<?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-11041816</id><updated>2012-02-17T06:57:00.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my fairytale..</title><subtitle type='html'>Ever wondered what happened after a fairytale lived happily ever after............
This is my fairytale and this is the story after happily ever after.........</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shak</name><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>371</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-5318966152666696245</id><published>2012-01-26T16:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T16:13:44.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thru it all</title><content type='html'>Happiest kid on earth! I have never been so contented in my life for quite some time and for a long period of time. But here the time came and make me happy, way beyond i've ever been. In a year so many things has happen. Relationships broke apart, friendships were challenged, drama grew and love became stronger each day. But through it all, I know I could always count on that one person who has always been there for me thru it all. I am glad that I found you along the way. I am blessed that is for sure. Always and Forever my dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-5318966152666696245?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/5318966152666696245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2012/01/thru-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/5318966152666696245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/5318966152666696245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2012/01/thru-it-all.html' title='thru it all'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-2102368182500067350</id><published>2011-12-08T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T23:19:08.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Guardian Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8wLPqNtfqD8/TuDUzFlNTBI/AAAAAAAABFc/33dx1acS4dU/s1600/tumblr_lvj576DxfF1qb1r6ho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 239px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683776703878220818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8wLPqNtfqD8/TuDUzFlNTBI/AAAAAAAABFc/33dx1acS4dU/s320/tumblr_lvj576DxfF1qb1r6ho1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Distance might be the reason that we don't see eye to eye at times, but Boo it will never be the reason that keeps us apart. He's mine and I want that to always stay the way it is. Everyday he is getting chubbier and gaining more weight but I do still love him the same way I first fell for him. He is really perfect in my eyes. He might still be a little naive and innocent and childish at times, but those are the things that made him, HE! The one I am proud to call my boyfriend. The one that grabs me every time I try to run away. The one that carries me down the staircase when I complains. The one that hugs could make you feel better right after. You really an angel sent from Heaven above. ♥♥♥&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/11041816-2102368182500067350?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2102368182500067350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-guardian-angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/2102368182500067350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/2102368182500067350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-guardian-angel.html' title='My Guardian Angel'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8wLPqNtfqD8/TuDUzFlNTBI/AAAAAAAABFc/33dx1acS4dU/s72-c/tumblr_lvj576DxfF1qb1r6ho1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-5636367194328684170</id><published>2011-06-19T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T23:18:35.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So many things in store!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fq_d7CtthYM/Tf4SMyFdSnI/AAAAAAAABEk/PA4twJ7TSj4/s1600/IMG_4952.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fq_d7CtthYM/Tf4SMyFdSnI/AAAAAAAABEk/PA4twJ7TSj4/s320/IMG_4952.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619949395817351794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I just came back! I miss everything. Blogging here especially, so many things to say and share, but it'll take days to write in details. So 'll just say what I have in store... Gonna be leaving again in a week time to HONG KONG! and i'll be getting ready for so many performances in a couple of weeks and lastly I'm planning a camp for the end of the year. I can't wait to jump into the busy schedule and gain so many experience! Woo Hoo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-5636367194328684170?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/5636367194328684170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-many-things-in-store.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/5636367194328684170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/5636367194328684170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-many-things-in-store.html' title='So many things in store!'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fq_d7CtthYM/Tf4SMyFdSnI/AAAAAAAABEk/PA4twJ7TSj4/s72-c/IMG_4952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-8473651786591003120</id><published>2011-06-07T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T23:55:03.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More work need to be done.</title><content type='html'>I won't run anymore, if there are any miscommunication, i'm gonna stay till we figure it out. If you're not here, i'll come down and search for you and try to understand things together. Cause now, all we need is each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-8473651786591003120?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/8473651786591003120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/06/more-work-need-to-be-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/8473651786591003120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/8473651786591003120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/06/more-work-need-to-be-done.html' title='More work need to be done.'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-7908950836453027343</id><published>2011-05-29T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T22:19:16.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overboard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O1Evz_WmP2o/TeJRPm00CzI/AAAAAAAABEQ/cCik0VsPimQ/s1600/IMG_3394.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/-O1Evz_WmP2o/TeJRPm00CzI/AAAAAAAABEQ/cCik0VsPimQ/s320/IMG_3394.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612137414219008818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WxanE3Ym77Y/TeJRPbcfZlI/AAAAAAAABEI/jgP_dvDs5is/s1600/IMG_2592.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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WxanE3Ym77Y/TeJRPbcfZlI/AAAAAAAABEI/jgP_dvDs5is/s320/IMG_2592.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612137411164202578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We used to be close, now we are just far apart, further than we first started. Can we do something, anything at all to go back where we were from before? Because I miss it. I don't like being awkward and embarrassed in front of you guys anymore. I can't even smile sincerely nor can i be all comfortable anymore, and it sucks. Cause things were just going up and now it's bottom and on the rocks...  now I am lost and confuse in making things better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-7908950836453027343?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/7908950836453027343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/05/overboard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/7908950836453027343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/7908950836453027343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/05/overboard.html' title='Overboard'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O1Evz_WmP2o/TeJRPm00CzI/AAAAAAAABEQ/cCik0VsPimQ/s72-c/IMG_3394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-3363389994876037653</id><published>2011-05-07T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T01:02:45.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever is over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had our time and now it's up. At least it is, for now. I don't know what is in store for my future, so whatever happens, happens. You told me you don't bother about me anymore, but you did. You said everything we had meant nothing, but it did. Yeah, my heart broke when you told me to leave, I stayed, wanting so bad to let you know that if you stayed a little longer things were gonna turn out differently. Convincing wasn't enough anymore. I was never doing enough. We were just two people at two different point of our life and we were chasing for two very different things. I don't blame you, but I blame us. Things were getting too straining for the both of us. We never wanted to be strangers again, but we had to, just so we could save ourself from a drowning ship. I'm sorry I let you slip down the list of priorities. I never regret the things we had and the things we shared. I'll treasure every single one of them, even if they don't mean a thing to you. So many things left unsaid, I wish I had someway to say all those unsaid words. It hurts a whole lot to know that you're with someone else when you could be with me. It just hard to accept that I can't be around you anymore, she better be treating you good. I'll always be here for you need someone. This ain't a movie and you can't come with me, so I really do hope, she's treating you right. This is gonna be the last time I'm ever gonna say it, I love you Alif, the bunny that kept on hoping I wish you the best at everything, I hope you'll stay happy always keep hop hop hoping! I'll always be here for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tqup_hdFnCc/TcV4hRL81fI/AAAAAAAABD4/-IbcEUAqbgU/s320/Alif.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_5604017824276993522" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;‎" I'll always remember that our paths aligned for this period of time and I'll be thankful for that and I hope wherever you are, you'll be thankful too." - strangers again.&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: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&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: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/11041816-3363389994876037653?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3363389994876037653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/05/forever-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/3363389994876037653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/3363389994876037653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/05/forever-is-over.html' title='Forever is over.'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tqup_hdFnCc/TcV4hRL81fI/AAAAAAAABD4/-IbcEUAqbgU/s72-c/Alif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-2806503949801526620</id><published>2011-05-06T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T00:25:04.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm losing aren't i?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-2806503949801526620?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2806503949801526620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-losing-arent-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/2806503949801526620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/2806503949801526620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-losing-arent-i.html' title='I&apos;m losing aren&apos;t i?'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-2504176156933869916</id><published>2011-04-30T16:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T16:36:31.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking away with disappointment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-2504176156933869916?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2504176156933869916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/04/walk-away-with-disappointment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/2504176156933869916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/2504176156933869916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/04/walk-away-with-disappointment.html' title='Walking away with disappointment.'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-4691087079283008566</id><published>2011-04-28T21:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T21:10:54.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to be an option anymore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-4691087079283008566?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/4691087079283008566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-dont-want-to-be-option-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/4691087079283008566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/4691087079283008566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-dont-want-to-be-option-anymore.html' title='I don&apos;t want to be an option anymore.'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-8979312482529027347</id><published>2011-04-25T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T20:58:33.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shot at love</title><content type='html'>Within relationships, we need to understand that it's not all fun and games. Sometimes we'll go through tough times, that will deliberately push us to our limits to our breaking point. It's not that we want it to happen, it just does. All we can ever do is fight for what we have. Don't let it slip away easily, because you'll never know that what you've got right now may be the best you'll ever see. Show them how much they worth to you, show them that you're not ready to let go, show them that you're not ever gonna let go. Even though you may be going through the downhill stage in your relationship, always remember to fight. It's the effort that counts. Remind them why you love them, remember the time s you were at your happiest. Bring back those memories to where you made them last. The butterflies, the smiles, the love. All you can ever do is prove to them how much you love them. Don't let go easily, bring back the joy into your relationship. This relationship is worth too much to throw away. Make it last and always remember that it's worth it when it for a shot at love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-8979312482529027347?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/8979312482529027347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/04/shot-at-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/8979312482529027347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/8979312482529027347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/04/shot-at-love.html' title='Shot at love'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-7682090215526431473</id><published>2011-04-23T21:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T21:02:14.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will wait everyday till you are mine again. I will die everyday till you are mine again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-7682090215526431473?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/7682090215526431473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-will-wait-everyday-till-you-are-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/7682090215526431473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/7682090215526431473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-will-wait-everyday-till-you-are-mine.html' title='I will wait everyday till you are mine again. I will die everyday till you are mine again.'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-1674251187301838353</id><published>2011-04-10T15:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T15:29:08.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't give up on you even if you're giving up on me. I'll teach you how to love again. I'll fill you up with happiness once again. I promise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-1674251187301838353?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/1674251187301838353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-wont-give-up-on-you-even-if-youre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/1674251187301838353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/1674251187301838353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-wont-give-up-on-you-even-if-youre.html' title='I won&apos;t give up on you even if you&apos;re giving up on me. I&apos;ll teach you how to love again. I&apos;ll fill you up with happiness once again. I promise.'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-583601533169337532</id><published>2011-04-03T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T00:07:27.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please be there</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 2px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 2px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: none; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilewithglee.tumblr.com/post/4284758741" class="permalink" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 2px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 2px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: none; font-weight: normal; "&gt;I saw you smile today. You were hiding behind it. There was still that sadness in your eyes, from the incident. I hope you’ll find that happiness once again. And your smile will be back, the one that is full of joy. The one that I used to know so well. I miss that smile of yours.&lt;/a&gt; I actually just miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-weight: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 14px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 14px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-583601533169337532?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/583601533169337532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/04/please-be-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/583601533169337532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/583601533169337532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/04/please-be-there.html' title='Please be there'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-7615816662632944378</id><published>2011-03-28T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T00:04:35.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 months is too short</title><content type='html'>Ten months just flashed in front of my eyes, feelings and emotions grew within one another. I am very proud to be in such an amazing production. It was our show, our moments, our memories. No one can ever take that from any of us. We saw how every person grew through out the moments. We were on one roller coaster that went up and down but at the end of the day we got through it stronger than before. For the ones that could not hold on, well I hope you'll get another chance to be in such an amazing musical like ours. We are a family with a strong bond that no one could ever break. I love you guys bits and pieces! It might be over but the family is not. I really hope to make more memories and moments with every one of them. WEST SIDE ALL THE WAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-7615816662632944378?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/7615816662632944378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/03/10-months-is-too-short.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/7615816662632944378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/7615816662632944378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/03/10-months-is-too-short.html' title='10 months is too short'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-938601284182478559</id><published>2011-03-19T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T02:56:09.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Something about the way you look in my eyes, you make everything so damn easy, that I don't got to worry about a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we touch, all I can see is the image of us, sitting by the ocean, just before the dusk. Sipping on a juicebox, with sand between our toes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;This is the part when we say we're in love and the part where we have our first kiss, but this ain't a movie, I know you can't come with me. You got your life, she better be treating you right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Just tell me you don't love me. Tell me you don't feel the same way that I do. Tell me I don't make you smile like I do when you walk in the room.&lt;br /&gt;You're so hard to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;This hurts so much, to know that you're with someone else when you should be with me. It's just hard to accept that I can't be around. She better be treating you good. I'm no Einstein but I know a sign when I see one&lt;br /&gt;And I know you love me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/11041816-938601284182478559?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/938601284182478559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/938601284182478559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/938601284182478559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-love-you.html' title='I love you'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-5940508384190691345</id><published>2011-03-15T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T23:17:50.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The boy who sees things better through the camera lens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OWdeWp7V4oQ/TX9yRhQLl6I/AAAAAAAABDw/WtDuhNxnONs/s1600/IMG_8368.JPG"&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/-OWdeWp7V4oQ/TX9yRhQLl6I/AAAAAAAABDw/WtDuhNxnONs/s320/IMG_8368.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584307708272285602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This boy here, he made me fall in love with him. I don't know how but he did it but I am still here in love with him. 8 months has past YES, i do love him. I don't think I'll ever find the way to ever stop it. He never fails to make me smile. At the end of every night we'll just end up smiling or laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We said our goodbyes on the 14 of March. We still do love each other but things were just going haywire and it was getting too much for anyone to handle. I wish I was never here ever. He was my sun every morning, he was the perfect thing to end every night. Now, there is nothing... But I told him that I was going to be strong here, waiting for him to come back, no matter how long it takes. I can't really promise anything. But I'll try my best, for him. Honestly I could not bring myself to put down the phone when we were suppose to, I just wanted it to last, hoping that you'll change your mind, cause once that phone was down I'll never know when it'll be you ever again on the other end of the line with your voice saying "HEY!", but it never came and I had to say those words that I hate in the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You raise me up back when I'm pushed down, you believed in me when no one didn't. You were my strength, my reason to wake up the next day. But like the saying, when you love someone you gotta let them go, and if they come back than they are yours to keep. So, please come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s ~ I'll never stop loving you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-5940508384190691345?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/5940508384190691345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/03/boy-who-sees-things-better-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/5940508384190691345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/5940508384190691345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/03/boy-who-sees-things-better-through.html' title='The boy who sees things better through the camera lens'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OWdeWp7V4oQ/TX9yRhQLl6I/AAAAAAAABDw/WtDuhNxnONs/s72-c/IMG_8368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-6709339423034680787</id><published>2011-02-22T21:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T21:05:55.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He’s amazing. It’s unbelievable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: normal; font-size: 30px; line-height: 32px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;With one word, he can brighten up your day and instantly put a smile on your face. When you’re talking to him, there’s literally no where else you’d rather be because just talking to him could be one of life’s greatest joys. He may not be the smartest guy in the world, but he’s smart enough to know how to get inside your head and take over your heart. He might not be the handsomemest either, but he has a face that matches his heart and a smile that will send you to heaven. Every little flaw he has doesn’t matter because every one of them just add up to perfection. When he’s hurt, it not only breaks his heart but you can feel yours ripping in two because seeing him unhappy will make you want to yell at the world because someone like him, someone so amazing, should not have to cry. You’ll want to be there by his side to protect him from every harm and to show everyone how special he really is. I’m telling you, he’s the kind of guy that you only hear about in movies and books, the kind that every girl spends her life searching for. And you want to know the best part of it all? I’ve found him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-6709339423034680787?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6709339423034680787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/02/hes-amazing-its-unbelievable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/6709339423034680787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/6709339423034680787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/02/hes-amazing-its-unbelievable.html' title='He’s amazing. It’s unbelievable.'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-5268885247569939828</id><published>2011-02-05T12:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T12:51:26.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He completes ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TUzXB8DWDmI/AAAAAAAABDg/CliJchuxk3g/s1600/30056_393883518069_538783069_3963460_857653_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TUzXB8DWDmI/AAAAAAAABDg/CliJchuxk3g/s320/30056_393883518069_538783069_3963460_857653_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570063267450457698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love him and only him. His smile makes my day, even if he don’t do anything he makes my day. I’ve yet to call him mine and he have yet to call me his, but it’s okay. Knowing he is going to be at the end of the line is amazing enough. He’ll never know but my heart was jumping for joy when he called me when I was out with my friends. I was smiling hearing his voice. When he move away my hair, my heart was doing cartwheels. Cause at that moment he was mine, and no one could take that away. I’m going to change for him, cause I can’t live with myself seeing him hurt. I want him smiling every time and I want to be one of his source of happiness, because he is to me. I’ll put down just everything just to see him even for a moment, cause having him completes me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.S: Took his photo from his profile. :)&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/11041816-5268885247569939828?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/5268885247569939828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/02/he-completes-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/5268885247569939828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/5268885247569939828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/02/he-completes-me.html' title='He completes ME'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TUzXB8DWDmI/AAAAAAAABDg/CliJchuxk3g/s72-c/30056_393883518069_538783069_3963460_857653_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-3211996004215675428</id><published>2011-01-16T17:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T17:55:43.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby please don't runaway.</title><content type='html'>A breeze just came and go. And it was your scent. I miss you so bad. I miss hugging you, i miss when you look at me and start smiling. I really miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-3211996004215675428?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3211996004215675428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/baby-please-dont-runaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/3211996004215675428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/3211996004215675428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/baby-please-dont-runaway.html' title='Baby please don&apos;t runaway.'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-2411350810110310294</id><published>2011-01-15T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T22:48:53.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm missing you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I miss everything about you. Your random text messages, indicating you misses me, your unexpected hugs when we meet. I miss your laugh, your eyes, your smile, your voice, your habits, your adorable hair, your everything really. One mistake messes up everything, and it's nearly 3 days since I last hear anything from you. And oh how I miss you oh so dearly. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Can we &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "&gt;Just run away,&lt;/span&gt; b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "&gt;ack to yesterday, where we were safe that night. Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px; "&gt;ou got me begging Baby please don't go. If I wake up tomorrow will you still be here? I don't even know if you feel the same as I do now. If you leave, I'm gonna find you. Now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;I'm thinking about you, thinking about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;Thinkin about us, what we gonna be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt; Do you miss me at all... I wish you do. I hope you have not found a replacement during the "break"... I never could let you go, I never did. I said it out of anger, cause I was tired of us fighting, but I'm never tired of us. I miss us, I miss you. I'm still here waiting, please let me know you're still there.&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/11041816-2411350810110310294?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2411350810110310294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-missing-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/2411350810110310294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/2411350810110310294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-missing-you.html' title='I&apos;m missing you'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-6462257217738933561</id><published>2011-01-11T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T20:30:07.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reblog worthy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pMqzH2yZ014?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They look super adorable please... I wanna make videos like this... This totally reblog worthy!!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-6462257217738933561?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6462257217738933561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/reblog-worthy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/6462257217738933561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/6462257217738933561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/reblog-worthy.html' title='Reblog worthy!'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pMqzH2yZ014/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-5126374657158367491</id><published>2011-01-11T20:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T20:58:13.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi 2011!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TSxRa-XEaQI/AAAAAAAABC0/WUoS-RI9ekc/s1600/IMG_4891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TSxRa-XEaQI/AAAAAAAABC0/WUoS-RI9ekc/s320/IMG_4891.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560909163753924866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So long since I last updated. Ok so well 2010 has left and we have 2011 here now! YAY!!!! 2010 was a real roller coaster ride! But i will never change any of them. They have made me stronger, and i think a better person. I don't know really bout the better person part. I made lots of new friends and I some have even left... What can I say, people come and go, but the real people that I always need will always stay! Yay to that! 2011 please be amazing... With the musical, upcoming shows and lots of other things I really totally can't wait, I'm seated and buckled up, ready for the ride! So 2011 BRING IT! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-5126374657158367491?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/5126374657158367491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/hi-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/5126374657158367491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/5126374657158367491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2011/01/hi-2011.html' title='hi 2011!'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TSxRa-XEaQI/AAAAAAAABC0/WUoS-RI9ekc/s72-c/IMG_4891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-7931200421805858253</id><published>2010-12-30T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T13:28:28.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're out the storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TRwWQVvPgCI/AAAAAAAABCk/lsD9V-_TstI/s1600/IMG_3525-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TRwWQVvPgCI/AAAAAAAABCk/lsD9V-_TstI/s320/IMG_3525-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556340510237360162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember all those people who said... You pushed me away, the next time you come back you'll realize the mistake you did and I won't be there anymore...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I won't be one of those people ever. You pushed me away once, but that doesn't mean I'm going anywhere. You just needed your space, cause I know things were not good back than. But I know at the end of the day things were gonna work out soon enough between us. And it did. Hearing your voice at 1.52 am reassure me we're out of the storm. You're my buddy the best boy friend I always needed. Nothing gonna change that. Love you lots buddy boy! I'm so happy again. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-7931200421805858253?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/7931200421805858253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/12/were-out-storm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/7931200421805858253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/7931200421805858253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/12/were-out-storm.html' title='We&apos;re out the storm'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TRwWQVvPgCI/AAAAAAAABCk/lsD9V-_TstI/s72-c/IMG_3525-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-8738411201589562203</id><published>2010-12-26T10:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T12:17:13.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words are just words, hope you'll believe them cause it's taken down from deep under.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TRavCk5xm5I/AAAAAAAABCc/Ozk-1P2rL1w/s1600/troop%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TRavCk5xm5I/AAAAAAAABCc/Ozk-1P2rL1w/s320/troop%2B016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554819649208687506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I say and do things I don't mean usually, leaving people hurt in the process. I'm reading back all the text messages you gave me. I meant it when I said I'll always be here for you if you ever need me. You are one of the amazing thing that has happen to me in 2010. I love you with all my heart. I guess I went a little to far this time round. I don't know what I can do or could do. I'm a girl with nothing to my name and no one else to blame. I never meant to hurt you or made you sad. If I could take it all back, I would.I told you I wasn't perfect. I make lots of blunders lots of mistakes. I really would do anything at all, anything to earn your precious trust. I love you Muhammad Alif. And I swear I'll do anything, anything at all to get us back where we were, before the storm. And I swear even if it is the last thing I'll do. I'll fight for you to the very end. Even till my last breath I would. Cause i know you're worth fighting for. Words here are hard to believe, the only thing I can do now is to prove to you with the things i do. I'M SORRY MUHAMMAD ALIF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-8738411201589562203?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/8738411201589562203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/12/words-are-just-words-hope-youll-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/8738411201589562203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/8738411201589562203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/12/words-are-just-words-hope-youll-believe.html' title='Words are just words, hope you&apos;ll believe them cause it&apos;s taken down from deep under.'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TRavCk5xm5I/AAAAAAAABCc/Ozk-1P2rL1w/s72-c/troop%2B016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-3664693124120272698</id><published>2010-12-19T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T20:40:32.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A great friend for Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TQ38BZYgacI/AAAAAAAABCQ/FF6ZugxjZzY/s1600/IMG_3533-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TQ38BZYgacI/AAAAAAAABCQ/FF6ZugxjZzY/s320/IMG_3533-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552371016541432258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The two boys I can always count on for a listening ear. You guys are amazing. It's so amazing how one night can do wonders to someone relationships. I got so close to him only last night, 18 December 2010. We spent 3 hours at East Coast McCafe. drinking coffee and talking bout so many things. We even came up with our own lists of people and the grade they are in! It was great fun I won't lie. Omg "Matt", I didn't thought I would ever get this close to you ever. Hahahaha! Thank you for listening to my Rants and Wants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-3664693124120272698?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3664693124120272698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/12/great-friend-for-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/3664693124120272698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/3664693124120272698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/12/great-friend-for-christmas.html' title='A great friend for Christmas!'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TQ38BZYgacI/AAAAAAAABCQ/FF6ZugxjZzY/s72-c/IMG_3533-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-2817891917750467127</id><published>2010-11-29T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T23:00:11.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm counting on you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Now I’m about to give you my heart, but remember this one thing. I’ve never been in love before, so you gotta go easy on me. I heard love is dangerous once you fall you never get enough but the thought of you leaving is not so easy for me. Don’t hurt me, desert me, don’t give up on me. Don’t use me. Or ever take advantage of me and never make me sorry I ever counted on you. I u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;nderstand that I’ve been here before, thought I found someone I thought I finally could adore but you kinda failed my test, you got to know her better and I wasn’t the only one anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I really hope you understand, that if you wanna take my hand, you'll put yours over my heart and I'll promise to be careful from the start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I trust you're in love with me. Very carefully, I've never been so vulnerable.&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/11041816-2817891917750467127?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2817891917750467127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-counting-on-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/2817891917750467127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/2817891917750467127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-counting-on-you.html' title='I&apos;m counting on you'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-6714902634740686857</id><published>2010-11-28T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T21:15:05.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's in a million pieces</title><content type='html'>I want to be the only girl you're in love with,  I want to be the only girl you give goodnight kisses to, I want to be the only girl you cuddle with feeling each other warmth, I want to be the only girl you hug and hesitate to let go every time. I want to be the only girl that you'll be proud of every time you point at across a room of crowded people. I want to be the only girl that has your whole heart  and not parts of it. I want to be the only girl you say you're in love with and mean every single part of it. I want to be the only girl that sees you for you, and accepts it. No matter how good or bad, I want to be the only girl that could see that you shine more than the brightest stars in the cloudless night sky. But, I guess for now I can't be that girl. Cause your heart is in two places and i don't think i can do anything about it. Why do you have to be so right, but so wrong at the same time. My heart's in a million pieces, cause now I know that the girl i knew is ceasing to exist anymore. If i could wish for anything, I would just wish you won't be in love with someone else, and also not have anyone waiting for you. But the only thing I could do is to do what i think is right. And just be ready and strong to face anything that comes along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-6714902634740686857?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6714902634740686857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-in-million-pieces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/6714902634740686857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/6714902634740686857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-in-million-pieces.html' title='It&apos;s in a million pieces'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-2378852531263581558</id><published>2010-11-27T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T22:18:20.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my diamonds in the rough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TPEPiJqfQII/AAAAAAAABCA/yrmrtTgCy2Y/s1600/IMG_1742-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TPEPiJqfQII/AAAAAAAABCA/yrmrtTgCy2Y/s320/IMG_1742-pola.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544229695653888130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This are two of the most important boys in my life. Asraf and Faiz. I know I only know them this year, but they really have taught me so much. A whole lot, I won't lie. Can both of you make up and be friends again. Cause I don't like being the middle person between you guys. Both of them made me realize that things are not what it seems like all the time. That surprises are always around any corner. And miracles can happen anytime, especially when you least expect it! So no more fights between both of you, no more jealousy happening between one another. Just know that besides all of this jealousy, fights, you guys are awesome together. So stay being that, and stay being the diamonds in the rough. Cause you boys are just amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-2378852531263581558?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2378852531263581558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-diamonds-in-rough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/2378852531263581558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/2378852531263581558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-diamonds-in-rough.html' title='my diamonds in the rough'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TPEPiJqfQII/AAAAAAAABCA/yrmrtTgCy2Y/s72-c/IMG_1742-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-7135691082221610323</id><published>2010-11-19T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T00:27:17.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's up to here.</title><content type='html'>If I told you one thing i loved about you, I would be lying because I can't say I love one part of you and ignore the rest of you. I love everything about you and to say that i love only one things ignores the beauty of your whole soul. I love everything about you the good and the bad, its every part of you that makes you who you are. And to say i love only one thing ignores your whole existence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-7135691082221610323?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/7135691082221610323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-up-to-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/7135691082221610323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/7135691082221610323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-up-to-here.html' title='It&apos;s up to here.'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-1876461930302392787</id><published>2010-11-14T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T23:53:39.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For ALIF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 18px; "&gt;"i’m scared i won’t add up to your expectations. i’m not perfect, i’m not gorgeous, i don’t have the prettiest smile or the most banging body. i’m not going to be cute every second of the day &amp;amp; i’m not always going to look my greatest. i’m not always going to know the right thing to say &amp;amp; the right time to say it. i am very emotional &amp;amp; i do have pretty bad moodswings. i usually over react over dumb little things &amp;amp; cry over nothing. i’m afraid i won’t add up to that girl you used to love, but i am willing to try my hardest. i get jealous but that only proves that i care enough not to lose you. i make assumptions &amp;amp; i will argue until i get my point across. i’m impatient, insecure &amp;amp; at times, selfish - &lt;em&gt;but i’m trusting you with something that i know you can break.&lt;/em&gt; i’m going to trust you with everything i’ve got &amp;amp; put my heart out for everyone to see. i’m going to accept you for the person you are &amp;amp; love you for the person you help me to be. so if you choose to love me, then love me for me - for who i am, for what i hope to become, for the drama that you’re going to have to go through &amp;amp; for the flaws i come with."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-1876461930302392787?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/1876461930302392787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/11/for-alif.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/1876461930302392787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/1876461930302392787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/11/for-alif.html' title='For ALIF'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-6658611961834524904</id><published>2010-11-07T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T00:26:47.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets</title><content type='html'>How do you stay mad at someone without feeling guilty? It's so interesting how i can never stay mad at him. Why do you have to be just so sweet? Seeing you outside waiting, for me, how do you stay mad with that kind of person? And when you grab my hand when I'm trying to be angry with you, it just melts away every single anger, unable me to continue with the wrath. It's amazing how we got this far...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-6658611961834524904?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6658611961834524904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/11/secrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/6658611961834524904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/6658611961834524904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/11/secrets.html' title='Secrets'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-83529584927270889</id><published>2010-10-31T20:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T21:08:06.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's say it's true</title><content type='html'>I'm in love, for the very first time. It's scary cause it's like being in a foreign land where I don't know anything at all. Of all flings that happened that never went anywhere, I see us going somewhere. I fell in love with a boy that sat in front of me in Burger King during Singapore Special Day that was on the 9 August. I've known him for 2 months. I know 2 months ain't long, yeah it's kinda Cliché and all, but really, i am in love with him. He's patient, sweet and I do think he's perfect, just perfect. I would't ever change a thing at all. We do fight, bicker and disagree on a daily basis, but I love him and that'll never change.(We're all hypocrites at this age. But right now&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;b&gt;I really mean it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.) He likes to rub his tummy when we're in public, it's adorable but annoying sometimes. When he removes stray hairs off my face, i feel as though i'm in some kind of movie. When we're together, he's always stuck to me and I like that about him, it's like right there at that very moment, I'm the only thing that is important. I ain't too sure why but i like to run my fingers through his hair. Somehow, he never fails to bring out the best in me. I'm glad i found him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;MUHAMMAD ALIF I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-83529584927270889?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/83529584927270889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/10/lets-say-its-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/83529584927270889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/83529584927270889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/10/lets-say-its-true.html' title='Let&apos;s say it&apos;s true'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-2849031875216859956</id><published>2010-10-31T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T20:09:41.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All those issues.</title><content type='html'>I've been writing again, and it feels so good. So that kinda explain why this blog has been neglected. All interesting things has all been jotted down in a book, so I guess I ain't actually losing anything at all. Want to know what has been happening in my life?? Wanna?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Showchoir: I'm in a freaking advertisement! Not tryna gloat or any stuff like that. I'm just so proud of myself gotten chosen for the ad. My vocal coach said I'm improving. So YAY! Dec 17 esplanade show. Please everyone do come down. It's at the concourse. FOC!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School: Joined a G-Shock watch competition. It's not that bad really. I'm don't expect mine to win but I'm just in love with it. More projects and assignment this semester, and sometimes I do feel like I'm drowning nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-2849031875216859956?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2849031875216859956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-those-issues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/2849031875216859956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/2849031875216859956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-those-issues.html' title='All those issues.'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-5700044813024886043</id><published>2010-09-21T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T00:13:17.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BESTFRIEND MY BETTER HALF</title><content type='html'>You are my best friend, my better half who usually knows anything that is going on. Now that you've got new friends, I'm left at the back. You are sweet, nice, understanding and everything anyone would want in a friend. You used to be there when I needed you, and I was always there when you needed me, maybe not always, but I always tried to be there. We banter a whole lot, but we know at the end of the day nothing is gonna break us apart. It was like it was just yesterday, we went out with the Drama kids, and from than on we just know we'll be best of friends. I pulled you to join Showchoir and now we're like always doing things together. I was usually jealous of how confident you were, not afraid of showing yourself to anyone. Than later on I found out that you were just like me, hiding behind something that always never fails to make us wear a mask and be someone we're not. I don't blame you that we're kinda not as close as before. Remember once, we made a pact to stay single forever, and that whatever happens it'll always be Bestfriends  over Boys. I really miss those times. The times we laughed and joke around like there was no tomorrow. I miss those times, when it was only me and you. Now I just gotta live with the fact that I can't have you to myself anymore. We all have our own life to live. But most of all, I miss my BESTFRIEND, my BETTER HALF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-5700044813024886043?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/5700044813024886043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/09/bestfriend-my-better-half.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/5700044813024886043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/5700044813024886043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/09/bestfriend-my-better-half.html' title='BESTFRIEND MY BETTER HALF'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-4207889609167650385</id><published>2010-09-16T23:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T23:48:34.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE DO WE STAND?</title><content type='html'>"I miss you every time my heart beats. When I'm with you my heart beats faster cause I know at the end of the day, I'll have to let you go. So my heart makes me miss you even more when I'm with you so I can treasure every moment with you."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;HEART&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; YOU!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-4207889609167650385?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/4207889609167650385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/09/where-do-we-stand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/4207889609167650385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/4207889609167650385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/09/where-do-we-stand.html' title='WHERE DO WE STAND?'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-7162828485341520478</id><published>2010-08-26T12:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T12:17:15.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SADIK!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I realize that we never did took a picture together ever. Hahaha. I do have unglam pictures of you, so I won't put those up! I know we've been friends for like 3 years, we barely meet up and stuff, somehow when we do meet up I don't even feel like we did ever stop talking. We always know what to say. It's so sad that I can't celebrate your BIRTHDAY with you again. Well I hope you have an amazing birthday! I really hope you'll reach your dreams and be a famous artist one day. I'll always be there supporting you all the way. WE SO NEED TO HANG OUT SOON watch unexpected fireworks, watching movies on valentines' day and laugh at all the couple walking around with flowers, wondering weather to say hi to friends or just ignoring them when we see them. AND going home in the train with you sleeping funnily. I really hope to see you soon!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SADIK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/11041816-7162828485341520478?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/7162828485341520478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-sadik.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/7162828485341520478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/7162828485341520478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-sadik.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY SADIK!!!!!'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-2353300188303484730</id><published>2010-08-08T01:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T02:22:39.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that was left unsaid</title><content type='html'>I tried to find a photo like I always do to express whatever I'm feeling inside. But this time no photos/pictures could express what I'm feeling inside. I wish I could tell you what I wanted to for so long. Those things inside, that have been bottled up. To the people that have been there along the way, I really appreciate it a whole lot. Yes I miss him, I do a whole lot. But it seems that he can't wait to leave. Like I've said, if you can't wait to leave than I'm not gonna wait for you. My head agrees but my heart disagrees. So really I'm still confused actually. This is the very first time someone has ever made me so stirred up inside. Well really, thank you for making me feel so special for once. So wanted, so in the skies. But i could see that both of us are not ready for anything at the moment. So lets give both of us time to grow, so that we'll understand even more. I'm still holding on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-2353300188303484730?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2353300188303484730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/08/things-that-was-left-unsaid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/2353300188303484730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/2353300188303484730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/08/things-that-was-left-unsaid.html' title='Things that was left unsaid'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-6881332140135423061</id><published>2010-08-07T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T00:32:22.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How could I ever forget...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TFw4xwyTr8I/AAAAAAAABBg/8lg9Gl1D91Y/s1600/6828_1157069602195_1091375225_30451466_2704084_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TFw4xwyTr8I/AAAAAAAABBg/8lg9Gl1D91Y/s320/6828_1157069602195_1091375225_30451466_2704084_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502335272300556226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TFw1CAyfQDI/AAAAAAAABBY/etlEBn7c6I4/s1600/17256_1216916058319_1091375225_30585995_7272150_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TFw1CAyfQDI/AAAAAAAABBY/etlEBn7c6I4/s1600/17256_1216916058319_1091375225_30585995_7272150_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TFw1CAyfQDI/AAAAAAAABBY/etlEBn7c6I4/s1600/17256_1216916058319_1091375225_30585995_7272150_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TFw1CAyfQDI/AAAAAAAABBY/etlEBn7c6I4/s1600/17256_1216916058319_1091375225_30585995_7272150_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;APPY BIRTHDAY AMSYAR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;He maybe the most annoying, irritating , senseless, non-logical, hot-tempered, usually gayish at times, bad sport and lots of things that will prolly never end. I really do wish you a Happy twentieth Birthday! You're no longer a teenager, so please, please do act much more mature... Stop disturbing me and stop repeating the same word when you have nothing to say when we're both in fight, cause sadly you look super pathetic when you do that. Whatever it is I still do love him dearly. He just have family hatred, where it means, hating someone and loving someone at he same time. When you hate someone outside, there is no such thing as liking that person after. so great job in passing your test and all. Don't doing those things, And this is so cliche, but i hope your dreams and aspirations all come true...&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/11041816-6881332140135423061?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6881332140135423061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-could-i-ever-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/6881332140135423061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/6881332140135423061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-could-i-ever-forget.html' title='How could I ever forget...'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TFw4xwyTr8I/AAAAAAAABBg/8lg9Gl1D91Y/s72-c/6828_1157069602195_1091375225_30451466_2704084_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-540612682045454384</id><published>2010-07-17T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T22:33:20.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How long do I have to keep this feeling of mine?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TEG-pWsG06I/AAAAAAAABBI/aytMor2YziI/s1600/blur.jpeg"&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/_DDe22pcCT1U/TEG-pWsG06I/AAAAAAAABBI/aytMor2YziI/s320/blur.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494882638043206562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let me see everything clearly. I wanna know. I wanna see. I wanna feel. I wanna know when everything's made up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-540612682045454384?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/540612682045454384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-long-do-i-have-to-keep-this-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/540612682045454384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/540612682045454384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-long-do-i-have-to-keep-this-feeling.html' title='How long do I have to keep this feeling of mine?'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TEG-pWsG06I/AAAAAAAABBI/aytMor2YziI/s72-c/blur.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-3992670063805977688</id><published>2010-07-15T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T23:01:25.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live like there's no tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TD8eXtg9pcI/AAAAAAAABA4/uYU1EV40jkw/s1600/vandz.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TD8eXtg9pcI/AAAAAAAABA4/uYU1EV40jkw/s320/vandz.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494143463118972354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't they just look adorable together?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So school has been a pretty little hassle this days, with drama and lots of it apparently. It's interesting at first, than later on you just kinda get tired of it. So lets stop all the drama and live in peace and all stuff like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week been pretty roller coaster effect, up down. Not just me, but kinda everyone at some point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's eleven and I've yet bath since i return from school. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-3992670063805977688?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3992670063805977688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/07/live-like-theres-no-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/3992670063805977688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/3992670063805977688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/07/live-like-theres-no-tomorrow.html' title='Live like there&apos;s no tomorrow'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TD8eXtg9pcI/AAAAAAAABA4/uYU1EV40jkw/s72-c/vandz.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-3143682823906916461</id><published>2010-07-04T14:16:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T15:40:02.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TDAnVFQ-R8I/AAAAAAAABAg/WEeW2Ba9qzA/s1600/schoolrun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489931188908738498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TDAnVFQ-R8I/AAAAAAAABAg/WEeW2Ba9qzA/s320/schoolrun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;School starts tomorrow. So let's recap what I've been doing this summer(more rain than ever). This has been a really amazing, unforgettable summer ever. I never had a summer with so much to do, so much drama, and so much amazing things happening all at the same time. Summer was filled with butterflies, rainbows, the warm sun and a little storm here and there. At last after a whole month of not meeting my awesome bestfriends, I met up with them. That day was my very first time entering Temasek Poly. Wow! It really is a big place, you can actually get lost in it. hahaha. We sent Danya home and the other three monkeys including me went to eat indian Rojak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Showchoir has been happening a whole lot during the holidays with performances and trainings. Been getting closer to everyone and it has totally been pretty awesome. They are all interesting people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me and Asraf are closer in so many ways! I'm so happy to have an awesome Bestfriend like him. You can tell anything to him and know that he won't judge you in any way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Drama has been good too. I got my part in the West Side Story Musical and training and rehearsals starts this saturday. How great would that be.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I went karaoke for my first time ever with sc. They really do have amazing voices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;There are more things that actually this summer. If I do go on this post will be one of the longest post I have. So this is it, the amazing has come to an end where it'll now only be memories of what had happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now let's get back to the same old routine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-3143682823906916461?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3143682823906916461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/3143682823906916461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/3143682823906916461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-2010.html' title='Summer 2010'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TDAnVFQ-R8I/AAAAAAAABAg/WEeW2Ba9qzA/s72-c/schoolrun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-3039955216717045912</id><published>2010-07-03T12:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T13:02:56.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRUSH</title><content type='html'>CRUSH,&lt;br /&gt;I know this is freaking cheesy, but you know how I am. Maybe if you weren't so adorable I wouldn't be saying things like this. But if it were up to me, you would always be by my side, watching movies with me, listening to music with me, reading with me, taking naps with me, and everything else you &amp;amp; I mutually enjoy. You mean so much more to me than you can imagine. The thought of seeing you elates me and I can't wait till the next time. Every hug you give me makes my insides tingle. I never want our friendship to be ruined with the reason that I have feelings beyond this world for you that I never imagined to have for you, but I know you feel the same way. Don't let me down, and let me know when you want to begin things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-3039955216717045912?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3039955216717045912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/07/crush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/3039955216717045912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/3039955216717045912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/07/crush.html' title='CRUSH'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-7102795781571571893</id><published>2010-07-01T12:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T12:56:19.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Less than that</title><content type='html'>There's some things that I'll never understand. I'll never understand the goosebumps i get when first stepping into hot water.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never understand the dreams I have with strangers in them, people I've never met or seen.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never understand why someone can keep going back to what hurt them. But what I do understand is that once we understand everything the world loses it's shine. Curiosity killed the cat, but the cat had nine lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-7102795781571571893?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/7102795781571571893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/07/less-than-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/7102795781571571893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/7102795781571571893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/07/less-than-that.html' title='Less than that'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-1391993018604094884</id><published>2010-06-30T12:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T13:05:30.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If it helps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TCrOtDSuMnI/AAAAAAAABAY/h95sY792zEM/s1600/home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488426369277637234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TCrOtDSuMnI/AAAAAAAABAY/h95sY792zEM/s320/home.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is really true. That is why sometimes for no reason I do like staying home. Somehow nowdays home has been pretty weird. I miss my dad.I really do so much. I really mean it. He is there, but he is never there. I want things to be like the way it used to be. If it helps, can I just stay where I am now. I want him to scold when I do something wrong, I want him to at least say something. Just anything. Well what can I really say. I am his little girl no matter how old I am.He used to wish that I could stay the same like it was before, not just me, but my brother too. I can see he miss playing air guitar with me and my brother. He barely smiles when he's at home. He's not himself lately. So daddy please come back. No matter how old I am, I am still that little girl who still needs her daddy.&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/11041816-1391993018604094884?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/1391993018604094884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-it-helps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/1391993018604094884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/1391993018604094884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-it-helps.html' title='If it helps'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TCrOtDSuMnI/AAAAAAAABAY/h95sY792zEM/s72-c/home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-7976058313730235831</id><published>2010-06-27T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:28:17.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes when you see things with an open mind, it can actuallu surprise you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TCc0eNsfyRI/AAAAAAAABAQ/g3rloBpuVco/s1600/name.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487412364651251986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TCc0eNsfyRI/AAAAAAAABAQ/g3rloBpuVco/s320/name.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can I say you always leave me speechless. The good speechless. I got the part I wanted for the Musical!!! I don't even have an understudy for it. Can't wait to start with the rehersals and all. It's gonna be a totally awesome experience. Yes I am still in drama. Still waiting for the right time hahaha. Soon prolly. But even if I did quit Drama, I'll still have to go drama for the musical. I want ice-cream tomorrow. Celebrating for me getting a part!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-7976058313730235831?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/7976058313730235831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/06/sometimes-when-you-see-things-with-open.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/7976058313730235831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/7976058313730235831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/06/sometimes-when-you-see-things-with-open.html' title='Sometimes when you see things with an open mind, it can actuallu surprise you'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TCc0eNsfyRI/AAAAAAAABAQ/g3rloBpuVco/s72-c/name.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-2811395477450546756</id><published>2010-06-24T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T21:11:48.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TCNXIa9H20I/AAAAAAAABAI/36V-AAT84Ic/s1600/wild+child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486324573253655362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TCNXIa9H20I/AAAAAAAABAI/36V-AAT84Ic/s320/wild+child.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, final call backs!!! Oh gawd! I really hope I get a part, or at least a line... Right now I'm hoping that I'll get my voice back not the squeky voice I'm having now. I am so glad today is ending soon. I'm EGG-CITED for tomorrow, Friday, 25/06/2010. OMG auditions, Showchoir and duhhh... Call backs. I wonder what time will it all ends tomorrow. I feel as though I wanna go hang with a Danya, Sards and Shaffy. I wanna eat Indian Rojak, with POTATO and FISHCAKE. I'm not angry that he said he like me, I'm happy bout it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-2811395477450546756?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2811395477450546756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/06/here-we-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/2811395477450546756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/2811395477450546756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/06/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TCNXIa9H20I/AAAAAAAABAI/36V-AAT84Ic/s72-c/wild+child.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-1301147688164445961</id><published>2010-06-20T16:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T16:23:18.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My balloon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TB3NEaE6Y9I/AAAAAAAABAA/4m41obDraq4/s1600/CIMG1739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484765396810228690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TB3NEaE6Y9I/AAAAAAAABAA/4m41obDraq4/s320/CIMG1739.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is smilely. My balloon, from a very special person. Holding it before the performance, everyone asked. Why did he give you? and they all did the eyebrows thingy. Went to the Family Chalet with the balloon. The kids got excited but I kept in the car. Got home, my mum asked who gave you the balloon? A boy, and she asked, Why did a boy give you a balloon? O_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been having the most awesome week ever. Auditions, getting callbacks, showchoir, drama, mustafa, singing in the bus, singing in the mrt, Performing, getting a balloon, meeting my cousins, taking lots of photos, movies. I hope there will be more awaiting the following week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-1301147688164445961?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/1301147688164445961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-balloon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/1301147688164445961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/1301147688164445961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-balloon.html' title='My balloon'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TB3NEaE6Y9I/AAAAAAAABAA/4m41obDraq4/s72-c/CIMG1739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-2450914748462495163</id><published>2010-06-17T13:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T13:37:20.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls are so complicated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TBmyKGJvG-I/AAAAAAAAA_w/J393opjYrnE/s1600/superhero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483609907820174306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TBmyKGJvG-I/AAAAAAAAA_w/J393opjYrnE/s320/superhero.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FACT : Girls can be alive even though they bleed continuously for 5 days straight. - aniq told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said girls are superhero, and I said they are only superheros when they come across such situations. What about the other girls who never experience such situation, than what are they really. No one really knows... But really girls are hard to understand and pretty complicated at times. But whats the difference between boys?&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/11041816-2450914748462495163?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2450914748462495163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/06/girls-are-so-complicated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/2450914748462495163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/2450914748462495163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/06/girls-are-so-complicated.html' title='Girls are so complicated'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TBmyKGJvG-I/AAAAAAAAA_w/J393opjYrnE/s72-c/superhero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-5260508935284404050</id><published>2010-06-09T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T00:02:05.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Singing</title><content type='html'>It is not as easy as I thought it would be. I could not really connect with me inside. Everthing was all in a mess and I could not really focus with singing and putting a photo with it.But nearly everyone cried. I think zeenol has the most awesomest voice I've ever heard. It was amazing, he is just a great singer. I really hope he goes far with his amazing talent. Girls please stop leading guuys on, you'll end up hurting them at the end of the day. I've done my part. Had dinner with Boomz, Sunny, April and Aidil. A whole lot of personal story came out. I just sat and listen. Went home with Sunny and Aidil, pretty interesting I guess, hearing guys talk. Apparently I couldn't think of anything smart to say usually nowadays. Haha. How can that be.... Me losing me swagger? Sunny can sense when a bus arrives. How awesome never knew anyone could do that. Pretty impressive. I asked, how? He said this is what happens when you are going to meet someone you love. I was just like really.... Interesting huh? I've learnt something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not letting anyone turn me into a ninny any time soon. I like the strong me who no one can push without a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Pixar and Kem Obor tomorrow. How awesome can life get!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-5260508935284404050?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/5260508935284404050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/06/emotional-singing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/5260508935284404050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/5260508935284404050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/06/emotional-singing.html' title='Emotional Singing'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-8592607654909528305</id><published>2010-06-09T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T23:47:25.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TA-1w9ZRd5I/AAAAAAAAA_o/xxFQh372VpI/s1600/500+days.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480799124252096402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TA-1w9ZRd5I/AAAAAAAAA_o/xxFQh372VpI/s320/500+days.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You told me to give him a chance and I said I couldn't. Why? Cause apparently I have no feelings for him the same way I have feelings for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-8592607654909528305?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/8592607654909528305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-told-me-to-give-him-chance-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/8592607654909528305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/8592607654909528305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-told-me-to-give-him-chance-and-i.html' title='What do you say?'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TA-1w9ZRd5I/AAAAAAAAA_o/xxFQh372VpI/s72-c/500+days.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-1004506970342955243</id><published>2010-06-07T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T22:48:04.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just hold my hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TAz_qlomYjI/AAAAAAAAA_g/ko2KzjOzUmE/s1600/hold+my+hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TAz_qlomYjI/AAAAAAAAA_g/ko2KzjOzUmE/s320/hold+my+hand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480035953725039154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many drama, interesting but yet exhausting. Performances has been awesome and amazing. Apparently I am the only junior junior that perform so it really an honor, and now evryone wanna dance with me too. Haha I feel so awesome. Yes dance is there but voice still not there yet. Next performance, Micheal Jackson. How cool is that? Very cool! I wanna get a chance to damce with all my seniors. Cause they are all pretty awesome. Haha another rumor going around. Pretty interesting hearing what people say about you haha. Cause they come up with weird things. So yes i've said it and things are getting better, It'll take time for sure. But it'll soon fade away. That person's feelings for me. Hehee. So i have done 1 exam, role-playing. I am having my napha test tomorrow. Wish me luck :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-1004506970342955243?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/1004506970342955243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-hold-my-hand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/1004506970342955243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/1004506970342955243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-hold-my-hand.html' title='just hold my hand'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TAz_qlomYjI/AAAAAAAAA_g/ko2KzjOzUmE/s72-c/hold+my+hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-2206061175491021159</id><published>2010-05-31T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T23:19:11.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah my ego is that high</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TAPR5xg_fHI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/oJV4pnxn7iA/s1600/will+power.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477452362287119474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TAPR5xg_fHI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/oJV4pnxn7iA/s320/will+power.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'll tell you soon enough. When I'm sure of myself about it. I'm just afraid of the silence that will follow after. I really do hate you silence. Cause you're way better with noise. I know you have the rights to know too.&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/11041816-2206061175491021159?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2206061175491021159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/yeah-my-ego-is-that-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/2206061175491021159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/2206061175491021159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/yeah-my-ego-is-that-high.html' title='Yeah my ego is that high'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TAPR5xg_fHI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/oJV4pnxn7iA/s72-c/will+power.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-3155835122674581444</id><published>2010-05-31T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T23:10:19.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Downhill suay road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TAPOBbOBwPI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/LvWDmACVdLs/s1600/worst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477448095694438642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TAPOBbOBwPI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/LvWDmACVdLs/s320/worst.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up late today, nearly late for class. Found out I didn't bring my mp3 with me. So lonely in the mrt. Nearly got scolded cause I didn't print 2 comms hmwk. Next thing i found out I lost my Donation Card and nnow I gotta make a police report. Mum went to watch without me. I didn't bring my house key and ended up staying outside the house for someone to reach home. Than I found out I lost my SC file. Which is freaking uber important to me. Everyone being sweet and advising and stuff like that. But really right now I just wanna be sappy and mopey. There's nothing wrong feeling this way sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fyi. I left out 1 problem that's really killing me inside out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-3155835122674581444?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3155835122674581444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/downhill-suay-road.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/3155835122674581444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/3155835122674581444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/downhill-suay-road.html' title='Downhill suay road'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/TAPOBbOBwPI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/LvWDmACVdLs/s72-c/worst.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-4503898146874597023</id><published>2010-05-27T15:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T15:54:50.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing with Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S_4i87wefzI/AAAAAAAAA_I/rn1SFf7-bC4/s1600/laugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475852627157614386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S_4i87wefzI/AAAAAAAAA_I/rn1SFf7-bC4/s320/laugh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dreams are meant to be achieve. And the thing about dreams is that you can't reach it alone. It kinda sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will happen if I don't feel anything. One way won't work. Only two will. I think it is the same as everyone else too. I can't give anyone a chance cause I've fallen for someone. I've yet to tell that someone cause I'm afraid of the silence that will follow. So I guess that chance is a little far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow : Showchoir rehersals&lt;br /&gt;Saturday : Drama, Showchoir Performance&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( I got in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/11041816-4503898146874597023?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/4503898146874597023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/dancing-with-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/4503898146874597023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/4503898146874597023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/dancing-with-myself.html' title='Dancing with Myself'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S_4i87wefzI/AAAAAAAAA_I/rn1SFf7-bC4/s72-c/laugh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-6783080194699324162</id><published>2010-05-23T17:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:56:41.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S_jwnEPNp5I/AAAAAAAAA_A/5dueEP5BMkk/s1600/don%27t+know.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474389901011953554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S_jwnEPNp5I/AAAAAAAAA_A/5dueEP5BMkk/s320/don%27t+know.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are 2 different people, but it's fine I kinda like it. So please don't leave, casue when you do, you took the air with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get a solo in SC. I wanna perform for HDB!!! I wanna reach my dream. So please don't stop me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-6783080194699324162?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6783080194699324162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/6783080194699324162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/6783080194699324162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-air.html' title='No Air'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S_jwnEPNp5I/AAAAAAAAA_A/5dueEP5BMkk/s72-c/don%27t+know.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-3122027717285768367</id><published>2010-05-22T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T14:52:30.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forbidden Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S_d8OZhaItI/AAAAAAAAA-4/L0Fp9KPKsNI/s1600/forbidden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473980458903151314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S_d8OZhaItI/AAAAAAAAA-4/L0Fp9KPKsNI/s320/forbidden.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Found out you were my friends ex-boyfriend. Now, you're officially out of bounds. She says she's fine with I feel so bad. I don't wanna hurt her. So crappy. I wish I could bubble wrap my heart so when I fall it won't break apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with the SC's seniors, weird at the beginning, but they are awesomely cool people. I've got 200 sinclair points!!! Haha. Ok that was random. I thought he didn't see me put in effort, but he did!!! Officially on the awesome student list woo hoo! (i just came up with the list) Oh gosh I have the whole freaking saturday not doing anything. I wanna go do something so badly. I just gotten my ATM card. It feels so awesome, I feel so grown up now. Haha. However I've yet to use it. I need to use it soon, very soon. After the money is transfered inside. The first thing I wanna buy now is a guitar. I wanna use it for the upcoming auditions. West Side Story here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyi, the freaking new bed hurt my back to the max, it's so small that it kept on leaving my legs hanging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-3122027717285768367?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3122027717285768367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/forbidden-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/3122027717285768367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/3122027717285768367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/forbidden-boy.html' title='Forbidden Boy'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S_d8OZhaItI/AAAAAAAAA-4/L0Fp9KPKsNI/s72-c/forbidden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-6482588665117547935</id><published>2010-05-21T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T14:41:03.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than friend less than lovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S_YpieekrtI/AAAAAAAAA-w/As3PQQjmiLM/s1600/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473608069389004498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S_YpieekrtI/AAAAAAAAA-w/As3PQQjmiLM/s320/kids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Show Choir later. I got ready quick today, just left is my mum to tie my hair for me. Haha. Ohhh... Apple pie. I always forget what i wanted to type beforehand. I hope I won't get pick to sing solo again today. Freaking uber scary. Do you think we should get ice-cream today? or some other day instead? sigh* shakes head* I'm so sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found out you guys went out together, it cracked once again. Have him, I don't really care anymore. I can't say I ain't jealous, but I'm just jealous cause he can't see me the way he sees you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-6482588665117547935?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6482588665117547935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/more-than-friend-less-than-lovers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/6482588665117547935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/6482588665117547935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/more-than-friend-less-than-lovers.html' title='More than friend less than lovers'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S_YpieekrtI/AAAAAAAAA-w/As3PQQjmiLM/s72-c/kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-5336616858937562106</id><published>2010-05-20T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T00:35:08.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S_VjpH1NyeI/AAAAAAAAA-o/4uMb9UBnNf4/s1600/nutella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473390480266742242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S_VjpH1NyeI/AAAAAAAAA-o/4uMb9UBnNf4/s320/nutella.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm suppose to be brave. Strong to face anything that is thrown to me. But why can't I now? I need the strength and I need the courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime he gives me butterflies but what can I do? Tell him and make him think I'm weird? No way! That's not the way. But If I won't ever know what could be. Dear God, please tell me what I should do... I don't want to face what if's anymore. I wanna live in the moment and not regret any of it at all. You make me laugh and all but somehow you do keep me hanging. I need to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-5336616858937562106?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/5336616858937562106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/should-i-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/5336616858937562106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/5336616858937562106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/should-i-say.html' title='Should I say?'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S_VjpH1NyeI/AAAAAAAAA-o/4uMb9UBnNf4/s72-c/nutella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-6742119783677090021</id><published>2010-05-19T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T13:06:07.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to square ONE</title><content type='html'>Today I officially don't wish to talk to anyone. There is a whole story behind it. Right back where I started. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-6742119783677090021?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6742119783677090021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-to-square-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/6742119783677090021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/6742119783677090021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-to-square-one.html' title='Back to square ONE'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-6488692453760765578</id><published>2010-05-18T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T22:58:59.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for making me your "Princess"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S_KhA3Ta-iI/AAAAAAAAA-g/wTaiilRkTy0/s1600/arealive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S_KhA3Ta-iI/AAAAAAAAA-g/wTaiilRkTy0/s320/arealive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472613533426055714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After I met you I feel so alive. Oh gosh this line is so cliche. This is the second time, I've felt like this for someone. Like what he said better not put high hopes on something as they usually come crashing down into a million pieces. But, you said I never failed to make you smile. And that I'm your princess. I hope no one misses you like how I miss you. Cause in your company I feel happy, oh so happy and complete. So thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&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/11041816-6488692453760765578?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6488692453760765578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/thanks-for-making-me-your-princess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/6488692453760765578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/6488692453760765578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/thanks-for-making-me-your-princess.html' title='Thanks for making me your &quot;Princess&quot;'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S_KhA3Ta-iI/AAAAAAAAA-g/wTaiilRkTy0/s72-c/arealive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-4665112502842231752</id><published>2010-05-18T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T00:31:32.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S_FstEzRoVI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/UonpiZiasaI/s1600/deargod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472274543870583122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S_FstEzRoVI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/UonpiZiasaI/s320/deargod.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think I've officially hurt someone. Dear God what am I suppose to do. I mean I'm not a big fan of this person. The only thing I did was not replying to the messages. I mean I should never be leading anyone on right? The whole point was just to make him see that I'm not interested at all. Is it weird to fall for someone younger? It's happening more nowadays... Somehow I really do feel that it's wrong to fall for someone younger... But how can something so wrong feels so right... Oh God, please help me with the matters of the heart. As I am always weak here at this part. One more day before SC... Honestly waiting for SC's training is killing me. I need more SC training. My mum says I draw pretty nice, not bad... Official stinky day tomorrow!!! Hahaha. Can't wait. I am do gona cream the boys or the oher class people. Muahahaha.&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/11041816-4665112502842231752?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/4665112502842231752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-little-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/4665112502842231752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/4665112502842231752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-little-story.html' title='Just a little story'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S_FstEzRoVI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/UonpiZiasaI/s72-c/deargod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-1594593381768769590</id><published>2010-05-17T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T00:58:14.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S_Ag0lXFPLI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/4x4sqKjvCy0/s1600/wrong.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S_Ag0lXFPLI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/4x4sqKjvCy0/s320/wrong.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471909635009363122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinners at Popyes and Swenswens has left me bloated till my extreme. Great time with, Sheril, Kiddo, Hyppo, Shaf, Along and Abg Lazim. Had a great time with them. It's been such a long time since I last met all of them. I hope Kiddo can wake up for school tomorrow. At last I've gotten my pay!!! 60 bucks... It's still something. Not texting "Nutella" the whole day feels so weird even though I just started texting him like the whole day yesterday. Hahaha. I hate leading people on, but really I'm not leading anyone on. He just can't get the hints, what am I suppose to do. I need boots and a new watch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-1594593381768769590?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/1594593381768769590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/dinners-at-popyes-and-swenswens-has.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/1594593381768769590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/1594593381768769590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/dinners-at-popyes-and-swenswens-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S_Ag0lXFPLI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/4x4sqKjvCy0/s72-c/wrong.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-2326511178917755156</id><published>2010-05-16T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T01:45:06.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Nutella" who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-7ZCcJXM9I/AAAAAAAAA-I/IvLohQQGOWU/s1600/dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471549233240159186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-7ZCcJXM9I/AAAAAAAAA-I/IvLohQQGOWU/s320/dream.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drama early in the morning. First text today is from "Nutella". Who is "Nutella"? Dunno. Sshhh... A secret only my new BFF knows about. Started of with Drama, apparently today session was pretty interesting... Hung out with Drama peeps, Asraf, Meezah, Nana, Ariffin, Rifdy, Amin, Putra, Mama, Ethel, Shawn, Abby, Shukri, Ikhmal, Ifwat and Zoey. Thanks to Ifwat the whole Drama People sang me Happy Birthday. Sigh... When can I ever run away from it. Need to boost my speed, next time. Ariffin kept on saying sorry to me and I was like... Huh?? Apparently today everyone seemed to e with someone, you know what I mean... Being a couple and stuff. It was like a theme for today, be a couple. Haha. Sadly I am really thinking of dropping Drama, not because of whatever we do in it but because of that one person who freaks me out dearly... Ok on the heavy side, I found out I only have "Nutella" for another 2 years and his gone... Why does the awesome always never stay behind???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paperweight - Joshua Radin &amp;amp; Schuyler Fisk&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/11041816-2326511178917755156?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2326511178917755156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/nutella-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/2326511178917755156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/2326511178917755156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/nutella-who.html' title='&quot;Nutella&quot; who?'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-7ZCcJXM9I/AAAAAAAAA-I/IvLohQQGOWU/s72-c/dream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-1942332831074349571</id><published>2010-05-15T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T01:06:28.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something still missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-1-zgKh6tI/AAAAAAAAA-A/-IoWY7yKkvg/s1600/hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471168545597549266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-1-zgKh6tI/AAAAAAAAA-A/-IoWY7yKkvg/s320/hope.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I celebrated my 18 birthday yesterday... Lets' see I woke feeling crappy no doubt. Than came to school felt a little better with all the hugs. They were all freaking cute, and yes I still do have a squeky voice. I didn't really got lots of present but they were good present. Umbrella, a pink horse and a freaking awesome medal. Thanks a whole lot guys!!! Got home, went online and chatted with Nicholas! I think he is frigging awesome! He is 17 I am 15. Haha our inside joke. Apparently he gives me butterflies... Not another person giving me butterflies... Ahhh... He's sweet for sure. He and April made the showchoir kids sing Happy Birthday to me and I stood there looking like a Tomato. Red and plump. It was frigging sweet, but kinda embarassing at the same, never gonna forget that moment ever. It kinda went down after that... But I collected 80 bucks altogether today! Woo Hoo!!! Gonna buy a ukelele!!! La di da! Lastly thanks everyone who wished me Happy Birthday it really means a lot to me. I felt top of the world that a lot of people knew my birthday!!! Haha I really do want cake. So many cakeless years. I really do want a normal birthday with a cake...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-1942332831074349571?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/1942332831074349571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/something-still-missing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/1942332831074349571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/1942332831074349571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/something-still-missing.html' title='Something still missing'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-1-zgKh6tI/AAAAAAAAA-A/-IoWY7yKkvg/s72-c/hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-1105723400743082663</id><published>2010-05-14T13:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:44:47.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it get better!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-ziLmVfAhI/AAAAAAAAA94/D7G263mFmvE/s1600/alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470996336245408274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-ziLmVfAhI/AAAAAAAAA94/D7G263mFmvE/s320/alone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's my BIRTHDAY!!!! How awesome could it be!!! But why? somehow why do I feel so crappy? Why do I feel so crappy on this day? Thank you everyone who wished me and gave me presents and company. Can this birthday be a normal birthday with a cake. I love opening up presents but that doesn't mean I want them. It's just fun to open present the anxiety and curiosity before opening them is just a great feeling. Hope it gets better later. Gonna get ready for SC now. It's my birthday have you wish me yet? haha. Nonsense... :D:D&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/11041816-1105723400743082663?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/1105723400743082663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/let-it-get-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/1105723400743082663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/1105723400743082663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/let-it-get-better.html' title='Let it get better!'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-ziLmVfAhI/AAAAAAAAA94/D7G263mFmvE/s72-c/alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-3051375889537739756</id><published>2010-05-13T00:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T00:14:59.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want it</title><content type='html'>OMG!!! I am so not interested at all. Please just get the signs. You're sweet but so not me. Oh no... I'm in a dilema. Anyone help me. Get off my tail... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-3051375889537739756?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3051375889537739756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-want-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/3051375889537739756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/3051375889537739756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-want-it.html' title='I don&apos;t want it'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-8271723305289525432</id><published>2010-05-11T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T21:49:20.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want bangs again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-ldzhxvTUI/AAAAAAAAA9w/e-BWVqE-msk/s1600/colours.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-ldzhxvTUI/AAAAAAAAA9w/e-BWVqE-msk/s320/colours.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470006362239880514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Art and communications for school tomorrow. That ends around 12 and SC next. My seniors are awesome. Love them lots. Ok let's see, I felt much better when I came to school did sports and wellness that was somehow pretty brutal today. Got sicker and sicker, that everyone was asking "are you ok?" Hahaha. Don't worry I know my limits. Gotta finish up my lifeskills homework. Gotta continue with perspective tomorrow. What to wear to SC??? Wait, can I even go SC tomorrow? Please say yes... Should I eat Fishball Soup or Prawn Sambal. Fyi, I tried not to talk the whole day, but I didn't manage, everyone kept me laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, don't make everything awkward. I don't even know what to do now :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-8271723305289525432?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/8271723305289525432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-want-bangs-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/8271723305289525432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/8271723305289525432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-want-bangs-again.html' title='I want bangs again'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-ldzhxvTUI/AAAAAAAAA9w/e-BWVqE-msk/s72-c/colours.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-111222598720210044</id><published>2010-05-10T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:08:41.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Face the truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-gNKvLfHyI/AAAAAAAAA9o/8plb7lSQztc/s1600/okinthemorning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469636225555963682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-gNKvLfHyI/AAAAAAAAA9o/8plb7lSQztc/s320/okinthemorning.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm cold and hot at the same time. I was suppose to feel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; today morning. Woke up with a sore throat. It got better, but the smart me had mike and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ike's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;zours&lt;/span&gt; and Coke for break that made everything even worse. At least I had a little good news in school. I got to know that my class might be involve in the musical West Side Story designing the set. That would be very interesting. I hate feeling weak unable to do anything. I feel so handicapped. Please, make me feel better tomorrow. Apparently, I have such hard time to enter &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;. Why is that? Both Mozilla and Explorer is taking such a long time. Is it because it is over capacity? Oh gosh I sound so weird now. My mum even made fun of my squeky voice, thanks mum you made me feel sooo much better. Ladida NO ONE SEPERATE ME AND MY SWEETS EVER! I found pixie stix in my room last night and found out it's going to expire in June. Oh gosh I'm dripping non-stop. This sucks a whole lot. Fyi, I've been listening to Christmas Song. I'm gonna greet first tomorrow! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-111222598720210044?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/111222598720210044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/face-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/111222598720210044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/111222598720210044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/face-truth.html' title='Face the truth'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-gNKvLfHyI/AAAAAAAAA9o/8plb7lSQztc/s72-c/okinthemorning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-7557551453617829191</id><published>2010-05-09T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T19:18:53.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Eyes could speak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-aWRcIrr8I/AAAAAAAAA9g/1cPGhyZredo/s1600/CANTSAY.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469224023842598850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-aWRcIrr8I/AAAAAAAAA9g/1cPGhyZredo/s320/CANTSAY.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have yet the courage to tell someone off face to face. I really do feel like Emma now... But she did hurt someone, will I ever gain that kind of courage? This will be done soon enough. No doubt. If only eyes could speak I wouldn't have to say a thing. Drawing class tomorrow 3 hours, 4 hours I ain't sure. Can't wait, but kinda lazy at the same time. I like to draw but I don't like to draw at the same time. "There's always a formula to drawing" - someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please, if you weren't born to draw you just can't. Gonna get an early start with assignments tomorrow. Not gonna procrastinate anymore. 7 songs to memorize... Oh man. This is so overwhelming... Wait! I gotta reframe all of this now. Nah, not now. I just wanna drown in negativity right now. Just right now at this moment. Is there such thing as pre-ageing depression. Haha. I'm suffering from that today. Me and my made up sicknesses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-7557551453617829191?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/7557551453617829191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-eyes-could-speak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/7557551453617829191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/7557551453617829191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-eyes-could-speak.html' title='If Eyes could speak'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-aWRcIrr8I/AAAAAAAAA9g/1cPGhyZredo/s72-c/CANTSAY.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-4212415610191528663</id><published>2010-05-09T18:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T18:56:31.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's The Brave One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-aSLUzWLCI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/V1VswdskfWo/s1600/ducks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469219520748334114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-aSLUzWLCI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/V1VswdskfWo/s320/ducks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for your care and concern for 17 years 5 months and 9 days and still continuing. I love the things you do and the things you don't do. Teaching me life lessons everyday, making sure I'm always doing my best and being someone worthwhile. You're my heroin in my life and that will never change. When bugs fly, you always caught them so that we won't be terrified. You hold my hands when we cross the road just to make sure I'm safe. So thank you and a very &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY&lt;/span&gt; to you, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MY MUM&lt;/span&gt; the&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; BRAVE ONE&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/11041816-4212415610191528663?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/4212415610191528663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/shes-brave-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/4212415610191528663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/4212415610191528663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/shes-brave-one.html' title='She&apos;s The Brave One'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-aSLUzWLCI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/V1VswdskfWo/s72-c/ducks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-4191532242162117142</id><published>2010-05-08T17:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T18:19:00.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A step closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-U4jhJDsZI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/xB1BufKN1rc/s1600/funnythingswork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-U4jhJDsZI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/xB1BufKN1rc/s320/funnythingswork.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468839505354273170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woke up so early at 7.45 for drama just to end up being late for it. Lutfi? If that is his name, love his purple green checkered shirt. OMG! i miss SC! Can't wait for dance lesson again. I found out the drama kid in my school, Shawn. I have no idea if he is Malay or Chinese... Apparently Drama was not as great as the first day... Everyone look like they have untold stories. There was a weird vibe around but at least I made lots of new friends! Met my brother's GF today, she seems nice... Worked with my cousins GF yesterday, kinda weird, but good kind of weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're close to me but I'm not close to you. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can I get a job??? I don't wanna write a letter nor a resume.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-4191532242162117142?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/4191532242162117142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/step-closer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/4191532242162117142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/4191532242162117142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/step-closer.html' title='A step closer'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-U4jhJDsZI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/xB1BufKN1rc/s72-c/funnythingswork.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-5032221271516563770</id><published>2010-05-08T17:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T18:20:22.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Few seconds to let it crash down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-Uzv8StTtI/AAAAAAAAA9I/O3T26LWd0m4/s1600/birthday_by_glassaple1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-Uzv8StTtI/AAAAAAAAA9I/O3T26LWd0m4/s320/birthday_by_glassaple1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468834221242797778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nearly a whole week left till my Amazing AWESOME 18 birthday! What happen when you have lots of friends? Everyone wants to celebrate your birthday with you, but the one you want to celebrate it with, don't even remember it's your birthday. :( I hope this person remember my birthday this year and personally wish me, Only than it will be the best birthday ever. I want to have a planned out picnic with only that "someone".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-5032221271516563770?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/5032221271516563770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/few-seconds-to-let-it-crash-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/5032221271516563770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/5032221271516563770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/few-seconds-to-let-it-crash-down.html' title='Few seconds to let it crash down'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-Uzv8StTtI/AAAAAAAAA9I/O3T26LWd0m4/s72-c/birthday_by_glassaple1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-3634674757400929934</id><published>2010-05-07T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T22:21:08.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who will love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-QeepDk8-I/AAAAAAAAA9A/ovlp5wCjrQ4/s1600/SUNRISE.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-QeepDk8-I/AAAAAAAAA9A/ovlp5wCjrQ4/s320/SUNRISE.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468529359300391906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showchoir getting better and better every single session. The real reason of me joining showchoir was, actually nothing really. I just wanted to see if I'll get through the audition. With every session, I'm loving it more and more. I found out I need a toilet pipe. Haha. This is gonna be very embarrassing for sure, no doubt. But if it helps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, start of drama again! Can't wait for sure! More eye candy and him of course. Can't wait to see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm brought back to the past again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-3634674757400929934?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3634674757400929934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/who-will-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/3634674757400929934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/3634674757400929934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/who-will-love-you.html' title='Who will love you'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-QeepDk8-I/AAAAAAAAA9A/ovlp5wCjrQ4/s72-c/SUNRISE.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-6839827095720450051</id><published>2010-05-06T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T20:47:25.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'M WISHING ON AIRPLANES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-K4s-nrYzI/AAAAAAAAA84/2OZQFIWuUTA/s1600/stopbeingafraid.jpeg"&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/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-K4s-nrYzI/AAAAAAAAA84/2OZQFIWuUTA/s320/stopbeingafraid.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468135980444377906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So many fishes so little time. Another crush another day. Another wish another heartache. Thanks for coming up and offering. I really needed it. Thank you. Make me loose and get my swagger back, and than you'll be the dream I don't mind having it come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-6839827095720450051?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6839827095720450051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-wishing-on-airplanes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/6839827095720450051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/6839827095720450051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-wishing-on-airplanes.html' title='i&apos;M WISHING ON AIRPLANES'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-K4s-nrYzI/AAAAAAAAA84/2OZQFIWuUTA/s72-c/stopbeingafraid.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-2141145801905018239</id><published>2010-05-05T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T21:51:54.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY SWAGGER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-FwezXjEjI/AAAAAAAAA8w/j6ehUPHwo1E/s1600/kitten+sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467775097091854898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-FwezXjEjI/AAAAAAAAA8w/j6ehUPHwo1E/s320/kitten+sleeping.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YAWN....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get my swagger back for the routine. Black or white, it feels so good to dance again. Thanks to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nicholas&lt;/span&gt; who helped me with the flip flop part. I still can't get it, I'm so gonna ask him to help again, for me and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Najap&lt;/span&gt; sake. I so wanna be in the performance. I miss dancing like I did 5 years ago. I am so glad I joined Show Choir. It might be tiring but the feeling of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;acing&lt;/span&gt; the routine, unexplainable. And fyi, dancing in a skirt is not a good thing and it'll never ever be a good thing. Don't try cause it's irritaiting. I'm so gonna by sweat pants and plain Tees. Gonna be all Hipity HOP. Friday come faster! I can't wait for the next training!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 hours of drawing tomorrow. Bring IT!!! Now it's time to sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-2141145801905018239?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2141145801905018239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-swagger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/2141145801905018239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/2141145801905018239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-swagger.html' title='MY SWAGGER'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-FwezXjEjI/AAAAAAAAA8w/j6ehUPHwo1E/s72-c/kitten+sleeping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-1749602233415832079</id><published>2010-05-05T15:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T15:17:50.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't assume</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-EayfFbaGI/AAAAAAAAA8o/lwNh2Vnikzg/s1600/choose+happiness.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467680877244541026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-EayfFbaGI/AAAAAAAAA8o/lwNh2Vnikzg/s320/choose+happiness.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why do guys always think that girls always gives out judgement? I mean really what did girls ever do to you? in 3 Hours you could do a whole lot of thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last I'm home gonna get ready for training later... I can't wait for wits. 5 Hours of drawing tomorrow, not really looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I just didn't know what to say or do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-1749602233415832079?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/1749602233415832079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-assume.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/1749602233415832079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/1749602233415832079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-assume.html' title='Don&apos;t assume'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-EayfFbaGI/AAAAAAAAA8o/lwNh2Vnikzg/s72-c/choose+happiness.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-6630127878652299767</id><published>2010-05-04T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T21:25:33.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you see in the mirror?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-AcaBlV6vI/AAAAAAAAA8g/AMfWo7j2Gfk/s1600/glee+cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467401181055019762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-AcaBlV6vI/AAAAAAAAA8g/AMfWo7j2Gfk/s320/glee+cast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Training officially commercing tomorrow!!! I'm so looking forward to training. No more Fridays, for me, oh what the heck... Yes I'm in Show Choir. Oh! Not forgetting Drama too! Two &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CCAs&lt;/span&gt;, class rep and more awesome stuffs coming my way. It's so sad how there was no drawing today. Tomorrow class with Ethan. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;, and no i don't smell him, he just smell like soap. What am I suppose to do when he stands to close to me. I can now draw, so-so. Just need help with the shading part. Me and Sofia can officially write good scripts for role-play! I can't run 42 KM cause they only start after 5 pm everyday. Looks like there won't be any T-Shirt for me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I need:&lt;br /&gt;Sweat Pants&lt;br /&gt;Shorts&lt;br /&gt;Plain Tees&lt;br /&gt;Keyboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ukulele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-6630127878652299767?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6630127878652299767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-do-you-see-in-mirror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/6630127878652299767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/6630127878652299767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-do-you-see-in-mirror.html' title='What do you see in the mirror?'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S-AcaBlV6vI/AAAAAAAAA8g/AMfWo7j2Gfk/s72-c/glee+cast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-6835562338264851876</id><published>2010-05-03T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T17:26:37.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Us" won't work now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S96Vu7G975I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/n234NIUOGcg/s1600/move+on.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466971631047798674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S96Vu7G975I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/n234NIUOGcg/s320/move+on.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are two different strangers now, drifting our own way of life. You have yous and I have mine. I know you'll do good, I have faith in you. Even though we don't talk like we use to anymore, I do hear and really do hate your silence. "Us" won't work now but it might one day. What can I say, " The remembering is done, now the forgetting can take place."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-6835562338264851876?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6835562338264851876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/us-wont-work-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/6835562338264851876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/6835562338264851876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/us-wont-work-now.html' title='&quot;Us&quot; won&apos;t work now'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S96Vu7G975I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/n234NIUOGcg/s72-c/move+on.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-793288583320603816</id><published>2010-05-02T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T22:47:38.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My New Life</title><content type='html'>Ta Da! Tu Du!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New school. New Drama. New Boys. New Love. New Challenges. New Barriers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Show Choir and Drama. Same as Shaiful... If that is how you spell his name. Aini knows him. Shaf understands... And me Confuse, as always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-793288583320603816?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/793288583320603816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/me-and-my-new-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/793288583320603816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/793288583320603816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/me-and-my-new-life.html' title='Me and My New Life'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-5171945182842881056</id><published>2010-03-30T14:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T15:00:30.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if?</title><content type='html'>Will i make any different if I say I like you now? Will you stop liking her, and start liking me instead? What if, Could be, Will Be are so over rated now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-5171945182842881056?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/5171945182842881056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/5171945182842881056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/5171945182842881056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-if.html' title='What if?'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-2980173770541763068</id><published>2010-03-30T14:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T14:56:08.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheryl's computer</title><content type='html'>Not saying "I Love You" first doesn't mean you're much more powerful, it just means that you're afraid. - Mark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-2980173770541763068?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2980173770541763068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/cheryls-computer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/2980173770541763068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/2980173770541763068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/cheryls-computer.html' title='Cheryl&apos;s computer'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-6764817043680979752</id><published>2010-03-21T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T20:22:33.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>300 post since 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"CELEBRATION"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;300 POST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time really runs fast doesn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where did all the time go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-6764817043680979752?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/6764817043680979752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/300-post-since-2005.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/6764817043680979752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/6764817043680979752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/300-post-since-2005.html' title='300 post since 2005'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-3644772582504597135</id><published>2010-03-21T18:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:06:06.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be afraid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S6X9Jej_xmI/AAAAAAAAA8I/ZgrAFwKY164/s1600-h/theyrejustadorable.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S6X9Jej_xmI/AAAAAAAAA8I/ZgrAFwKY164/s320/theyrejustadorable.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451041263266547298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"JUST TAKE A LEAP OF FAITH"&lt;/blockquote&gt;and you'll just realizes that taking risks and chances aren't that bad sometime. Because the worst thing to do is to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be afraid of making mistakes&lt;/span&gt;. I'm tired of waiting. So I'm gonna do something about it. Stop sitting around and start doing stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-3644772582504597135?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3644772582504597135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-be-afraid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/3644772582504597135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/3644772582504597135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-be-afraid.html' title='Don&apos;t be afraid'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S6X9Jej_xmI/AAAAAAAAA8I/ZgrAFwKY164/s72-c/theyrejustadorable.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-1767860580378623486</id><published>2010-03-21T18:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T18:44:32.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Dawn</title><content type='html'>10. Why Didn't Just Walk Away? Oh Right, Because I'm An Idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-1767860580378623486?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/1767860580378623486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/breaking-dawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/1767860580378623486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/1767860580378623486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/breaking-dawn.html' title='Breaking Dawn'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-4776352956469764385</id><published>2010-03-20T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T21:31:07.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I Could Meet You There</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S6TNxMCd0ZI/AAAAAAAAA74/frNRD8bBuAA/s1600-h/Balloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S6TNxMCd0ZI/AAAAAAAAA74/frNRD8bBuAA/s320/Balloons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450707693953995154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately my mum have been accusing me of not wearing dresses. I told her I do wear them, I love wearing them rather than wearing Jeans. It's just I've worn my dresses to many time. I need new dresses. Right now I'm gonna save up for an awesome keyboard and a guitar. Maybe I could ask for the keyboard and just save up for the Guitar. Whichever way, I do want both of them by the end of the year. Oh I still do need a laptop too. I'll save for that too. I want an Awesome Birthday Party this year. I'm turning 18 in a 1 month+. Now I just gotta save money for catering and a place. I've got decorations and I've got the perfect dress lined up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so here's the list:&lt;br /&gt; - Keyboard&lt;br /&gt; - Guitar&lt;br /&gt; - Drum lessons&lt;br /&gt; - Awesome Birthday Party&lt;br /&gt; - that's it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-4776352956469764385?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/4776352956469764385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/maybe-i-could-meet-you-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/4776352956469764385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/4776352956469764385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/maybe-i-could-meet-you-there.html' title='Maybe I Could Meet You There'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S6TNxMCd0ZI/AAAAAAAAA74/frNRD8bBuAA/s72-c/Balloons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-5130189112905577645</id><published>2010-03-20T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T15:42:28.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you stole my heart but you didn't know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; *Shadows* Youth* Souls*&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/11041816-5130189112905577645?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/5130189112905577645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-stole-my-heart-but-you-didnt-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/5130189112905577645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/5130189112905577645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-stole-my-heart-but-you-didnt-know.html' title='you stole my heart but you didn&apos;t know'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-713479720069190245</id><published>2010-03-20T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T15:04:42.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME FLEW</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY ABEL!!! If I'm not wrong he is the third important person from my past. Why? There's lots of answer to that question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaf's Birthday is tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-713479720069190245?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/713479720069190245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-flew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/713479720069190245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/713479720069190245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-flew.html' title='TIME FLEW'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-2591532282002560579</id><published>2010-03-20T13:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T13:57:32.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry but this is what we came up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KICK ASS&lt;br /&gt;AIDS type K&lt;br /&gt;DK. Ais&lt;br /&gt;There's lots more, lets just stay here. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;I still like you. LOL&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/11041816-2591532282002560579?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/2591532282002560579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-sorry-but-this-is-what-we-came-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/2591532282002560579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/2591532282002560579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-sorry-but-this-is-what-we-came-up.html' title='I&apos;m sorry but this is what we came up'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-5145258268299681441</id><published>2010-03-19T15:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T15:17:16.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's what you get</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S6MkMKGSnGI/AAAAAAAAA7w/t7YsVC8leac/s1600-h/happinessandrain.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S6MkMKGSnGI/AAAAAAAAA7w/t7YsVC8leac/s320/happinessandrain.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450239765336202338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; relationship with the rain. Hate it that I can't go out when it's raining, but I love how it makes my feet cold, the smell of wet &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;grass&lt;/span&gt; and how everything sparkles after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-5145258268299681441?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/5145258268299681441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/thats-what-you-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/5145258268299681441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/5145258268299681441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/thats-what-you-get.html' title='That&apos;s what you get'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S6MkMKGSnGI/AAAAAAAAA7w/t7YsVC8leac/s72-c/happinessandrain.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-7762619147813000215</id><published>2010-03-19T14:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T15:17:49.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If lovers never lie that means liars never love</title><content type='html'>I have a hidden talent. It's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Untangling tangled stings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/11041816-7762619147813000215?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/7762619147813000215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-lovers-never-lie-that-means-liars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/7762619147813000215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/7762619147813000215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-lovers-never-lie-that-means-liars.html' title='If lovers never lie that means liars never love'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-3809164414655466821</id><published>2010-03-18T18:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T18:22:32.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wearing my heart on my sleeve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember&lt;/span&gt;, when we used to share songs together? You sent me a song that you thought was new. The fact was, I already knew that song for a long time. I wrote some of the lyrics on FB. The very next day, I saw your name in my inbox saying that you commented on it. At that very moment, I felt like the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;most luckiest girl in the whole world&lt;/span&gt; having your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt;, we are two individuals leading our own lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;. I still have the song in my mp3 I listen to it every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-3809164414655466821?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3809164414655466821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/wearing-my-heart-on-my-sleeve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/3809164414655466821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/3809164414655466821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/wearing-my-heart-on-my-sleeve.html' title='Wearing my heart on my sleeve'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-5859069944806020801</id><published>2010-03-18T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T17:16:45.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The fact</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S6HvAEd3w3I/AAAAAAAAA7o/t6u1Yyuniso/s1600-h/dreamcatcher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S6HvAEd3w3I/AAAAAAAAA7o/t6u1Yyuniso/s320/dreamcatcher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449899808573080434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before I go to bed I set my alarm. When it rings I never wake up, cause I've been having &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt; dreams!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-5859069944806020801?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/5859069944806020801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/fact.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/5859069944806020801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/5859069944806020801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/fact.html' title='The fact'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S6HvAEd3w3I/AAAAAAAAA7o/t6u1Yyuniso/s72-c/dreamcatcher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-5324864068763850506</id><published>2010-03-18T17:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T17:14:01.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he's HOT I'M COLD</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/_DDe22pcCT1U/S6Hurk0gLDI/AAAAAAAAA7g/brMVMFRBS70/s1600-h/DAVIDHENRIE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S6Hurk0gLDI/AAAAAAAAA7g/brMVMFRBS70/s320/DAVIDHENRIE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449899456480685106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hi DAVID!!!&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/11041816-5324864068763850506?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/5324864068763850506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/hes-hot-im-cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/5324864068763850506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/5324864068763850506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/hes-hot-im-cold.html' title='he&apos;s HOT I&apos;M COLD'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S6Hurk0gLDI/AAAAAAAAA7g/brMVMFRBS70/s72-c/DAVIDHENRIE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-1495949178437917307</id><published>2010-03-18T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T17:09:05.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWESOME</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/_DDe22pcCT1U/S6HtmD_p_5I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/ZqSZFQgTCdw/s1600-h/lookbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S6HtmD_p_5I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/ZqSZFQgTCdw/s320/lookbook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449898262258122642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want her SWEATER.&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/11041816-1495949178437917307?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/1495949178437917307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/1495949178437917307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/1495949178437917307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/awesome.html' title='AWESOME'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S6HtmD_p_5I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/ZqSZFQgTCdw/s72-c/lookbook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-7399683009643582550</id><published>2010-03-17T19:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T19:59:27.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lend me no hindrance</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/_DDe22pcCT1U/S6DEDSBpZwI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/P4nzUa7WGek/s1600-h/IMSCARED.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S6DEDSBpZwI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/P4nzUa7WGek/s320/IMSCARED.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449571109775697666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was suppose to call,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;I chickened out.&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/11041816-7399683009643582550?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/7399683009643582550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/lend-me-no-hindrance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/7399683009643582550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/7399683009643582550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/lend-me-no-hindrance.html' title='Lend me no hindrance'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S6DEDSBpZwI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/P4nzUa7WGek/s72-c/IMSCARED.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11041816.post-3713207336169214609</id><published>2010-03-17T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T15:35:43.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not again</title><content type='html'>SHIT!!! There's a song in my head, but I don't know what's the title. I know it has the word cigarette in it. And the song is by A Rocket To The Moon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-3713207336169214609?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3713207336169214609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/3713207336169214609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/3713207336169214609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-again.html' title='not again'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-4759680734003118751</id><published>2010-03-17T13:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T13:17:09.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY EGO WILL KILL YOU</title><content type='html'>He can kill with a smile, he can wound with his eyes. He can ruin your faith with his casual lies. And he only reveals what he wants you to see. He hides like a child, But he's always a man to me. H can lead you to love, he can take you or leave you. He can ask for the truth but he'll never believe you. And he'll take what you gave him, as long as it's free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-4759680734003118751?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/4759680734003118751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-ego-will-kill-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/4759680734003118751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/4759680734003118751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-ego-will-kill-you.html' title='MY EGO WILL KILL YOU'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-1258794971557919286</id><published>2010-03-17T11:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T11:13:12.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT WAS 11.11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made a WISH&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/11041816-1258794971557919286?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/1258794971557919286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-was-1111_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/1258794971557919286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/1258794971557919286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-was-1111_17.html' title='IT WAS 11.11'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-8107689620989481963</id><published>2010-03-16T20:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T20:37:55.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was suppose to be done. No more. Oh SHIT! I'm tearing up. NOOO... This is not how it's suppose to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-8107689620989481963?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/8107689620989481963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-cant-be-happening_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/8107689620989481963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/8107689620989481963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-cant-be-happening_16.html' title='THIS CAN&apos;T BE HAPPENING'/><author><name>Shak</name><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-11041816.post-3060293701199506908</id><published>2010-03-16T19:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T19:28:06.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which would you choose?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S59qTHHnCPI/AAAAAAAAA7I/Bv6Pi-V4hlQ/s1600-h/magic.jpeg"&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/_DDe22pcCT1U/S59qTHHnCPI/AAAAAAAAA7I/Bv6Pi-V4hlQ/s320/magic.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449190950702614770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone ask you,  to choose between relieving one perfect day again and again and living life with no perfect days, which would you choose?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11041816-3060293701199506908?l=myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/feeds/3060293701199506908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/which-would-you-choose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/3060293701199506908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11041816/posts/default/3060293701199506908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myhappyeverafter.blogspot.com/2010/03/which-would-you-choose.html' title='Which would you choose?'/><author><name>Shak</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDe22pcCT1U/S59qTHHnCPI/AAAAAAAAA7I/Bv6Pi-V4hlQ/s72-c/magic.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
