la, my two fav. suichabohs currently. =) love them to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LATER ON IN SGS&lt;/span&gt;: My mom dropped me at Sgs, then yeaa, i saw joanna wee. *pukes* =) PASSES BY THE F4'S TO GO TO THE TOILET. I SAW BILLYYY. withh tht look on his face. AHHA! shitt, i love tht smile of his. C= hehehe. OHH, and i went to the toilet to cari chin chen. we were supposed to meeet up there, which we did. hahaha! WHEE, she gave my my first birthday hugg. =P i didnt get to see Jacin tho, boo. i should have taken i pic with Chen. =/ daym, should have thought of thatt. Haha. before meeting up with chen i went to church tho.. lookin for sister cherry. im supposed to be starting my confirmation class soon.. oh wells. School monday thru saturday, confirmation classes on sunday. all that plus homework, tuition and music lessons? My gosh is lif going to be busy when school re-opens. Half of me is praying tht day is never going to come. The other half only wants it to come cos i get my b,day presents on thatt day. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHEN I WENT BACK TO THE CAR: &lt;/span&gt;Sing haw, ryan &amp; aaron were already in the back seat of my Lexus. haha, talking to my mom apparently. =) Friendly, they are. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN MY HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;: we watched star wars. =) Sing haw eats alot. i dont like my birthday cake. AHAHHAA. SOON AND SIM YANG CAMEE.. MARCUS CAME LATE. I LOVE MY FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no chaboh came to my birthday. How nice.. (sarcasm) not tht ryan they all arent good enough. but ONE girl would have been nice.. no comment on tht laa.. but yeaa.. some birthday. pffttss"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either way, Ryan, sing haw, soon, sim, aaron, MARCUS.. thanks yu guys. for being there for me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to eevryone else, thanks for the calls, msges, testimonails, instant msges y'know. Sorry if i ddint reply all of themm.. but yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so before i go, i shall leave you with a few pics. hehs.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/1600/161799/DSC04566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/320/151388/DSC04566.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aaron &amp; I&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/1600/554047/DSC04567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/320/554421/DSC04567.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan &amp; i&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/1600/597116/DSC04582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/320/967429/DSC04582.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan says&lt;/span&gt;: sexyy horr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meL says&lt;/span&gt;: HAHAHA. yea lo. very sexy. =P&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/1600/329063/DSC04561%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/320/928406/DSC04561%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's my party and ill be vain if i wantt to~ vaIiNnNnnnN iff i wannnnNNnTtttTtt TtooooOOO. HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;alrights, im outt. BYEEE!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SELF. I LOVE YU. HAHA&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/35326056-116845677044253185?l=x-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/feeds/116845677044253185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35326056&amp;postID=116845677044253185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116845677044253185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116845677044253185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-been-soo.html' title=''/><author><name>illusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835122839418193319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35326056.post-116695273539867140</id><published>2006-12-24T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T19:44:47.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YESTERDAY EARLY MORNING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*house phone rings*&lt;br /&gt;*bro picks up*&lt;br /&gt;comes to my room and tells me its for me.&lt;br /&gt;when i pick up the phone the dial tone is there.&lt;br /&gt;i go to my bro's room and asked him if he hung up.&lt;br /&gt;APPARENTLY, he did. before i got a chance to answer the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;either way, it was like, time to get up anyways, i soooo over slept. it was like, 8:30 and soon was supposed to pick me up at like, 9:45? we were going to jacin's house. hahaha. ANYWAYS! i misscalled soon and he called me back. then told me he was alreasdy up and would be there when he was ready. i said okay then rushed to get ready. Showered, brushed my teeth and changed, all those. Then i got Jacin's and Chen's presents and all. bla bla bla. then waiting for Soon's misscall to tell me when he was here. THN THE CALL CAME. i got into his&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;beetle&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;gay-ass car. but chen&amp; cin think its CUTE. wtf. AHHAHA. anewaes, then we called Chen to get her address and all, well, i had her ADDREESS but didnt really know where it was. then we went to pick Chen up. =) we went to her house then waited outside. Misscalled her and waited. Then she msged me going " mel, come in!" then i asked Soon to go in. he went " she asked yu to go in not me" -.-" stupid boy. AHHAHAH. then i was like " fine ! im gone" then i was starting to get out of the car then he grabbed my hand and went " no la, joking only" then drove in. haha. APPARENTLY, she was afraid of the dog. -.-" silly girl, no? hehs, jst kidding chen, if yu think tht cute dog was scarry then by all means, it must have been the scarriest dogg ive EVER seen. HAHA- aneways, she got into the backseat then we started. talking bout stuff, somehow the topic drifted to my brother. then Soon went " oh yea, talking bout your brother, i called your house just now then uyur bro pick up. i asked to speak to you then waited soo long again. then he hang up" AHHAHAHAHA. THEN THEN we went to pick up sim yang. haha. Went to his house then i went to sit at the back then he muttered something about us being crazy to wan to go out this early. But in hokkien ofcrse, hahaha. then we were going to Jacin's house but her mom was still there. then Chen ducked cos the didnt wanna be seen by cin's mom. THEN, chen didnt wanan stay cos cin;'s mom was still there so we went to yu mei to wait for Cin's mom to go. i borrowed Soon's phone and askd her when would her mom be gonee. She said she was already gone. i guess we had damn bad timing. HAHA. anyways, Soon &amp; sim ate dim sum. FLIES LIKE THEM. =D then then, Soon &amp;amp; chen started kek-ing me. -.-" i got pissy then i ddint wanna talk to them liao. I jst kept quiet. then Chen was asking me why why WHY i was soo pissed. didint asnwer her. jst kept saying nothing. ahahah. Then soon was like " whats wrong?" then i jst didnt layan him. Chen said to sim " yu mor suai yu ask her" AHAHAHAHAHHAHA. funny also them, suai or not im still nto gono answer. 0=) UNLESS, its *cough* hehs, =) then we got back into the car. chen tu lan me laio since i wasnt answering her. that was one quiet ass car ride. AHAH. but we all got over it after awhile. BECAUSE YOU YOU JACIN, IM ADDICTED TO DENG DAII! EIIYER. continous playing on my phone i tell you. OHHHHHHHHHHH. SOME ASS HOLE STOLE MY JACKET AND STARTED WEARING IT. HAHAHAHAHAHAH. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/1600/102005/jacket..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/320/520030/jacket..jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and there he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/1600/110726/jacket2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/320/91084/jacket2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and there he is again! AHHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looks bad when he wears it. =( Chen agrees. I bet hes gono kill me for putting these pics up. EVEN THOUGH YOU CAN SEE HIS FACE. *cough, Soon Jayren* AHAHAHHAHAHAHA. okay hes gono kill me for tht sentence.&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://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/1600/272776/DSC00463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/320/510818/DSC00463.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jasper, Soon, Sim yang, Jacin and chen. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHH!! SOON SINGS GOOD GIRL SONGS. =) Jacin sings so nice man. siiao. Chen too, but she didnt sing much. =) paiseh i guess. SIM YANG LIKES PLAYING WITH LIL KIDS. =D then we karaoke-ed for awhile again. then Jasper went to his room with adreena for "Sleep" HAHAHAHAHAHA. then it was lunch time so Cin, chen &amp; i went up to her room to order food. for the 3 of us -only-. 0=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/1600/657287/DSC00464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/320/480578/DSC00464.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacin, Chen &amp; i. first pic ( of the 3 of us) for the day. AHAHAHA. Jacin was the one who wanted to be vain. AHHAHA! for once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/1600/855185/DSC00482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/320/954966/DSC00482.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my darling hugging me. hehs! love her lots. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/1600/256686/DSC00527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/320/634806/DSC00527.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and a super fair boy who likes pink. ( just like me) SOON LIKES WEARING PINK. =D HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/1600/24428/DSC00493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/320/983338/DSC00493.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they made me do it? HAHAHA!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/1600/980469/Copy%20of%20DSC00015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/400/869079/Copy%20of%20DSC00015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me being jacin. HAHA! =p only people who know her would know why... but yea. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/1600/403614/DSC00542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8092/3927/320/544433/DSC00542.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we have the same necklace. =p cept her's is pink and mine is black. hehs! this was after all of them leftt. hehe. love yu Cin. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finish. this has been the LONGEST ever. haha!&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/35326056-116695273539867140?l=x-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/feeds/116695273539867140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35326056&amp;postID=116695273539867140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116695273539867140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116695273539867140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/2006/12/yesterday-early-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>illusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835122839418193319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35326056.post-116663203242482622</id><published>2006-12-20T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T08:27:12.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FRIENDSTER. HAHAHA. ohmygosh, soooo many fcked up friendster profiles right now. there WAS lena's. Now there's abby's. AND THERES MISS JANE TOO. but whoever made the miss jane one DAMN jobless la. its like.. soooo long.. and like.. YEA. WTF. funny shit la. i think the link is www.friendster.com/mrsjane IFFF im not mistaken. hahaha. Seriously, tht profile FUNNY. cos like.. someone write SOOO much shit, which is like.. real-ish. And for Lena's... fck the person who made it la.. Lena is not horrid or whatever fck again. Stupid jobless fcker. HOR LENA HORR? same goes for the person who made Abby's.. the babies thingg.. tht was fcked up man. yu should like, go see a psychiatrist. o.O did i spell that right? awh fuke it. Imagine if more of these friendsters popped up. I sure as hell hopes nth comes up for me. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, lucks to every girl out there. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35326056-116663203242482622?l=x-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/feeds/116663203242482622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35326056&amp;postID=116663203242482622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116663203242482622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116663203242482622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/2006/12/friendster.html' title=''/><author><name>illusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835122839418193319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35326056.post-116641811004402746</id><published>2006-12-17T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T21:01:50.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess whose back, back again. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELISSA IS BACK FROM MALAYSIA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35326056-116641811004402746?l=x-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/feeds/116641811004402746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35326056&amp;postID=116641811004402746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116641811004402746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116641811004402746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/2006/12/guess-whose-back-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>illusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835122839418193319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35326056.post-116600204149634071</id><published>2006-12-13T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T01:27:21.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THAT NIGHT, like, yesterday? mutherf*cker! Since im in malaysia, and like, i have to come to coffee bean to get online, and i cant go a day without online-ing, (sad, i know) but yea, i was here.. with my cousin. Trying to go online then like, couldnt connect for some reason, then when i finally did connect, my lap top went out of battery. what the fcking fck. LOL. THHAAATT pised me off. it was late already anyways, likee.. err.. 10 plus. so i waited awhile for my cousin. Finished m double shot expresso then went back to the hotel room. The next mornin right, Harry Potter was on.Watched abit then went out. Came home(back to the hotel) harrypotter was stil friggin on. SAME EPISODE. Funny also. maybe its all malaysian tv plays. HAHAHAHA. but either way i find it funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, apparently, 78 was abby. 69 was, her and her friends i suppose. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for them( excluding abz cos she appoogised and had the guts to tell me it was her): fuck you all. ham ka chan. Jobless mutherfckers. i say liao, you got problem you come find me face to face. Tell me nia, date and time. =) i boh tai ji come meet you. i got phone number also. Mobile&amp;amp; house, i got MSN. what more yo want me to have? kns la. Pokkai zhaii. _|_ yuu all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35326056-116600204149634071?l=x-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/feeds/116600204149634071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35326056&amp;postID=116600204149634071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116600204149634071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116600204149634071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/2006/12/that-night-like-yesterday-mutherfcker.html' title=''/><author><name>illusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835122839418193319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35326056.post-116568290742247877</id><published>2006-12-09T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T08:48:27.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Mel/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Mel/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span colour="grey"&gt;Forget his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;name&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span colour="grey"&gt;forget his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span colour="grey"&gt;forget his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span colour="grey"&gt;forget his&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kiss.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;forget his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huggs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span colour="grey"&gt;forget our&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sweet embraces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span colour="grey"&gt;forget our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;times&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;forget the lyrics to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our song&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;forget the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;presents&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span colour="grey"&gt;forget the&lt;s&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tears&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span colour="grey"&gt;forget the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;future we promised each other.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span colour="grey"&gt;forget our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;romance&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span colour="grey"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forget our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span colour="grey"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span colour="grey"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span colour="fuchsia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;iloveyou; this is true. but you love her instead of me, that's also true.. &amp; that's where it hurts the mostt. you'd think it'd be over by now but, truth is, im not even close to being over you.. truth is.. i wish i was standing in her shoes..&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span colour="grey"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span colour="fuchsia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; perhaps someday, if i wait long enough, my prince will come find me again, perhaps someday, my true prince will come and take me &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span colour="grey"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span colour="fuchsia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/35326056-116568290742247877?l=x-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/feeds/116568290742247877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35326056&amp;postID=116568290742247877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116568290742247877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116568290742247877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/2006/12/forget-his-name-forget-his-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>illusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835122839418193319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35326056.post-116568110859451162</id><published>2006-12-09T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T08:18:28.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i think, 69: is soo overr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, jhappy belated birthday Chick boy. ;) f.y.i: Chick boy is Billy Shim. HAHA. Chick boy, Cheeky boy, China boy, hokkien lang, Chick sniper, whatever you wanna call him. ITS STILL HIS BIRTHDAY! =p well, it was. this blog came a LITTLE late. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im watching phat girls. fucking hell. sooo funny. It's aboutt.. fat girls. =p makes me happy im a " skinny bitch" HAHAHAHAHAA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35326056-116568110859451162?l=x-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/feeds/116568110859451162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35326056&amp;postID=116568110859451162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116568110859451162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116568110859451162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/2006/12/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>illusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835122839418193319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35326056.post-116558459536430239</id><published>2006-12-08T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T05:38:43.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to 69: &lt;/span&gt;okay so, maybe my picture tells you, im a drag queen who likes bad make up and let smy grandmother do my make-up. But what does your comments say about you huh? you, beig to scared to use your real name instead of a number. You, dissin other people in their blog when it clearly states " if you dont like me click the "x" on top of the screen" or cant you read? can you only write snooty comments? And so what if my grandmother does my make up? i still stand by my decision, i will let her. I will alwyas standby it, cos family is more important than fashion. So what if it doesnt look great atfer she does it? The thought that counts? she tried? AND, classic, traditionla. 50's&amp;30's. i think its cool. if you think its weird then, whatever, fuck you. You blind? in the pic, my nose dosnt look red at all. Maybe, you've been lookin in the mirror the whole time. =) be sure you're writing and lookin the correct place okays? So kindly please fuck off? AND, as i have said before.. "keep your make up tips to someone who wants them, maybe, YOUR grandmother?" So please, do so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dense ignorant bitch. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35326056-116558459536430239?l=x-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/feeds/116558459536430239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35326056&amp;postID=116558459536430239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116558459536430239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116558459536430239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/2006/12/to-69-okay-so-maybe-my-picture-tells.html' title=''/><author><name>illusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835122839418193319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35326056.post-116556055010972131</id><published>2006-12-07T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T22:49:10.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoever write those f.in comments, could you like, just show yurself? scared apa? and PLEASE la, dont use 78, its my friend's number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Jacin didn't write those comments, someone's trying to frame her. Cin's not tht mean. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35326056-116556055010972131?l=x-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/feeds/116556055010972131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35326056&amp;postID=116556055010972131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116556055010972131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116556055010972131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/2006/12/whoever-write-those-f.html' title=''/><author><name>illusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835122839418193319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35326056.post-116552386101448156</id><published>2006-12-07T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T12:37:41.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh and, on a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;totally different&lt;/span&gt; note, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;happy birthday Denice&lt;/span&gt;! lovee yuuu. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know im the first one to wish yu happy b.dae &amp; give you a b.dae hugg.  =p yu were at Jc's till past mid-night. So yea. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEAT YOU TO IT JON.&lt;/span&gt; yu too Elwin. =p &amp;amp; you Michelle. HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35326056-116552386101448156?l=x-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/feeds/116552386101448156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35326056&amp;postID=116552386101448156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116552386101448156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116552386101448156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-and-on-totally-different-note-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>illusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835122839418193319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35326056.post-116552353420872521</id><published>2006-12-07T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T12:32:14.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh hey, people who are dissin' me in my own blog, fck off la, pleasee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to: 69&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even if my grand mother did my make up&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? i have no problems with that.. id probably let her? what? With age comes wisdom you know.. she'd probably do it like, really wel.. experience? hello...? THINK. you have a brain, probably. =) do you have some unaddressed issues with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOUR&lt;/span&gt; grand mother? Cos maybe you should go talk to her.. Since you seem to look down on grand mothers.. whats your problem? did she not love you enough? Beat you? what? y'know, whatever. I dont care. AND, apakan, i like the eyeliner, thats why i use it? Duh..? It's body shop, my fav. one? i ddint like Loreal so.. like, whatever? Keep you make up tips for someone who wants them? Maybe like.. YOUR grandmother? -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to: 78&lt;/span&gt;, whats up with all this grand mother stuff kan? you all have unresolved issues with your grand mothers is itt..? And, i ask you la, you ever seen a drag queen or nott.. ? you KNOW what a drag queen is or not? I.. dont think i look like a drag queen, i know, that you're probably trying to sound smart and all, thinking of the worst insult.. but.. please? wtf? drag queen? i dont look like a man and i dont dress like.. them? ANDD, I never said in my blog i was prettier than wei zhi, and so? i never said was prettier than wei zhi.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;le beh zhai, le mai kong la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to: 69&amp;amp;78&lt;/span&gt;, use your names la, scared what? I'm going to hate you? hate you then hate. You so obviously hate me already. Why wanna be all two-faced, cowardly and all? you both REALLY need to talk to yur grand mothers mann` obviously got some issues with themm..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35326056-116552353420872521?l=x-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/feeds/116552353420872521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35326056&amp;postID=116552353420872521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116552353420872521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116552353420872521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-hey-people-who-are-dissin-me-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>illusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835122839418193319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35326056.post-116540886290225109</id><published>2006-12-06T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T04:41:02.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GuItAr PhR3AkZzZ  ....BoRn oN StAgE AnD BoRn fOr sTaGe!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;Hey.&lt;br /&gt;  GuItAr PhR3AkZzZ  ....BoRn oN StAgE AnD BoRn fOr sTaGe!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;  GuItAr PhR3AkZzZ  ....BoRn oN StAgE AnD BoRn fOr sTaGe!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;cant stop lookin at ur blog&lt;br /&gt;  GuItAr PhR3AkZzZ  ....BoRn oN StAgE AnD BoRn fOr sTaGe!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;Lolz&lt;br /&gt;  GuItAr PhR3AkZzZ  ....BoRn oN StAgE AnD BoRn fOr sTaGe!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;pretty&lt;br /&gt;  GuItAr PhR3AkZzZ  ....BoRn oN StAgE AnD BoRn fOr sTaGe!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHAHAHAHAHA. Calvin. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35326056-116540886290225109?l=x-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/feeds/116540886290225109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35326056&amp;postID=116540886290225109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116540886290225109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116540886290225109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/2006/12/guitar-phr3akzzz.html' title=''/><author><name>illusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835122839418193319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35326056.post-116540422251916859</id><published>2006-12-06T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T03:23:42.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp; honestly, you're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; i want for Christmas. I dont care &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where &lt;/span&gt;i am.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; im doing. as long as its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Doing it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;with you&lt;/u&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/35326056-116540422251916859?l=x-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/feeds/116540422251916859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35326056&amp;postID=116540422251916859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116540422251916859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116540422251916859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/2006/12/honestly-youre-all-i-want-for.html' title=''/><author><name>illusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835122839418193319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35326056.post-116540385952303274</id><published>2006-12-06T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T03:17:39.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My gosh. =/ i know im spending my chrismas with him. But, i just realised, its the first time i wasnt spending it with kus for the past few years. =/ Jul's cant come back to Brunei, cos hes got exams and all. So kus &amp;amp; family are going to K.L. damn. *sniffels. I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU WOULDNT LEAVE ME KUS?! thumblestiltskins? tripleJ m square? JM square? APA INI HUH? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35326056-116540385952303274?l=x-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/feeds/116540385952303274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35326056&amp;postID=116540385952303274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116540385952303274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116540385952303274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>illusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835122839418193319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35326056.post-116538363846850221</id><published>2006-12-05T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T01:14:23.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I guess the previous blog was just to blow off some steam. :) pay no attention to it? (thy broke up) HAHA. anyways, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Christmas is coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. :) &amp; im going to spend it with the guy i love the mostt. what more could i ask forr? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt; in this world could make me feel better. =) I wish Wenn was here too though. WHY DID YOU GO TO PENANG? *sniffels. I had nearly the BIGGEST shock when i knew that Wenn was Soon's lil sister. HAHA. Anyways! i have no idea HOWW im going to spend Christmas, i only know its with him, and thats all that matters to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: he doesnt know i love him. and im sure as hell hes not going to see this before Christmas. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35326056-116538363846850221?l=x-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/feeds/116538363846850221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35326056&amp;postID=116538363846850221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116538363846850221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116538363846850221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-guess-previous-blog-was-just-to-blow.html' title=''/><author><name>illusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835122839418193319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35326056.post-116212396354027542</id><published>2006-10-29T03:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T04:12:43.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haisx.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dear diary, &lt;s&gt;and i DONT want to believe that he actualy truly loved her. i.. dont want to. i wont. id hate him for it. id hate him for lying to me, id hate him for breaking his promises. And im sorry if i broke mine, i never meant to hurt him.  I did love him, i swear thats true. If he only trusted me, if he only knew.. i dont understand itt. So i wont try. One of my freinds said.. " omg. their togehter? that wrong. no wait, not wrong, REALY wrong" and she jst kept saying.. " i thought she was your friend? how could she do this to you?" and yea, how? why? how could he, how could he just forget about me? Zhen me hui kai shi dui ta you gan juee? What did she do, that i never did? Love himm? you know i did. Be loyal to him? That's rich. i dont think so. Well, maybe she will. i doubt itt. And i dont think he'll be reading this.. cos.. noone ever does. You're like my own diary. My "friend" whose always there whenever i wanna blow off some steam. No oner every understands. Nooner ever listens. thats why i like you best. :) anwyays- i was hating him for abitt.. honestly i was. but i jst thought to myself, why? why should i? i did those stuff to him before. And thats how he justifies doing it to me now. He can keep telling himself, its okay. Keep telling himself, i ddi it all to him, and that i never loved him, i wonder, does he, honestly,  know how wrong he is? I write him a poem, but i tore it all up and then i threw it away. Whats the point? Writing for someone who thinks i never loved him. I was planning to give it to him when i gave him our anniversary present. And yea, im that sad, i bought it already. I bought him a present, like, 7 months in advance. (i boguht it like, 2 weeks ago) i wasnt planning to be with him again, i was planning to keep things the way they were, i was planning to get over him. Plan, failed. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dear diary, i lost a friend today.&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/35326056-116212396354027542?l=x-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/feeds/116212396354027542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35326056&amp;postID=116212396354027542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116212396354027542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/116212396354027542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/2006/10/haisx_29.html' title='haisx.'/><author><name>illusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835122839418193319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35326056.post-115994044635042425</id><published>2006-10-03T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T22:40:46.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i have absolutely NO IDEA, why im stressing bout this Weng Heng-Tan thing. MAYBE, its because Heng is my friend, MAYBE, its because so is Tan. MAYBE, im just a ke-po bitch. Wonder wonder. :) but either way, it's all retarded because both of them think of eachother as pussies. Tan thinks he's " pittying" Heng by not fighting with him and Heng thinks Tan is.. something not very nice. :) And i know Tan&amp; Hong are probably pissed cpos i hung up on them, i was pissed aswell. I called Tan to the back flats and he was all " oh, im in pasar. You come here la, bla bla bla. " Pissed me off. I told Heng he didnt wanna come and he went " What? He scared ah? Dont care ahh? " And i was like " He's at pasar man. You better not let him hear you say that. He beat you up ahh. " then Heng was all " i scared meh?" and im like " you should be" ahh shit, i should like i bimbo with all the "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; likes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;" and " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;was all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;" 's. Shit. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;-end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35326056-115994044635042425?l=x-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/feeds/115994044635042425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35326056&amp;postID=115994044635042425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/115994044635042425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/115994044635042425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/2006/10/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>illusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835122839418193319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35326056.post-115978475054414779</id><published>2006-10-02T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T03:25:50.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NIC! I WILL &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; EVVEERRR FORGIVE YOU. :D &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/35326056-115978475054414779?l=x-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/feeds/115978475054414779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35326056&amp;postID=115978475054414779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/115978475054414779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/115978475054414779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/2006/10/nic-i-will-never-evveerrr-forgive-you.html' title=''/><author><name>illusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835122839418193319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35326056.post-115969885779896370</id><published>2006-10-01T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T03:34:17.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm feeling,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; nostalgic&lt;/span&gt; right now. HAHA. It's all bout last year, shit. All those good times. Effing miss them man. JANE, i miss you. :( &lt;s&gt;Tee, remember..  our first.. &lt;/s&gt;wait. Forget you. :D But hey, the past is gone. But im still living in my precious memories. December twelve, that gorgeous November morning in my classroom, it was the day i went to K.l, it was a thursday. It was one if the best days of my life. lmao. ALL GONE. Memories. :D The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bananas&lt;/span&gt;; Manda, Desmond, Tee, Marcus, Pei Wei, Jane, Nadiah.. haisx" what happened to that? what happened to.. us? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Bent&amp;brokenn&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-fin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35326056-115969885779896370?l=x-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/feeds/115969885779896370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35326056&amp;postID=115969885779896370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/115969885779896370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/115969885779896370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/2006/10/jane.html' title='Jane'/><author><name>illusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835122839418193319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35326056.post-115969577930649872</id><published>2006-10-01T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T03:11:30.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ian's reply to last post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa: did you see the blog?&lt;br /&gt;Ian: ahah! yea.. since when Ian become sexy? pui pui pui pui pui pui pui pui!&lt;br /&gt;Melissa: since today.&lt;br /&gt;Ian: lolz. =,=&lt;br /&gt;Melissa: Nice right?&lt;br /&gt;Ian: Nice nice :P&lt;br /&gt;Melissa: ;)&lt;br /&gt;Ian: $#@%^$!@$#@%&lt;br /&gt;Melissa: what?&lt;br /&gt;Ian: OMG! I FEEL DOWN FROM THE CHAIR =,=&lt;br /&gt;Ian: ZZZZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;Melissa: GHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA. OMG. YOU IDIOT. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;Ian: =,=&lt;br /&gt;Melissa: but how?&lt;br /&gt;Ian: i wanna push push go back then fell down. z.z&lt;br /&gt;Melissa: omg, like lil kid arh yu, dono how to sitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHA. :D He's so funny sometimes. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;huggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;number7; Melissa-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/35326056-115969577930649872?l=x-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/feeds/115969577930649872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35326056&amp;postID=115969577930649872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/115969577930649872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/115969577930649872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/2006/10/ians-reply-to-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>illusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835122839418193319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35326056.post-115969412188696339</id><published>2006-10-01T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T02:15:21.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;IAN [AYNZ] IS SO SEXY. :D &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/35326056-115969412188696339?l=x-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/feeds/115969412188696339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35326056&amp;postID=115969412188696339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/115969412188696339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/115969412188696339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/2006/10/ian-aynz-is-so-sexy.html' title=''/><author><name>illusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835122839418193319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35326056.post-115967542010753461</id><published>2006-09-30T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T21:03:40.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;woots;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you're 17 man. hahaha. Good luck in everything. you know i love you. &lt;3&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35326056-115967542010753461?l=x-7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/feeds/115967542010753461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35326056&amp;postID=115967542010753461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/115967542010753461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35326056/posts/default/115967542010753461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-7.blogspot.com/2006/09/woots-happy-birthday-jc-youre-17-man.html' title=''/><author><name>illusion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835122839418193319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
