<?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-5147527693102040328</id><updated>2011-07-08T18:39:32.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fantabulous</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>191</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-7618192864363296746</id><published>2010-08-19T23:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T00:15:40.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Moved to &lt;a href="http://starsdrops.livejournal.com/"&gt;livejournal&lt;/a&gt;. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Many things happened recently, and I do not wish to elaborate because it's like nightmare. And, I decided to move my blog, because I don't wish to post at a blog that hurt me so much. However, I chose not to delete this blog, because this is where a lot of mine memories are written over here. (: So, may be posting over here. But most probably, I will be posting in livejournal. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, blogger. I will miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-7618192864363296746?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/7618192864363296746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/7618192864363296746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/moved.html' title='moved'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-1312127438175915163</id><published>2010-08-10T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T21:47:55.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TGFUQyrOf-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/lqZ2zFItZhY/s1600/DSC05667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TGFUQyrOf-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/lqZ2zFItZhY/s320/DSC05667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503772867081175010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo above : &lt;a href= "http://kiwiflava.blogspot.com"&gt;Linda's blog&lt;/a&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP celebration in school was great on friday! :D Didn't join the flag formation though, but times in studio was fun, busy and fast. :/ Haha. Nervous to the max! Although I made some mistakes. ): But it was great to be on stage, dancing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework waiting for me. ): I haven't been touching books for the past three days. :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to finish up homework, goodnight. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-1312127438175915163?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/1312127438175915163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/1312127438175915163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/dance.html' title='dance'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TGFUQyrOf-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/lqZ2zFItZhY/s72-c/DSC05667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-7256283890425078402</id><published>2010-08-05T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T23:55:53.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a love</title><content type='html'>I bought new contacts today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got stage fright! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few more hours to ndp day celebration. Feeling really scared now, despite telling myself it's going to be okay. :/. I'm really scared to forget dance steps! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully everything is going to be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-7256283890425078402?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/7256283890425078402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/7256283890425078402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/love.html' title='a love'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-9046348752847485919</id><published>2010-08-02T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T00:24:22.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love the way it hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It  is better to be alone, she figures, than to be with someone who can’t  see who you are. It is better to lead than to follow. It is better to  speak up than stay silent. It is better to open doors than to shut them  on people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-E. Lockhart, quotebook tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping out of your life, isn't going to be because I don't love you. But because, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you don't accept who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-9046348752847485919?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/9046348752847485919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/9046348752847485919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-way-it-hurts.html' title='love the way it hurts'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-6149034840631121606</id><published>2010-08-01T01:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T01:46:24.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TFRf2vleSnI/AAAAAAAAAVk/4Eyt8L2MHxk/s1600/Imageicecream1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TFRf2RVBpII/AAAAAAAAAVc/yqk4709EUI8/s1600/Imageicecream"&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/_cLwFBouu0-E/TFRf2RVBpII/AAAAAAAAAVc/yqk4709EUI8/s320/Imageicecream" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500126430895383682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TFRf2Nd8XsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/_RcQzNHT6ic/s1600/icecream"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TFRf2Nd8XsI/AAAAAAAAAVU/_RcQzNHT6ic/s320/icecream" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500126429859045058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with dad and mom today to railway mall. Haha, was meant to walk around a park near there, but changed of plans, and decided to just walked around there. (: Nothing much to walk about actually, ): boreeeed.  Then went to clementi for chocolate and lemon ice-cream. :D. Love both flavour. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling really tired and didn't touch books today. :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, got to wake up early tomorrow. Plus, I've got a lot of homework waiting for me. ): Goodnight lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything is going to be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I still remember how you used to complain to me whenever you are hungry.. I miss you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-6149034840631121606?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/6149034840631121606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/6149034840631121606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/believe.html' title='believe'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TFRf2RVBpII/AAAAAAAAAVc/yqk4709EUI8/s72-c/Imageicecream' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-8944644626468583621</id><published>2010-07-30T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T23:56:08.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.                                                                                                                                                                                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jonathan Safran Foer, quotebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-8944644626468583621?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/8944644626468583621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/8944644626468583621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/there-were-things-i-wanted-to-tell-him.html' title='scars'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-2262792379995112934</id><published>2010-07-30T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T23:30:31.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a man to do</title><content type='html'>What am I supposed to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tripped over love. Hate love right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-2262792379995112934?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/2262792379995112934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/2262792379995112934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-am-i-supposed-to-say-tripped-over.html' title='what a man to do'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-4683826785430958580</id><published>2010-07-29T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T23:20:17.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday was only a dream. But, I'm  glad I had that dream although it hurts more after waking up from the  dream. Felt like you returned to my side. But, today, everything  returned to how it is after 17th july.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-4683826785430958580?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/4683826785430958580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/4683826785430958580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/dream.html' title='dream'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-2059646933189513688</id><published>2010-07-29T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T23:19:11.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden</title><content type='html'>Went for dance cip today, at yishun library with other dancers. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-2059646933189513688?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/2059646933189513688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/2059646933189513688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/golden.html' title='Golden'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-6586932957752711369</id><published>2010-07-28T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T00:29:03.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>Finally, it has become yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought sweets to school yesterday. (: In fact, I ate too much of sweets and wasn't feeling well for some time. Haha. But I couldn't help stop eating sweets, lessons were tiring, felt like sleeping but there are plenty of things that I need to study. :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt so tired yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, another tiring day I guess. Hopefully everything is going to be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-6586932957752711369?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/6586932957752711369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/6586932957752711369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-1212656751325654737</id><published>2010-07-27T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T00:39:23.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone tell my heart</title><content type='html'>Days before we broke up, after 27th, you suddenly let me listen to this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ohhh ohhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ohhhhh ohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ohhhhh yeaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd be a liar if I told you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I didn't see it coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be more of a liar if I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey I didn't want it to be something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You deserve much better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the love that you have shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know you won't believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But girl I swear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I got love for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big love for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even when I'm tripping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The fact remains that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You will always be my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But take the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby take the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't hide my feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Especially when the whole world can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That my heart is in two different places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got you in my life and I wanna do right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it's hard to let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When my love has two different faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I can't pretise cause they both look right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone tell me what's a man to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When he's loving two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And he don't wanna lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But he can't tell the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's a man to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When he's loving two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But he can't keep his heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In two different places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In two different places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know you feel it cause you stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is much more to this story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I'd be a fool to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I trust her and I'm always gonna love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know that you don't wanna hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I been living on the edge baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I guess yea baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She ain't nothing but she is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But why take her through it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I still got love for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big love for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even when I'm tripping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The fact remains that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You will always be my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But take the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby take the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't hide my feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Especially when the whole world can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That my heart is in two different places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got you in my life and I wanna do right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it's hard to let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When my love has two different faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I can't pretise cause they both look right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone tell me what's a man to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When he's loving two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And he don't wanna lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But he can't tell the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's a man to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When he's loving two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But he can't keep his heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In two different places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not in two different places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanna tell you it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That I ain't thinking of her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanna really mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That I want you to see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That I'm really trying to leave her behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I'm trying not to make you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanna tell you that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I ain't playing games and I'm dedicated to receive a change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But when I look in the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's the same old me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That my heart is in two different places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got you in my life and I wanna do right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it's hard to let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When my love has two different faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I can't pretise cause they both look right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone tell me what's a man to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When he's loving two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And he don't wanna lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But he can't tell the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's a man to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When he's loving two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But he can't keep his heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In two different places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not in two different places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not in two different places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Usher, what's a man to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have guessed what you been wanting to tell me. Espacially those bold words I guess.&lt;br /&gt;When  I first listened to it, I didn't pay attention to the lyrics. You told  me it is about this guy having feelings for another girl. And, I joked  that you let me listen because you had another girl. You denied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss you. I love you, really a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, 27th, I feel as much pain as when I found out about this relationship ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go on with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to tell myself that it's really over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That it's just to late for me to go back there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Need to walk away, need to keep my pride, on with my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gettin' sick and tired of this situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somethin' deep inside just can't seem to face it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not goin' back but somehow I can't say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CHORUS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone needs to tell my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get it to believe that it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tried and tried a thousand times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm still here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can try to walk away but I only seem to end up nowhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I made up my mind that's the easy part... someone tell my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We went through the trials and the tribulations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Til' I finally got tired of all the waiting, for you to come in, tell ya this was it, this I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I deserve better, than you gave me, I deserve better and it kills me, that i'm holdin' on, I need to be strong, let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CHORUS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone needs to tell my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get it to believe that it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tried and tried a thousand times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm still here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can try to walk away but I only seem to end up nowhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I made up my mind that's the easy part..someone tell my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone tell my heart, I don't love you if I can't convince myself, I just don't know what i'm gonna do, what i'm gonna do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-keyshia cole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every minute, I still think of you. Every night, I can't fall asleep. Every single morning, the first thing I do is to check your sms. But, I already know that you moved on with your friends, your love, without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love songs, they express feelings  and thoughts through their lyrics. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Herman Hesse, quotebook tumblr&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-1212656751325654737?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/1212656751325654737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/1212656751325654737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/someone-tell-my-heart.html' title='someone tell my heart'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-7752765948804766212</id><published>2010-07-27T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T00:08:21.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shooting stars</title><content type='html'>27th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you do want to celebrate with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy first month anniversary to you and her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-7752765948804766212?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/7752765948804766212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/7752765948804766212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/shooting-stars.html' title='shooting stars'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-59922833362194939</id><published>2010-07-26T23:00:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T00:04:24.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0592-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0592-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 436px; height: 326px;" src="http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/Photo0592-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0580-2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/Photo0580-2-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;He is sad of his hairstyle now.. Haha, that vain boy. Never ever fail to  complain to me after each haircut. :/. Cheer up! You look adorable,  always to me. (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE2mROD0sXI/AAAAAAAAARk/6Qhe17Giwwc/s1600/Imagelove"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE2mROD0sXI/AAAAAAAAARk/6Qhe17Giwwc/s320/Imagelove" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498233534851363186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE2oh8fVNPI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Np_rfv4x1yY/s1600/bored"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE2oh8fVNPI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Np_rfv4x1yY/s320/bored" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498236021215933682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE2l3ij1ewI/AAAAAAAAARc/UkAdqR0pp6Y/s1600/Imagehi"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE2l3ij1ewI/AAAAAAAAARc/UkAdqR0pp6Y/s320/Imagehi" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498233093677742850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing with my webcam. Haha. So bored. :/. I have no idea why the quality changes suddenly. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, few more minutes to 27th. But, I'm not going to think of it too much I hope. ); It takes time to recover from hurt, and maybe it will take a freaking long time, but, I'm going to try my best to get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance today was really fun! (: Hopefully dance tomorrow will be fun as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My physics test was a total disaster. I didn't even realise there was a test at first. :/. Tried to spend five minutes studying for it, and obviously, I can't answer most of the questions. ): Rest of the lessons were okay. And, I forgot to bring sweets! ): I fell asleep during physics test. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did most of my homework today. So proud of myself. HAHA. I tried doing amath. And after doing first part of the first question, I gave up. :/. But, I tried to do most of the other homework. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I shall go and sleep now. Goodnight. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not look back and grieve over the past, for it is gone; and do not be troubled about the future, for it has not yet come. Live in the present, and make it so beautiful that it will be worth remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ida Scott Taylor, quotebook tumblr&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss you. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-59922833362194939?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/59922833362194939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/59922833362194939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/memories.html' title='memories'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE2mROD0sXI/AAAAAAAAARk/6Qhe17Giwwc/s72-c/Imagelove' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-8524153540576716690</id><published>2010-07-25T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T23:43:18.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The  difference between school and life? In school, you’re taught a lesson  and then given a test. In life, you’re given a test that teaches you a  lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Tom Bodett , quotebook tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to catch on what I missed last week, since I wasn't paying attention to any lessons. ): So tomorrow, I'm going to get myself a packet of sweets, and pay attention to my lessons. Well, at least, that's my aim for tomorrow. To catch up on my studies. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-8524153540576716690?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/8524153540576716690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/8524153540576716690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-3281213685645559172</id><published>2010-07-25T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T23:14:02.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy birthday, dad. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-3281213685645559172?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/3281213685645559172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/3281213685645559172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/birthday_25.html' title='birthday'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-988790436971615070</id><published>2010-07-25T02:02:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T11:40:26.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you belong to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;I would rather do absolutely nothing, than something without you.&lt;br /&gt;-quotebook, tumblr&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TEst1KwqrkI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/8Db8LkWPy-s/s1600/Image3"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TEst1KwqrkI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/8Db8LkWPy-s/s320/Image3" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497538161580617282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It has been 9 days after our breakup. I miss him. But, I coping well I guess. I haven't been focusing on my studies and although I said I'm keeping myself busy, I think of him all the time. Each time I wake up, the first thing I check is his sms, the first thing I think of is him. :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time seems to pass slow, and also fast without him. It has been already 9 days. I thought I couldn't even take it for like 3 days? Haha. But, it been a week or more. But, each day seems to pass so slow without him. Okay, do I make sense? :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friends, I treated them as mine. However, they don't treat me as their friend. Feel like such a failure. :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for dance, I couldn't remember dance steps. Friday was such a bad day for me. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies, is fine, managed to clear the topic on amaths today, sort of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even though the way seems rough and, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even when I've had enough and, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my strength is gone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gotta find a way to keep moving on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I feel rejected, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I keep my head up 'cause I can't let it break me down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ohh yeah) 'cause I won't be broken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I hadn't been in good mood. Everyday is like a bad day to me,  almost like I've given up on everything and just simply have no mood  for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, well this is going to change. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to love myself, and take care of myself from now on. Hope it's not too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tired. But, I can't fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Quotebook tumblr&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-988790436971615070?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/988790436971615070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/988790436971615070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-belong-to-me.html' title='you belong to me'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TEst1KwqrkI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/8Db8LkWPy-s/s72-c/Image3' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-6726481279434759713</id><published>2010-07-24T11:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T11:45:19.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stories about another girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TEpgvV0Q8jI/AAAAAAAAAQU/n4xygB-JIVw/s1600/tumblr_kxz6l8FNNA1qa92g7o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TEpgvV0Q8jI/AAAAAAAAAQU/n4xygB-JIVw/s320/tumblr_kxz6l8FNNA1qa92g7o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497312661585588786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories, memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime feeling down, it's these memories that makes me feel better or worse.&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/5147527693102040328-6726481279434759713?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/6726481279434759713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/6726481279434759713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/stories-about-another-girl.html' title='stories about another girl'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TEpgvV0Q8jI/AAAAAAAAAQU/n4xygB-JIVw/s72-c/tumblr_kxz6l8FNNA1qa92g7o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-9172105128645661599</id><published>2010-07-22T23:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T23:47:15.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break free</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TEhnydH06rI/AAAAAAAAAQM/UY9p1GKUYK0/s1600/tumblr_kzz4oufw3n1qzlthzo1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TEhnydH06rI/AAAAAAAAAQM/UY9p1GKUYK0/s320/tumblr_kzz4oufw3n1qzlthzo1_400.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496757461714266802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be wanting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No that ain't no way to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How I  feel, read my lips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because I'm so over..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moving on, it's my  time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you never were a friend of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hurt at first, a little  bit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but now I'm so over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so over it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't call,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't  come by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ain't no use,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't ask me why,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you'll never change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there'll  be no more crying in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop pulling me back. I want to move forward, with or without you. It doesn't matter &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anymore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been trying to be nice, trying to be polite, trying to show you I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;But you don't fucking appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I give up on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the girl you chose, was her, not me. I wish you went off with her. Because, you are nothing but a person to toture my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm fucking angry with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-9172105128645661599?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/9172105128645661599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/9172105128645661599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/break-free.html' title='Break free'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TEhnydH06rI/AAAAAAAAAQM/UY9p1GKUYK0/s72-c/tumblr_kzz4oufw3n1qzlthzo1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-1630430809918071317</id><published>2010-07-22T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T23:28:41.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt.</title><content type='html'>Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is getting pretty bad recently. ): Wished things can get better, but it's just keep getting worse. :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything will be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-1630430809918071317?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/1630430809918071317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/1630430809918071317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/hurt.html' title='Hurt.'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-5353590893386940586</id><published>2010-07-22T18:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T18:26:27.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleeding heart</title><content type='html'>I thought you could change.&lt;br /&gt;I thought this love will work out this time.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could give you another chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, giving you another chance simple means giving you another chance to hurt me all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish, you are never ever in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-5353590893386940586?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/5353590893386940586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/5353590893386940586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/bleeding-heart.html' title='bleeding heart'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-7173855012884914889</id><published>2010-07-21T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T23:02:23.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another.</title><content type='html'>I just want to have a good sleep right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired, every night couldn't sleep well and even had a nightmare last night. :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is terrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-7173855012884914889?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/7173855012884914889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/7173855012884914889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/another.html' title='another.'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-13039135083312214</id><published>2010-07-20T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T23:42:02.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>makes me smile</title><content type='html'>When you first left me I was wanting more&lt;br /&gt;But you were kissing that girl  next door, what you do that for?&lt;br /&gt;When you first left me I didn't know  what to say&lt;br /&gt;I never been on my own that way, just sat by myself all  day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so lost back then&lt;br /&gt;But with a little help from my  friends&lt;br /&gt;I found a light in the tunnel at the end&lt;br /&gt;Now you're  calling me up on the phone&lt;br /&gt;So you can have a little whine and a moan&lt;br /&gt;And  it's only because you're feeling alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, when I see you  cry,&lt;br /&gt;it makes me smile, it makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;At worst, I feel bad  for a while,&lt;br /&gt;But then I just smile,&lt;br /&gt;I go ahead and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever  you see me you say that you want me back&lt;br /&gt;And I tell you it don't  mean jack, no it don't mean jack&lt;br /&gt;I  couldn't stop laughing, no I just couldn't help myself&lt;br /&gt;See you  messed up my mental health, I was quite unwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so lost back  then&lt;br /&gt;But with a little help from my friends&lt;br /&gt;I found a light in  the tunnel at the end&lt;br /&gt;An' now you're calling me up on the phone&lt;br /&gt;So  you can have a little whine and a moan&lt;br /&gt;An' it's only because you're  feeling alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first when I see you cry,&lt;br /&gt;It makes me smile,  it makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;At worst I feel bad for a while,&lt;br /&gt;But then I just  smile, I go ahead and smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first when I see you cry, (when I  see you cry)&lt;br /&gt;it makes me smile, it makes me smile (it makes me  smile)&lt;br /&gt;At worst I feel bad for a while, (I feel bad for a while)&lt;br /&gt;But  then I just smile ( But then I just smile, I go ahead and smile...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Glee, smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glee is a great show. (: Must watch! :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song makes me smile. ;) haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-13039135083312214?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/13039135083312214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/13039135083312214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/makes-me-smile.html' title='makes me smile'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-3138993729186934533</id><published>2010-07-20T16:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T16:59:38.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cookies and cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TEVjqTOQY_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/pEEWs9roK_Y/s1600/tumblr_l04v6uz5eG1qazs7oo1_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TEVjqTOQY_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/pEEWs9roK_Y/s320/tumblr_l04v6uz5eG1qazs7oo1_250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495908498641282034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening compre today was kind of great. Well, others get to go off at 12.50 p.m..! Envious. :/. Went for CIP for 40 minutes or so. So tired recently, always falling asleep in class. ): But, couldn't fall asleep at night unless crying myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been leaving my homework undone recently. Tsk. I sat infront of the study desk for hours, determined to study hard each time, but when I opened the books, I just can't focus! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stuck in memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carebear becomes my bestfriend. Been hugging her for comfort when cry. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that our hamster starts climbing on fence to its house. Haha. Adorable hamster. Wished I could take a look at it.. I miss hamster..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you, very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-3138993729186934533?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/3138993729186934533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/3138993729186934533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/cookies-and-cream.html' title='cookies and cream'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TEVjqTOQY_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/pEEWs9roK_Y/s72-c/tumblr_l04v6uz5eG1qazs7oo1_250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-9146586616283605203</id><published>2010-07-19T21:04:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T22:08:20.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>morning calls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TERbTdT3ztI/AAAAAAAAAP0/m_V-ho46SVE/s1600/19072010092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TERbTdT3ztI/AAAAAAAAAP0/m_V-ho46SVE/s320/19072010092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495617835142467282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racial harmony day today. (: I wore indian costume today! Haha. Indian  yanfang, haha. :D. The costume is pretty! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TERaYeRfr3I/AAAAAAAAAPk/xsaa3k8lltY/s1600/19072010094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TERaYeRfr3I/AAAAAAAAAPk/xsaa3k8lltY/s320/19072010094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495616821788651378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TERZZ-v4yVI/AAAAAAAAAPc/JixeRAt-zEI/s1600/19072010088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TERZZ-v4yVI/AAAAAAAAAPc/JixeRAt-zEI/s320/19072010088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495615748174301522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TERa5HRc6xI/AAAAAAAAAPs/WympVTNEof0/s1600/19072010091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TERa5HRc6xI/AAAAAAAAAPs/WympVTNEof0/s320/19072010091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495617382550137618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Special thanks to this lovely, for lending me the costume. (L). Thanks,  lucretia! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sure I'm going to fail emath + chemistry test. :/. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day in school without him. Really couldn't adapt it, but things  will get better, I guess. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss him, terribly. :/.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, I can't focus on anything right now. ): Although I said I'm going to keep myself busy, but I can't help to think of him. I just can't bear to walk away. But, I'm going to continue to try to keep myself busy. :D. Time passes faster that way. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you so much.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-9146586616283605203?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/9146586616283605203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/9146586616283605203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/morning-calls.html' title='morning calls'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TERbTdT3ztI/AAAAAAAAAP0/m_V-ho46SVE/s72-c/19072010092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-6044841867823895474</id><published>2010-07-19T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T22:06:33.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's over</title><content type='html'>Got this story from &lt;a href="http://kiwiflava.blogspot.com/"&gt;Linda&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://estherhhy.wordpress.com/"&gt;Huiying&lt;/a&gt; blogs. Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nice story. :D. Felt sad after reading it. So true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A student ask a teacher, ‘What is love?’  The teacher said, ‘In order  to answer your question, go to the padi field and choose the biggest  padi and come back. But the rule is: you can go through them only once  and cannot turn back to pick. The student went to the field, go through  first row, he saw one big padi, but he wonders…. maybe there is a bigger  one later. Then he saw another bigger one… but maybe there is an even  bigger one waiting for him. Later, when he finished more than half of  the padi field, he start to realise that the padi is not as big as the  previous one he saw, he know he has missed the biggest one, and he  regretted!!! So,he ended up went back to the teacher with empty hand.  The teacher told him, ‘This is love… you keep looking for a better one,  but when later you realise, you have already miss the person.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“‘What is marriage then?’ the student asked. The teacher said, ‘In  order to answer your question, go to the corn field and choose the  biggest corn and come back. But the rule is: you can go through them  only once and cannot turn back to pick. The student went to the corn  field, this time he is careful not to repeat the previous mistake, when  he reach the middle of the field, he has picked one medium corn that he  feel satisfy, and come back to the teacher. The teacher told him, ‘This  time you bring back a corn,  you look for one that is just nice, and you  have faith and believe this is the best one you get. This is marriage.’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So the student asked again, ‘teacher, what is like when having affair  after married?” The teacher then said, ‘In order to answer your  question, go to the lime farm And choose the most beautiful lime before  you come back again. But the rule is: you can go through them only once  and cannot turn back to pick. So after having the experiences of going  to the paddy field and corn field, the student started to wonder, “what  if I try to bring back as many as I can. I will sure get the nicest one”  And so he did. But before he could finish the whole farm, he had  already having two handfuls of limes in his hand. With no choice, he  returned back to the classroom. When the student is back, the teacher  saw the numbers of limes in his hand, and the teacher smiles. Having an  affair when you are married. It is like the feeling when you are going  to the lime farm. After having Gfs/Bfs and a wife/husband, you realised  that it would be better to have more and better one then regret. All the  women/man out there is seem nicer and prettier then your wife/husband.  And it is easier to choose then before. Before you can finish the entire  farm, your hands are filled. When you try to eat them one by one, the  taste is getting more and more sour. Some of the lime are so sour that  you cant take it. The answer is…”The numbers of lime you eat, is the  numbers you wanted to try having affair, the taste when you start  eating, it is what your marriage will be.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After asking so many questions, the student decided to ask one last  question about relationship and marriage. So he asked the teacher again.  Student say:” I would like to ask one last question before I go. So  what if ones is married but alone (MBA)” Teacher explained. “If you have  gone to a berry farm, choose and pick as many sweet berries as you can,  when you are done, I will tell you what to do.” And so the student  follows the instruction and did what he was told. After having a handful  of sweet and nice berry, the teacher instructed the student to keep all  the berry which he had and filled it into a opened jar. The student was  told not to do anything about it for a week. A week later…. When the  student returns and asked for the result of the berries he had, the  teacher showed him the place where he had the berries kept. The berry is  begin to rot and ants crawling all over it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The teacher said, for a sweetest marriage but without any care and  love, it will start to rot. No matter how sweet it is or how fresh it  was, time still take control. No matter how loving a couple used to be  or how well they had get along, but after along time without showing any  care and concern, the marriage will rot. As the teacher was explaining,  the student was looking at the ants crawling in and out of the jar. The  student asked again, so what is the ants about? “Well, no matter how  your berries will rots, there is still sweetness in them. If you fail to  find out how sweet they are, there are still many more predators  outside preying at your berries.” The teacher added, ” If you fail to  take care of your own sweet, don’t blame others for taking it."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="postfeedback"&gt;         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-6044841867823895474?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/6044841867823895474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/6044841867823895474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-over.html' title='it&apos;s over'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-2457169380132155369</id><published>2010-07-18T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T18:35:15.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're not sorry.</title><content type='html'>Time seems to pass so slow without you.&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm adapting to it.&lt;br /&gt;So please, keep that drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So numb till I can't feel anything right now. Big carebear is still by my side, every now and then, but it doesn't feel the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for religious class today, to keep myself busy. But, it didn't work exactly, although I managed to chat with amanda. (: No appetite for lunch, and when passed by stadium, it reminds me of him. Memories, are still fresh in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, so what? It's over ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All this time i was wasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hoping you would come around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been  giving out chances every time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and all you do is let me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and  its taken me this long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baby but i figured you out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and you're  thinking well be fine again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but not this time around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you  don't have to Call -- anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i won't pick up the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is  the last straw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't wanna to hurt anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and you can tell me  that you're sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but i don't believe you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like i did before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're not sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and  now you're asking me to listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cause its worked each time before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-2457169380132155369?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/2457169380132155369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/2457169380132155369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/youre-not-sorry.html' title='you&apos;re not sorry.'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-4476673241415071650</id><published>2010-07-18T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T14:23:08.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fake rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;"What you feel only matters to you. It’s what you do to the people  you say you love, that’s what matters. It’s the only thing that counts."&lt;/h3&gt;     &lt;p&gt;— The Last Kiss&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-4476673241415071650?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/4476673241415071650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/4476673241415071650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/fake-rose.html' title='fake rose'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-565112586968725281</id><published>2010-07-18T09:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T09:16:54.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not anymore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That drama, I don't want it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Created new facebook account, new start, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with swollen eyes again, and when I woke up, first thing was to check my phone just to check if he text me or not. And, then I put down my phone, and scold myself stupid. Haha. He isn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt; anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-565112586968725281?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/565112586968725281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/565112586968725281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/not-anymore.html' title='not anymore.'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-7900358238468851217</id><published>2010-07-17T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T20:11:27.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one you most, hurts you the most</title><content type='html'>Numb. Pain. Numb. Then pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Falling out of love is hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Falling for betrayal is worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Building faith on love is worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Empty promises will wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Impossible shontelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreak. I'm trying to be happy, I'm trying to be strong. I'm trying to keep myself busy. But it still hurts, so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It hurts to pretend to be happy when smsing you, knowing you love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I broke up with him. And, said hello to freedom. I wasn't happy, I felt myself shivering. And then breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything reminds me of him now. And, whatever I tried to do, I keep thinking of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so, pain in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-7900358238468851217?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/7900358238468851217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/7900358238468851217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/betrayed-by-him.html' title='the one you most, hurts you the most'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-3457171236921909715</id><published>2010-07-17T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T12:43:50.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't want it anymore</title><content type='html'>Woke up with swollen eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The feeling of sharing boyfriend with another girl isn't good.&lt;/span&gt; Not good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the funny thing is, he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-3457171236921909715?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/3457171236921909715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/3457171236921909715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-dont-want-it-anymore.html' title='i don&apos;t want it anymore'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-1713796338461971804</id><published>2010-07-16T18:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T18:46:49.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Got my damn mascara running down my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crying buckets in the  bathroom of this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the mirror, asking how could this be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suddenly  the mirror started talking back at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It said "what the hell you  doing? baby wipe your face, girl those tears are special, don't let em  go to waste. pull yourself together cause we gon be okay, walk right up  to him &amp;amp; that chick and this is what you say"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You  ain't worth my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You ain't worth my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There ain't no love  here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm gon be just fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You ain't worth my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On to  something new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No more tears for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No more tears for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There'll  be no more tears for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm alright, fix my hair make sure  my makeup's reapplied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Regain my composure get back in my stride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Said  to the mirror, your new start is right outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walk up out the  bathroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He won't see me coming, he's sitting in the corner with a  girl &amp;amp; not a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I walk up, such a scared look on his face  (hey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I just smile &amp;amp; this is what I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have the right to knock her out that  chair (hey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I'm a lady, so I won't take it there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can not  believe that I shed tears for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But with dry eyes I'm telling you  we're through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- No more tears by jojo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well,  I've been the super girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let you think that nothing bother me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like  when you go out with your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And people bring me back the  stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The stories 'bout them other girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Bout this one and  that one and those three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So when I ask a simple question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Where  were you last night?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You wanna yell and scream and try to flip it on  me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somebody say I don't want it anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't  want it anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somebody say I don't want it anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want  it anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause I've dried my eyes and I realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I deserve  somebody that'll treat me right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because I know my word so you  can keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That drama, I don't want it anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ooh, oh, oh oh, not  anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mmm, no more settling for less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm looking for that  kind of man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's gonna give his best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause I'm giving my best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A  man that wants to cherish this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And knows exactly how to woo me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not  some silly little boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who wants my goodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause he took me to  the movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somebody say I don't want it anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't  want it anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somebody say I don't want it anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want  it anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause I've dried my eyes and I realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I deserve  somebody that'll treat me right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Not anymore, letoya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These songs made me feel a little better. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can don't care at all. But, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss him like crazy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And, the fact that, someone else taken my place in his heart, hurts a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I give you back all your freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What are you doing now? Are you with her ..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-1713796338461971804?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/1713796338461971804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/1713796338461971804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/got-my-damn-mascara-running-down-my.html' title='pretend.'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-6070060709817623015</id><published>2010-07-16T18:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T18:21:42.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brokenheart</title><content type='html'>I'm not okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him so much.&lt;br /&gt;My tears don't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm gonna be okay, right ..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-6070060709817623015?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/6070060709817623015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/6070060709817623015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/brokenheart.html' title='brokenheart'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-831389589881137382</id><published>2010-07-14T23:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T23:50:40.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TD3ZrZLh_0I/AAAAAAAAAN0/-fjnos9K620/s1600/tumblr_l47utmM9pP1qb13xjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TD3ZrZLh_0I/AAAAAAAAAN0/-fjnos9K620/s320/tumblr_l47utmM9pP1qb13xjo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493786459978727234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Olevel chinese oral exam was supposed to be on tuesday, but I took it on wednesday which is today because I lost my voice from sunday. And, now my voice is recovering fast and well. (: Sound like a guy for the past three days or so. :/. Sexy voice. Haha. Lucretia was making fun of my voice. Like donald duck. Haha. I'm coughing like crazy now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my oral exam was bad, really bad. Was the first for my oral exam, and I was so nervous. ): Felt like crying when waiting, I know I could have done better for my oral exam .. Nevermind, it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;But you have changed ..&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/5147527693102040328-831389589881137382?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/831389589881137382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/831389589881137382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/simple.html' title='simple'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TD3ZrZLh_0I/AAAAAAAAAN0/-fjnos9K620/s72-c/tumblr_l47utmM9pP1qb13xjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-716403570284325817</id><published>2010-07-11T10:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T10:34:13.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TDkrDZm2AmI/AAAAAAAAANk/YiVlq5pG2lM/s1600/tumblr_kxq6b8t1lB1qb2oi8o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TDkrDZm2AmI/AAAAAAAAANk/YiVlq5pG2lM/s320/tumblr_kxq6b8t1lB1qb2oi8o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492468557968441954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweeeeeeeeeet. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped religious class today, because I wasn't feeling well. Feeling really nervous and worried for later. :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything will be fine.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TDko6IPLWLI/AAAAAAAAANM/sJENWPTqVDE/s1600/tumblr_kw9hgvRDbS1qarzfno1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-716403570284325817?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/716403570284325817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/716403570284325817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/stuck-with-each-other.html' title='coffee'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TDkrDZm2AmI/AAAAAAAAANk/YiVlq5pG2lM/s72-c/tumblr_kxq6b8t1lB1qb2oi8o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-4771461713007230276</id><published>2010-07-09T16:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T18:00:20.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TDbvepezMuI/AAAAAAAAAM0/PRg6ZQ_ao1s/s1600/tumblr_l52s5qBR7w1qzyrwvo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TDbu5JSJJbI/AAAAAAAAAMs/M5v0a19SCpI/s1600/tumblr_kw39h62eFB1qa1fe8o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TDbu5JSJJbI/AAAAAAAAAMs/M5v0a19SCpI/s320/tumblr_kw39h62eFB1qa1fe8o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491839461136868786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to school today, due to fever. Managed to survive through maths srp on wednesday with fever, and dragged myself to school on thursday but this morning, I surrendered and didn't go to school. :/. I MISS BABY A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so boring at home. But I'm getting better. (: Did like more than 50 questions on standard form. And still have like 110 questions more to finish. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More revision and homework to be done but really don't feel like doing any homework. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I really hope everything will be fine. I want to be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-4771461713007230276?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/4771461713007230276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/4771461713007230276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/smiles.html' title='Smiles'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TDbu5JSJJbI/AAAAAAAAAMs/M5v0a19SCpI/s72-c/tumblr_kw39h62eFB1qa1fe8o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-4700918476753159610</id><published>2010-07-04T11:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T16:52:55.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>glossy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TDAAm9ySOuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/CU88QuKlTBI/s1600/03072010042%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TC__plzCTLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/l-hHc0wL0bI/s1600/04072010061%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TC__plzCTLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/l-hHc0wL0bI/s320/04072010061%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489887560773815474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TC__CsVb_tI/AAAAAAAAAL8/m9rNM1xY7AI/s1600/03072010040%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TC__CMJDGoI/AAAAAAAAAL0/VvxrVqdYtUY/s1600/03072010024%5B1%5D"&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/_cLwFBouu0-E/TC__CMJDGoI/AAAAAAAAAL0/VvxrVqdYtUY/s320/03072010024%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489886883871922818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for ndp rehearsal with family yesterday. (: It was great, but too bad it was raining, quite heavily. Wore poncho throughout the performance, haha. And, some went off even before the show ended. :/. But those performers are really pitiful, they had to perform in the rain. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything is fine ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-4700918476753159610?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/4700918476753159610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/4700918476753159610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/glossy.html' title='glossy'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TC__plzCTLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/l-hHc0wL0bI/s72-c/04072010061%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-1377774371793964056</id><published>2010-07-03T00:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T00:35:56.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell them I was happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TC4VWMtu-_I/AAAAAAAAALs/7Yuun4Wjbm0/s1600/Image1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TC4P1O_EFEI/AAAAAAAAALc/-5sTua7o_r4/s1600/tumblr_kzz8diHabg1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TC4P1O_EFEI/AAAAAAAAALc/-5sTua7o_r4/s320/tumblr_kzz8diHabg1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489342403041301570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's friday, finally. (: Had dance after school, and it was fun and tiring. :D. Ran around second level for 5 times I think. I didn't count because I felt like I couldn't make it, haha. But, I felt good after the run. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary from monday to friday :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I changed seating position, all the way to the back. :/. Because I was told that my studies are better. But, which part of better it is when I failed my physics, amaths, emaths and social studies for midyear exam papers. :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Baby got me a new phone as my birthday present. Though it isn't my ideal phone, this phone is gorgeous! Thanks baby, I love you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TC4TT78kdTI/AAAAAAAAALk/-fp0IhZzQjQ/s1600/Image.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TC4TT78kdTI/AAAAAAAAALk/-fp0IhZzQjQ/s320/Image.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489346229041394994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. I'm left with one amaths question to complete the worksheet given, which I'm proud of, because I never ever completed amaths worksheet given by teacher. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm in love with amaths. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-1377774371793964056?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/1377774371793964056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/1377774371793964056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/tell-them-i-was-happy.html' title='Tell them I was happy.'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TC4P1O_EFEI/AAAAAAAAALc/-5sTua7o_r4/s72-c/tumblr_kzz8diHabg1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-8670449472415944239</id><published>2010-06-28T20:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T20:27:04.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>impossible love</title><content type='html'>Term 3 starts today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today isn't good, I'm not feeling good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All this time I was wasting, hoping you  would come around&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've  been giving out chances every time and all you do is let me down&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And  its taken me this long baby but I figured you out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you think it  would be fine again but not this time around&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. :/. Off to do maths project that is a must to pass up by tomorrow plus scribble some maths answers that make sense. Keeping myself busy, is better than thinking too much. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-8670449472415944239?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/8670449472415944239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/8670449472415944239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/06/impossible-love.html' title='impossible love'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-9125782476507105181</id><published>2010-06-26T01:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T02:01:01.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCTtGbcz5lI/AAAAAAAAAKk/mEqljCHKv3U/s1600/Image.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCTtGbcz5lI/AAAAAAAAAKk/mEqljCHKv3U/s320/Image.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486770940747703890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my carebear. (: Given by bf. :D. It's the biggest soft toy I get, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been spending my days playing sims 3 so much recently, and leaving my homework undone, collecting dust. :/. I must get my homework finish by next two days, but I don't feel like touching my homework at all. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything will be fine. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-9125782476507105181?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/9125782476507105181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/9125782476507105181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/06/holidays.html' title='holidays'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCTtGbcz5lI/AAAAAAAAAKk/mEqljCHKv3U/s72-c/Image.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-8598926376190347279</id><published>2010-06-24T12:52:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T17:04:38.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project</title><content type='html'>Project in the library with my girls today. (: Love them to the max. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCLmYgMuz_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/k3uY4EQi2zs/s1600/Photo_00020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 200px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486200604725268466" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCLmYgMuz_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/k3uY4EQi2zs/s320/Photo_00020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCLmH_kqqGI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Gmv22Z4qJyA/s1600/Photo_00018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 200px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486200321089382498" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCLmH_kqqGI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Gmv22Z4qJyA/s320/Photo_00018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCLmJBkzGhI/AAAAAAAAAKU/pWGksyC4aKQ/s1600/Photo_00019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 200px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486200338806675986" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCLmJBkzGhI/AAAAAAAAAKU/pWGksyC4aKQ/s320/Photo_00019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCLmHRVRagI/AAAAAAAAAKE/I5Xe7NarzDo/s1600/Photo_00016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 200px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486200308676782594" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCLmHRVRagI/AAAAAAAAAKE/I5Xe7NarzDo/s320/Photo_00016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCLmG8o_-AI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/-PrTqNAkj3s/s1600/Photo_00015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 200px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486200303122380802" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCLmG8o_-AI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/-PrTqNAkj3s/s320/Photo_00015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCLmGnzSXzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/KZT_2rgyMHs/s1600/Photo_00013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 200px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486200297528385330" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCLmGnzSXzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/KZT_2rgyMHs/s320/Photo_00013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCLl17Dv2UI/AAAAAAAAAJs/boMAdDFq6tQ/s1600/Photo_00012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 200px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486200010639923522" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCLl17Dv2UI/AAAAAAAAAJs/boMAdDFq6tQ/s320/Photo_00012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCLl0YuM0sI/AAAAAAAAAJc/tvb72pdeFc8/s1600/Photo_00010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 200px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486199984242873026" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCLl0YuM0sI/AAAAAAAAAJc/tvb72pdeFc8/s320/Photo_00010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCLlzY_N-AI/AAAAAAAAAJU/J2iUhjOhvwI/s1600/Photo_00009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 200px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486199967134382082" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCLlzY_N-AI/AAAAAAAAAJU/J2iUhjOhvwI/s320/Photo_00009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCLlbeTzbOI/AAAAAAAAAJE/3h6iyPS9hmg/s1600/Photo_00005.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCLlypHi8BI/AAAAAAAAAJM/es-8CH5PoE8/s1600/Photo_00006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 200px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486199954284408850" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCLlypHi8BI/AAAAAAAAAJM/es-8CH5PoE8/s320/Photo_00006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCLlaaDZZuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/l3spr7zMNoc/s1600/Photo_00003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 200px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486199537923614434" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCLlaaDZZuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/l3spr7zMNoc/s320/Photo_00003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCLlZZWyLzI/AAAAAAAAAIs/NLjvcJTuT1s/s1600/Photo_00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 200px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486199520556625714" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCLlZZWyLzI/AAAAAAAAAIs/NLjvcJTuT1s/s320/Photo_00002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCLlY_3eaPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/G-nFcEzpWB4/s1600/Photo_00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 200px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486199513714419954" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCLlY_3eaPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/G-nFcEzpWB4/s320/Photo_00001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCLla_XumaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/AF0njK0JFoQ/s1600/Photo_00004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 200px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486199547941001634" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCLla_XumaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/AF0njK0JFoQ/s320/Photo_00004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                    &lt;center&gt;See no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil, think no evil. HAHA.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-8598926376190347279?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/8598926376190347279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/8598926376190347279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/06/project.html' title='Project'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCLmYgMuz_I/AAAAAAAAAKc/k3uY4EQi2zs/s72-c/Photo_00020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-3110710155559431684</id><published>2010-06-22T15:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T15:39:37.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bestfriends</title><content type='html'>Currently at Lucretia's house to do project. (: But her webcam is so tempting. :D. Project plan failed. :/. Unless we can finished up everything by next two hours. :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485498140436027346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCBnfszBV9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/AAgvnCZBtgY/s320/Picture+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485497981243736690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCBnWbwnwnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/80SyU-yCVXY/s320/Picture+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485497974443953730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCBnWCbbTkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/PDFThp2by4w/s320/Picture+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485497972122950658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCBnV5yDnAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cubtI3c-45E/s320/Picture+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485497962511978002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCBnVV-nzhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/QQc-UH8l8r0/s320/Picture+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485497959139454162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCBnVJajLNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ohE_NdCAECc/s320/Picture+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485498579016973938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCBn5Oo3fnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/49ckrcJSF1Q/s320/Picture+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE MY GIRLS. (L)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-3110710155559431684?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/3110710155559431684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/3110710155559431684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/06/bestfriends.html' title='bestfriends'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TCBnfszBV9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/AAgvnCZBtgY/s72-c/Picture+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-7181023372237479502</id><published>2010-06-21T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T17:13:32.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that pain</title><content type='html'>I'm so upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-7181023372237479502?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/7181023372237479502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/7181023372237479502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/06/that-pain.html' title='that pain'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-3099419551135530293</id><published>2010-06-21T11:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T11:57:18.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Density</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TB7het4C1uI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jareB2w0DTg/s1600/16849_232778207768_626547768_3070993_1247542_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TB7het4C1uI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jareB2w0DTg/s320/16849_232778207768_626547768_3070993_1247542_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485069314010830562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old picture, taken during the 2e3'09 chalet. (: Those great times .. I miss all the girls like crazy! :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was father's day. And I was lazy to blog, haha. So happy belated father's day! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was a total disaster, I would say. Spending my day with maths, tsk. And many other things that totally made me feel so upset, but shall not elaborate. Bf should know what I mean. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deleted my facebook account because I don't use it anymore, as in really seldom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy with maths. And, why does it seem like my maths doesn't improve! ):&lt;br /&gt;Two more projects to go and left with one week of holidays. ); Plus, a lot of homework to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start doing my homework now. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-3099419551135530293?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/3099419551135530293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/3099419551135530293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/06/density.html' title='Density'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TB7het4C1uI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jareB2w0DTg/s72-c/16849_232778207768_626547768_3070993_1247542_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-1743547252781507054</id><published>2010-06-18T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T00:04:18.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love filling in the air</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TO ME! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiftheen. (; haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no plans for today, except I think I will be facing books, and books and more books. Plus, a lot a lot and a lot of numbers. :/. Might be going for project too, see how things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, shall go and play sims 3, goodnight. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-1743547252781507054?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/1743547252781507054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/1743547252781507054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-filling-in-air.html' title='love filling in the air'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-1006520623548817425</id><published>2010-06-18T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T18:20:00.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>angels cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_kyj1l5uhjh1qzyrwvo1_400.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/tumblr_kyj1l5uhjh1qzyrwvo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="papertissuetumblr" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't  have walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I would've stayed if you said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We could've made everything okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But we just threw the blame back and forth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few more hours time to 19 june. But I don't feel happy. :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-1006520623548817425?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/1006520623548817425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/1006520623548817425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/06/angels-cry.html' title='angels cry'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-6473580097533880610</id><published>2010-06-16T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T00:38:23.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>great day</title><content type='html'>Short summary :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I BROUGHT BIG CAREBEAR HOME TODAY! (:&lt;br /&gt;2) In love with bf, very much. (L).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, lovelies. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-6473580097533880610?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/6473580097533880610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/6473580097533880610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/06/great-day.html' title='great day'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-8489166757113536020</id><published>2010-06-11T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T23:52:09.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna know what love is</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l2g9c9CJMP1qzog77o1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/tumblr_l2g9c9CJMP1qzog77o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early today, as I was meeting cynthia at 8.30 a.m.. in school. Tired. :/. And I was late, haha. Sorry babe. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did handstand during dance today, with the help of fiona, teacher and some other girls. I not sure who helped me out as I was freaking out and I didn't notice who were helping me. Haha. Fell twice, but didn't get hurt. I felt so great after doing handstand, haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out with bf and girlfriends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-8489166757113536020?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/8489166757113536020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/8489166757113536020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-wanna-know-what-love-is.html' title='i wanna know what love is'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-2553036904509757883</id><published>2010-06-11T00:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T01:05:45.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you belong with me</title><content type='html'>Feeling really sick, down with flu. :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths extra class today was fine. (: Learnt a lot and got really lousy marks. Haha. But, there was improvement. :D. Improvement is what really matters now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's dance later, I feel like there's a lot of things to catch up. ): Hopefully everything will turn out fine. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going to town, or going out to wherever. So much things on my I-WANT list. Like new dresses, new clothes, and I need a haircut pretty badly. ): I want to look different. :P. Like a new fringe or something? I don't know. Just need something fresh. And my cupboard seriously need new clothes! Should be getting new specs soon, maybe getting something simple so that it goes easily with my clothes. Since I don't really like to wear contact lenses. :/. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going shoes crazy recently. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-2553036904509757883?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/2553036904509757883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/2553036904509757883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-belong-with-me.html' title='you belong with me'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-4381677872050841782</id><published>2010-06-08T23:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T23:53:04.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7th of june - BABY'S BIRTHDAY! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8th of june - LIMIN AND HAZIQ BIRTHDAY! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love all of them to maximum! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated bf's birthday which I have been planning it for months with him and his friends on monday. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with bf and his friends. Haziq came super late. Tsk. Haha. Lunch-ed at vivo city then went to sentosa. Walked a long long way before we reached the volleyball courts and when we reached, it started to rain. :/. Played in the rain anyway, haha. FUNNNNNN. Then, we played water captain ball. Tiring but freaking fun. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathed and then, I was supposed to take care of everything. However, as I wasn't paying attention, the soccer ball accidentally rolled onto the road, right under the bus. So when the bus moved, said bye to the soccer ball. ): Felt bad, so sorry to the soccer ball. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back vivo and dinner-ed at banquet. Before we went to swenses for ice-cream cake to celebrate birthdays. :D. Haha. Wasted my efforts to run all the way with the icecream cake and to realise that we should just go swenses and have the cake over there. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, danial, bf and I went to eastcoast park while others went home. Walked a long way to the place where we finally decided to pitch tents. Listened to music, played cards and baby opened his present, finally. His expression is so funny. I can't stop laughing, haha. Hope he like the present. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks baby for the lovely sand words. Haha. (L).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, now I'm sick. With bad sorethroat. I hate sorethroat! Shouldn't have played in the rain. :/. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel tired and relaxed when bf's birthday is over, haha. Because I got so nervous recently due to bf's birthday celebration. I was really really really worried that things will go wrong. ): But luckily, things was almost perfect. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to catch some rest. Sorethroat hurts. ): Goodnight lovelies. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bf,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY! (: I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like the cake, present and enjoyed the celebration. (L).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-4381677872050841782?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/4381677872050841782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/4381677872050841782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/06/kisses.html' title='Kisses'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-6433592076991815994</id><published>2010-06-01T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T23:08:12.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED.</title><content type='html'>I'm in a really bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I'm always in a bad mood recently.&lt;br /&gt;Well well, everything seems go wrong recently. ):&lt;br /&gt;Depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today's dance practise was fab. (:&lt;br /&gt;Funnnnnn, haha. But, it was tiring too. :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home straight after dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holidays seem so boring.&lt;br /&gt;And the only thing that I can put my hopes for,&lt;br /&gt;is bf's birthday. Which I hope, will turn out fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, let everything be better for once!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-6433592076991815994?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/6433592076991815994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/6433592076991815994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/06/bored.html' title='BORED.'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-4820446278599962529</id><published>2010-05-31T23:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T23:56:08.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freedom</title><content type='html'>So far, my holidays are so boring. :/. Partly because of the limited freedom. And now, I have lesser freedom than my limited freedom! ): Depressed. IT'S HOLIDAYS. But, the only thing that remind me that it is holidays, is able to sleep really late and it's not because of studying but playing computer, and also waking up late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT GO OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's dance tomorrow, which means I need to sleep early today. If not, I doubt I will be able to get up on time for dance practise. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anwyway, I hinted brother for nokia N97 mini but I doubt he will get it for me. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, today sucks to the maximum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to go wrong recently. ): Maybe, I'm a lil bit oversensitive, and I keep feeling unhappy but, gosh, I'm really feeling very upset. I need something to cheer me up! Like a shopping trip, or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want go out with bf and girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, I shall end my post here before I start screaming and scolding because I'm so pissed off with today, and I hate limited freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A big sorry to bf for being unable to go out with you and sorry for throwing temper at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we quarrelled ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bf : I'm one hundred percent right.&lt;br /&gt;Me : You didn't calculate properly. You forgot to minus one hundred percent. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I love you, bf. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-4820446278599962529?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/4820446278599962529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/4820446278599962529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/05/freedom.html' title='freedom'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-1997981636731740458</id><published>2010-05-28T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T21:24:42.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where's the 'us'?</title><content type='html'>HOLIDAYS. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent today watching tv for 5 hours or so. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back our results yesterday during PTM. Had a bad day again. Anyway, speaking of my results, it was bad, but was expected. I still failed amath and physics, E8 and F9 respectively. ): Hopefully I can improve everything by end of june holidays. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to play sims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda and Limin are off to vietnam. Have a nice trip, lovelies. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days are bad days. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-1997981636731740458?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/1997981636731740458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/1997981636731740458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/05/wheres-us.html' title='where&apos;s the &apos;us&apos;?'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-7935116171660852531</id><published>2010-05-26T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T00:26:58.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sports day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPORTS DAY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; TODAY! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bedok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reservoir&lt;/span&gt;. Damn far. However, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haziq's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;iphone&lt;/span&gt; entertained me and bf in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mrt&lt;/span&gt; on the way there and back. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. We played this IQ game and my IQ level is 139 or something. Lower than bf, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pfft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got our class tee today, grey-pink. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supported e3 for kayaking. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Fahkruz&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;engbeng&lt;/span&gt; were very funny, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed, walked, jogged, joked, with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Saasha&lt;/span&gt; and Jamie for the cross country which is around 4km. And, the thing that surprised me is I got 93 in position for cross country when we actually walked 7/8 of the 4km, and 1/8 slow jogging. :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Quarrells&lt;/span&gt; have also ended in the morning earlier on today. (:&lt;br /&gt;So, hopefully no more quarrells.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thanks huiying for the comforts! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end this post with :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SAASHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (25th of may)&lt;br /&gt;I love you to the max! (: Thanks for always being there and helping me out. Plus, walking with me when 2.4 km run and today's cross country. Haha. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-7935116171660852531?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/7935116171660852531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/7935116171660852531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/05/sports-day-today-at-bedok-reservoir.html' title='sports day'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-1140081228577735595</id><published>2010-05-23T21:15:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T21:55:17.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris pink</title><content type='html'>Another sunburn. :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to jurong swimming pool again with bf today. I love the cooling water. Haha. And, no doubt that I had fun today. :D. Played the slides again, and we realised that the yellow slide (shortest one) is more scary than the blue one (longest one). Because, the yellow slide speed is freaking fast! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After swimming, we went to jurong point and caught 'shrek forever after'. Then, walked around jurong point and got myself a 'paris pink' nail polish. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling happy and cheerful today because I had a great day. (: Hopefully it stays this way forever, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is bf's brother's birthday. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HADZIQ!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(: Present next time okay? :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474461121176784578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/S_kxYoBtzsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ljgHqiuHb1Q/s320/tumblr_l277g9NBhy1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love bf. His jokes are stupid but funny. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feels like Im drowning without your love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-1140081228577735595?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/1140081228577735595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/1140081228577735595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/05/flying-solo.html' title='Paris pink'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/S_kxYoBtzsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ljgHqiuHb1Q/s72-c/tumblr_l277g9NBhy1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-7502961808113026500</id><published>2010-05-22T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T18:49:24.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>earpiece</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/S_a7j1kFjSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Y7JsZqgRd3s/s1600/Image.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473768621463670050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/S_a7j1kFjSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Y7JsZqgRd3s/s320/Image.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got a new earpiece. Haha. Always didn't want to spend money to buy one as I felt that the old one, although one side is spoilt, it's still working. (: But, bf got me a new one today. (: I love you, bf. Thanks a lot, I love it. (L).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like swimming again. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-7502961808113026500?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/7502961808113026500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/7502961808113026500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='earpiece'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/S_a7j1kFjSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Y7JsZqgRd3s/s72-c/Image.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-327038776630374503</id><published>2010-05-21T00:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T00:37:43.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it feels like yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473390569783278402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/S_VjuVTnu0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/YJNouj_d4Oc/s320/P5200189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just learnt how to play this game like two days ago. Monopoly. Not the usual board one. This just need cards. So much more convenient. (: Very fun. Especially if you have a group of friends who can make you laugh non-stop! :D. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's dance tomorrow. (: Hopefully everything turn out fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-327038776630374503?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/327038776630374503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/327038776630374503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-just-learnt-how-to-play-this-game.html' title='it feels like yesterday'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/S_VjuVTnu0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/YJNouj_d4Oc/s72-c/P5200189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-7350002544445398835</id><published>2010-05-20T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T00:27:20.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overboard</title><content type='html'>I wanted to take photos today, and I did remember to bring camera but I forgot to bring the battery which I took out to charge yesterday. :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Amanda, if you are reading my blog, sms me! I lost your number, for some reasons. ): Explain to you some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting late and I need some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight lovelies. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-7350002544445398835?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/7350002544445398835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/7350002544445398835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/05/overboard.html' title='overboard'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-8402354200911908528</id><published>2010-05-18T20:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T21:16:39.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>believe</title><content type='html'>As expected, I failed my emaths by 10 marks. But, I felt sad and disappointed when I recieved my paper. Teacher talked to me and I realised that I didn't put in enough efforts. I feel so determined to get my maths right. (: There's still end of year, and I must improve tremendously by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made an extra trip back to school today just to pass up my amaths books as I forgot to bring them. Wasted around 45 minutes just by travelling. :/. But hopefully the marks I get for passing up amath books can pull my grades up to a pass. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two days, everyone is asking : 'Why your face red red one?' Haha. I didn't even realise until felicia asked me. But I don't find it obvious at all. Haha. Anyway sunburn hurts like crazy, I couldn't even sleep well. :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt : Use sunblock lotion. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-8402354200911908528?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/8402354200911908528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/8402354200911908528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/05/believe.html' title='believe'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-2270917991581739624</id><published>2010-05-17T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T23:40:55.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never let you go.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so far I already failed two subjects (Physics and amaths) badly. But, I expected to fail those two subjects so I'm pretty much fine with it, although I can't deny I regretted somehow. :/. But, it's over, and there's still end of year. (: And, I did try my best for amaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a photo of my amaths exam paper that has a page of all crosses, and a big zero at the below of the page. Haha. But the photo is with jamie currently since I borrowed her phone to take the photo as the current phone's camera that I'm using isn't working that well. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most likely we will be getting emaths marks by tomorrow, and I think it will be another fail? Hopefully not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-2270917991581739624?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/2270917991581739624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/2270917991581739624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/05/never-let-you-go.html' title='Never let you go.'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-6657864119873097404</id><published>2010-05-16T22:35:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:07:27.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today was a fairytale.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l1bypxVVaN1qzyrwvo1_500.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l0de7lM7Dr1qzog77o1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 353px" height="399" alt="tumblr" src="http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/tumblr_l0de7lM7Dr1qzog77o1_500.jpg" width="422" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is awesome. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for 'swimming' with bf at jurong swimming complex in the morning today. Oh well, more of playing in water for three hours or so. Haha. And, it was definately fun! :D. Despite the sun was so strong and we forgot to bring sunblock lotion. :/. We 'challenged' each other the slides which weren't scary but fun instead, had fun in the waves section and stayed in lazy pool most of the times as the water is cooling and we didn't have to move if we sat on the floats. Haha. Overall, it was very very fun with so much laughters. One of my best days. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I forgot to bring camera today. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sunburn is not as bad as what I imagined since I didn't put on sunblock lotion. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fun day it is today, and I supposed tomorrow wouldn't be a good day as tomorrow is the day when we get our exams marks back. But, I don't feel anything much as I tried my best although I didn't study hard. ): And, I don't expect good marks at all, I'm ready to see many many crosses, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, it's already over, shall not think too much about it and just hope for the best. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bf isn't feeling that well now, I think because of the hot weather today, haha. Take care, okay? (: I love you to the max. (L).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, shall go to sleep since I'm feeling really tired after the swim. Goodnight lovelies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-6657864119873097404?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/6657864119873097404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/6657864119873097404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-waste-my-time.html' title='today was a fairytale.'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-446627891905153782</id><published>2010-05-12T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T01:15:28.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>promise</title><content type='html'>End of mid year exams. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for lunch at eighteenchef with 2e3'09 today, but bf didn't come. Busy with his computer games, haha. The food was, alright. I think I complain a lot, but the pasta was really too creamy for me. ): Ended up, I only ate half the plate of pasta. :/. Haha. Went home after that, didn't go yishun park with them as I was feeling tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love 2e3'09. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm going swimming really soon. I miss the swimming pool. Haha. I been saying I'm going to be swimming once in a week at least, regularly, but I hadn't gone swimming for like at least one month. Haha. Partly, because I'm really lazy, haha. I will get all excited but when it's like half an hour before going out, I will feel tired and lazy and then I will cancel the plans. Which I hope I won't cancel any of my swimming plans this time, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love bf. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-446627891905153782?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/446627891905153782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/446627891905153782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/05/promise.html' title='promise'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-5331680308899416983</id><published>2010-05-11T23:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T01:15:21.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That sorry means nothing.</title><content type='html'>Summary :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Amath paper 1 is tough, to me.&lt;br /&gt;2) Heart-to-heart talk with girlfriends. (:&lt;br /&gt;3) Walked around northpoint with lynelle. (L).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the last day of paper. Finally. :D.&lt;br /&gt;Most likely, lunch with 2e3'09 tomorrow. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;History keeps repeating.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really tired.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-5331680308899416983?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/5331680308899416983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/5331680308899416983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/05/that-sorry-means-nothing.html' title='That sorry means nothing.'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-4631033958454413651</id><published>2010-05-10T21:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:07:48.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l1kvxoIqZ41qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="260" alt="tumblr" src="http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/tumblr_l1kvxoIqZ41qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" width="477" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Amaths paper is going to kill me tomorrow.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-4631033958454413651?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/4631033958454413651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/4631033958454413651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-girl-wants-what-girl-needs.html' title='Let it go.'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-7115281678536647030</id><published>2010-05-09T23:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T00:34:59.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Te amo</title><content type='html'>Happy mothers day! (L).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - I slept the whole day. Sick.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Mother's day celebration till 3 in the afternoon. Went home straight and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say is, I didn't study the whole weekends! ): This is not a good thing, obviously. Hopefully, I can get myself to study like crazy on monday. :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, recently, I've fallen in love with Nokia N97 Mini. It caught my attention when I was flipping through the newspaper. I think it's pretty. (: But, fat hopes for me getting a new phone. ): My LG phone hadn't even sent to repair anyway. :/. Hopefully I can send my LG phone to repair soon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : What are the ways to save water?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Put less water in kettle.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Some more ways?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Dilute it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me laugh but bf doesn't understand it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been thinking a lot recently. Well, I been really not working hard in my studies, so I'm going to really try to work harder in my studies, aiming to study better by end of year exams. And, I haven't been a really good girlfriend to my girlfriends, so I'm sorry, lovelies. ): I realise I just can't keep to my word. But, I will really try to be a better girlfriend this time. (: And, I'm grateful for having such a wonderful bf. (: I love you, bf. (L).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-7115281678536647030?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/7115281678536647030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/7115281678536647030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/05/te-amo.html' title='Te amo'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-3241345821534638508</id><published>2010-05-07T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T22:24:28.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorethroat</title><content type='html'>I'm currently having a very very bad sorethroat with flu. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bad time to get flu,&lt;br /&gt;exams are still on-going,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm supposed to be studying maths.&lt;br /&gt;And, now, I totally have no mood. :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate sorethroats. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-3241345821534638508?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/3241345821534638508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/3241345821534638508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/05/sorethroat.html' title='sorethroat'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-8962082530234097949</id><published>2010-05-06T14:21:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T00:34:00.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>airplane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/S-J2OVDUz7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/3oHgnEZqjtA/s1600/P5050190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468062886122540978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/S-J2OVDUz7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/3oHgnEZqjtA/s320/P5050190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amaths paper and emaths paper killed me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I think amath paper was worse than the emath one though. Haha. Out of 12 questions for amaths, I only knew how to do three questions. And, furthermore I doubt I will even get full marks for that three questions. Haha. I think I won't even get 30 marks. :/. I gave up at the last few minutes and started drawing on the extra foolscape paper given while I was figuring out those formula stuff and I just wrote whatever I could think of to solve the amath problem which apparently, I think will be all crosses. ): Amath paper sucks a big time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tsk, I shall stop thinking about it and focus on the paper 1 for both emath and amath and the other exams. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chemistry paper tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Teacher : What is the formula of water?&lt;br /&gt;Student : HIJKLMNO&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Why?&lt;br /&gt;Student : You said H to O.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This makes me laugh. :D.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Thanks bf for giving me the keychain. (L). To cheer me up after my amaths paper. Haha. )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-8962082530234097949?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/8962082530234097949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/8962082530234097949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/05/airplane.html' title='airplane'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/S-J2OVDUz7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/3oHgnEZqjtA/s72-c/P5050190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-2532793551825762125</id><published>2010-05-01T17:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T00:34:26.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting stars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l1bwxdrGCf1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="tumblr" src="http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/tumblr_l1bwxdrGCf1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought hamster home on friday. And, it is so adorable. (: I cleaned its cage and realised how tedious it can be to just wash a cage. Haha. I spent nearly like two hours just to clean its cage? Maybe, I'm not used to it, but gosh, I spent so much time on just cleaning it's cage and the thing is, the cage is small. I can't imagine how long I will take if the cage is big. And, I sweated like crazy after cleaning the cage. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to tell bf this :&lt;br /&gt;Let's buy a bigger cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he would always reply :&lt;br /&gt;The hamster looks lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, after I cleaned the cage, I think he is just lazy to clean a bigger cage. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-2532793551825762125?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/2532793551825762125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/2532793551825762125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/05/shooting-stars_01.html' title='Shooting stars.'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-1788381677530329554</id><published>2010-05-01T01:05:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T00:34:40.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of mid-year exams.</title><content type='html'>I think I did badly for my english compo, and I somehow like my chinese compo but I'm afraid it's out of topic. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamster is adorable. (L). I love our hamster very much. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel upset in the morning, unhappy in the afternoon and I'm now happy, because I realised I hadn't been appreciating with what I have and decided that I should stay happy if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to stay happy? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love bf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-1788381677530329554?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/1788381677530329554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/1788381677530329554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/05/first-day-of-exams.html' title='First day of mid-year exams.'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-4990683590976852446</id><published>2010-04-28T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T00:34:48.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed = desserts</title><content type='html'>Friday is going to mark the start of midyear exams. Scared, yes. Worried, yes obviously. I'm so not ready for exams. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the reason I'm blogging now, is because today is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;huiying's birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! (:&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, girl. (L) (((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-4990683590976852446?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/4990683590976852446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/4990683590976852446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/stressed-desserts.html' title='Stressed = desserts'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-9040749666469136930</id><published>2010-04-25T18:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T18:51:56.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P4250146-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/P4250146-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to clarkequay, bishan and northpoint library with baby today. (: And, I'm tired after walking for so long. :/. Haha. But, I had fun today. I love you to the max, baby. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-9040749666469136930?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/9040749666469136930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/9040749666469136930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-love.html' title='This love.'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-3291764100986657546</id><published>2010-04-24T23:35:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T00:30:58.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best and true friends are hard to find.</title><content type='html'>I love AMANDA. (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never ever fail to make me laugh/smile. (: Love you to max, babe! :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/S9MQq8rd4XI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ALNnOrcBT40/s1600/Imageamandaaaaaa"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463729102959534450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/S9MQq8rd4XI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ALNnOrcBT40/s320/Imageamandaaaaaa" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/S9MQRkqMzHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/u1WYBcYbk8M/s1600/Imageyf%27s+sad+face"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463728667015040114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/S9MQRkqMzHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/u1WYBcYbk8M/s320/Imageyf%27s+sad+face" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/S9MQ5rU8tNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xCAlAFzKLtg/s1600/Image.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463729355999720658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/S9MQ5rU8tNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/xCAlAFzKLtg/s320/Image.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/S9MQrEbPZ6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/vTXP_4wR0K0/s1600/Imageamanda"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463729105038960546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/S9MQrEbPZ6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/vTXP_4wR0K0/s320/Imageamanda" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/S9MQqKZDCJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VcYIc9mceQA/s1600/Imagefishballll!"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463729089460504722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/S9MQqKZDCJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VcYIc9mceQA/s320/Imagefishballll!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/S9MQqhzhe1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Zx7FxfQwL9g/s1600/Imageheart"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463729095745567570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/S9MQqhzhe1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/Zx7FxfQwL9g/s320/Imageheart" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she was supposed to come over to my house to study, but ended up we chatted for 3 hours, and didn't study much. I only did 5 physics questions. :D. Study plan failed. HAHA! :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby went to work today, I miss him very much. ): Hopefully I can meet him tomorrow or something .. I love baby. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda, if you are reading this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU, bestfriend! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-3291764100986657546?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/3291764100986657546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/3291764100986657546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/best-and-true-friends-are-hard-to-find.html' title='Best and true friends are hard to find.'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/S9MQq8rd4XI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ALNnOrcBT40/s72-c/Imageamandaaaaaa' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-3377660112440501341</id><published>2010-04-23T22:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:06:41.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words are like scissors in your hands and there's no script to follow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I must learn to love the fool in me, the one who feels too much, talks too&lt;br /&gt;much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks&lt;br /&gt;self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks&lt;br /&gt;promises, laughs and cries.&lt;br /&gt;— Theodore Isaac Rubin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't a good day for me, overall. Well, many reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My homework file is still with baby. Haha. Didn't bring homework file today because baby forgot to bring it to school, which means my homework dateline is extended. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so moody today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've stopped plurking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've changed.&lt;br /&gt;Totally.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Come back, the old you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-3377660112440501341?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/3377660112440501341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/3377660112440501341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/did-you-ever-love-me.html' title='Words are like scissors in your hands and there&apos;s no script to follow.'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-2309200013164861013</id><published>2010-04-23T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T22:48:51.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink ferrari kisses</title><content type='html'>Today is mom's birthday! (:&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Mushrooms dinner, almost every dish are made of mushrooms. (:&lt;br /&gt;2) Couldn't find the shoe that brother and I planned to buy for mom for her birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-2309200013164861013?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/2309200013164861013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/2309200013164861013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/pink-ferrari-kisses.html' title='pink ferrari kisses'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-4204525321734220290</id><published>2010-04-22T23:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T00:02:40.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macaroon</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l030crUccd1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="tumblr" src="http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/tumblr_l030crUccd1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across the macaroon recipe last night when mom was reading her magazine. (: I can't wait to try the recipe. :D. However, I most probably can only try the recipe after midyear exams. :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby has competition tomorrow, good luck baby. (L).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-4204525321734220290?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/4204525321734220290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/4204525321734220290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/macaroon.html' title='Macaroon'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-2690624156854970102</id><published>2010-04-21T22:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T00:21:57.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>solo</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l0uafeVV7y1qzog77o1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="littlemisstumblr" src="http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/tumblr_l0uafeVV7y1qzog77o1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bad day. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, the 965 bus pupils were late for school, haha. :P. Second time and there were like around 10 pupils (?). Didn't have to attend detention. (: It's a good start of the day. But, the rest of day sucks to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First few lessons were fine, really fine, till recess time. That was when the huge quarell came in, and I couldn't take it anymore but to complain to cynthia, haha. :/. Thanks cynthia for the comforts (L)! Those comforts make me feel so much better. :D. However, the quarrells continued ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I was having such a bad headache that I went home although I already reached my tuition block, because I knew I would be wasting my time there when I can't even focus. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, and slept all the way till dinner time. No more quarrells. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Headache.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a dumbass today. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-2690624156854970102?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/2690624156854970102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/2690624156854970102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/solo.html' title='solo'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-6506960916355881989</id><published>2010-04-20T15:37:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T23:09:30.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loyalty</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l0t1tceIlo1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/tumblr_l0t1tceIlo1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="papertissuetumblr" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated birthday, amanda. (: Her birthday had passed a few days ago, but it slipped off my mind to post in blog though I already wished her happy birthday through sms. :D. Plans on saturday with amanda, probably to study. Can't wait for it, miss chatting with her very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is really nothing much to update, and all I can think of is complaining how much I need to revise for mid-year exams. ): Which I don't feel like complaining anymore. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just need a stable relationship, I just want to stay this way, I don't want us to quarrell. I don't want anyone to spoil this love we have. I don't want this relationship, this love to end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-6506960916355881989?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/6506960916355881989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/6506960916355881989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/loyalty.html' title='Loyalty'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-949192604787256201</id><published>2010-04-19T20:51:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T23:39:07.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l0ymaqnA5t1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="tumblr" src="http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/tumblr_l0ymaqnA5t1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday blues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel like getting up today, and just wished that I could sleep in, however I managed to force myself up after mom's constant scoldings. :/. She is just like my big alarm clock. Which explained why I don't even have to set time for alarm clock, haha. :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had our english oral exam today. I was freaking nervous when I was preparing what to say espacially picture discussion. I think I totally screw picture discussion up. ): Plus, Two words were read wrongly. Haha. And, those words were words that I know how to pronounce but I was seriously too nervous. D: There was a lot of 'umm, err, uhh' during my picture discussion and conversation. :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft, shall not continue to talk about it any longer. It's over. (: And, now I should just keep focusing on my other exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Boyfriend : Do you know exams is coming in like 11 days time?&lt;br /&gt;Me : DON'T REMIND ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, who can't feel the stress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I still can't really focus very well in studies. :/.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-949192604787256201?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/949192604787256201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/949192604787256201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/gravity.html' title='Gravity'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-2800979667515918929</id><published>2010-04-18T12:02:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T12:48:40.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lousy girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_kp0xqdFwM61qzyrwvo1_500.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_kpwh340jMQ1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="tumblr" src="http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/tumblr_kpwh340jMQ1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPYYYYYYYY. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy girl now because I have a loving boyfriend. (: 'Be contented with what you have', is what I learnt these few days. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was great because the dinner was awesome. (:&lt;br /&gt;Clarkequay steakhouse with brother, uncle and aunt.&lt;br /&gt;Yummmmmmmy. :D.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt a lot from uncle through the few hours chat with him. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm upset that I couldn't meet baby for the whole weekends.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry baby. I supposed I'm just such a lousy girlfriend. :/.&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will make it up to you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you and thanks for your understanding. You're the best. (L).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out later again soon, so goodbye lovelies. (:&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully everything will turn out fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't remind me that I hadn't been studying! Tsk. ))))):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-2800979667515918929?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/2800979667515918929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/2800979667515918929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/lousy-girlfriend.html' title='lousy girlfriend'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-3034970080713739194</id><published>2010-04-15T20:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T21:31:23.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>materialistic</title><content type='html'>In the end, I didn't take Napfa. (: Shall take it next term since I was super lazy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained so heavily today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are coming so near. Like around two weeks time? Been trying to focus in school and it's tough because I couldn't get into the mood of studying really hard. :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to postphone our chemistry test. (: But next week there seem to be more tests or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework, homework, homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-3034970080713739194?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/3034970080713739194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/3034970080713739194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/materialistic.html' title='materialistic'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-6985220530760180267</id><published>2010-04-14T21:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:54:01.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's when I love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l0t22yNly31qzyrwvo1_400.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/tumblr_l0t22yNly31qzyrwvo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned before that without 2e3, pe doesn't seem as fun as it was anymore? Even the playing games part. ): I miss running with 2e3 girls. :/. My timing for 2.4 km run deproved by 2 minutes or so, around 18 minutes. I think I passed by 17 seconds. (: Haha. Who cares? ;) I just need a pass. :D. I kind of enjoy walking the 2.4 km + 1 extra round due to punishment with Jamie and Saasha although it's tiring too, even though it's not constantly jogging. :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stamina deproved a lot. :/. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Napfa tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it just me who is being oversensitive? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or that you've changed?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-6985220530760180267?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/6985220530760180267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/6985220530760180267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/broken-hearted.html' title='that&apos;s when I love you.'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-3762595808042158395</id><published>2010-04-14T00:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:34:56.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contented.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_kzqey86uVk1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_kzj0jvtrMy1qzyrwvo1_500-1.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/tumblr_kzj0jvtrMy1qzyrwvo1_500-1.png" border="0" alt="tumblr" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy for past two days ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And things got really bad ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, now, I think it's pretty fine. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm happy now. Really hope I can continue to feel happy and I hope nothing goes wrong. Who wants to be sad and troubled? :P. I definately prefer to be happy. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have no idea why I feel so poor suddenly, even though nobody's birthday is near (I know I owe many people presents! SORRY! ): ). I didn't save up much and the thing is, I didn't buy anything much other than spending a rather huge amount on hamster (L).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get new earpiece and new camera pouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things on my I-want list. :/. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics test tomorrow. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO STUDY LIKE CRAZYYYYYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall come up with a crazy study plan. (: But, well, I know I won't stick to it, just like usual. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-3762595808042158395?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/3762595808042158395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/3762595808042158395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/contented.html' title='Contented.'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-4254567031011697826</id><published>2010-04-12T10:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:38:35.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely</title><content type='html'>I'm currently using my IT lesson free time to blog. (: Which explains the wierd timing. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sunday was bad. Really bad. Probably this is also the reason why I'm really in bad mood today, don't feel like talking at all. :/. A lot of things happened yesterday. I guess, it was just like a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry to baby for so much things that been happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that things will get worse. ): What can I do other than to hope and pray that nothing worse will happen..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to go home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please help me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-4254567031011697826?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/4254567031011697826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/4254567031011697826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/lonely.html' title='Lonely'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-3509113082269259801</id><published>2010-04-10T23:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T10:14:02.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a show.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was achievment day and no doubt, it was great. (: It seems to be more formal than last year somehow, due to the number of seats given per class or something? Plus, invitation letters? Hmm, it just feels like last year was so much more fun. :P. Not only that, this year buffet has no mango pudding which I want. ): Haha. But, the food was still fab. (: Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smses that make me laugh today :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Boyfriend : Oh my god. My girlfriend is a les.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Haha. It doesn't matter anyway, since my boyfriend is a gay.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-3509113082269259801?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/3509113082269259801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/3509113082269259801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-show.html' title='What a show.'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-833325909647690516</id><published>2010-04-08T22:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T22:47:13.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendships</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_kppdwx9GFD1qzyrwvo1_400-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/tumblr_kppdwx9GFD1qzyrwvo1_400-1.jpg" border="0" alt="tumblr" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is pretty much okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby and I bought hamster ball for hamster today and it looks so cute when it rolls around in the ball, haha. And, while it was exercising, baby and I was trying to wash the cage. Haha. Adorable hamster. (L).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to my homework because, that smart boyfriend of mine left my homework file in the bus stop. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow is achievement (: I hope I can have a lot of fun tomorrow. (: I must check my things-to-bring list at least three times later. I don't wish to forgot to bring anything tomorrow. :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition homework undone, lots of school homework to finish up tomorrow and revision waiting for me. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything will be okay tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm still finding my best friend ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-833325909647690516?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/833325909647690516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/833325909647690516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/friendships.html' title='Friendships'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-5662625887979083360</id><published>2010-04-06T22:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T00:14:43.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are the wrong man for the job</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_kzqfk6K8b11qzyrwvo1_500.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="tumblr" src="http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/tumblr_kzqfk6K8b11qzyrwvo1_500.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, I wish I could take back everything. It'd be easier to never have known you, I would spare myself so much pain. Still I can't stop thinking 'bout, What I'mma doing without you on the lonely nights. But now I know, what I gotta do. I can't ever change you. Letting it go tonight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm looking for somebody to love me, (the way I should be loved)&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to do more for me, than you have ever done.&lt;br /&gt;I love you but you're not the one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I didn't even break down and cry.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I really have given up.&lt;br /&gt;That's why, I don't feel that much as I used to anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or rather, I don't wish to care anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two days I been feeling very tired and trying to finish my homework on time, and trying to add some revision in between but it isn't working out fine. 24 hours per day is not enough for me. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-5662625887979083360?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/5662625887979083360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/5662625887979083360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-are-wrong-man-for-job.html' title='You are the wrong man for the job'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-8301809226586205240</id><published>2010-04-05T22:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:47:01.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>words that never fail to hurt.</title><content type='html'>I can't help but to &lt;strong&gt;doubt every single word &lt;/strong&gt;you are telling me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike the way how your friends try to crush my self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;I dislike the way how you treat me like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, picture speaks a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, asking me to choose to believe words or picture, I will choose picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-8301809226586205240?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/8301809226586205240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/8301809226586205240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/words-that-never-fail-to-hurt.html' title='words that never fail to hurt.'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-7689624400880711404</id><published>2010-04-04T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:14:13.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royalty</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P4040031-2-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/P4040031-2-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, this is a gorgeous pair of heels. (: And, no doubt that this is my favourite heels. :D. However, it gives me so much blisters. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I ought to be studying, because exams are coming. ): Everyone is getting so stressed out. :/ So many homework waiting, so many revision to do, so many tests coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready for exams at all. So I better be off to finish my homework first before starting off with my revision. Or probably, I will only start revising tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope things will get really better tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-7689624400880711404?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/7689624400880711404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/7689624400880711404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/royalty.html' title='Royalty'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-6921606155853310699</id><published>2010-04-03T22:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:13:50.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>playground cage.</title><content type='html'>Okay, today is kind of awesome because,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally went to have my fringe cut into side fringe, despite I been wanting to cut my fringe for weeks. It's not much of a big difference, but I think it looks neater or something. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I went to causewaypoint to meet baby then to northpoint to buy our hamster. (: We chose our hamster and the cage that screams 'small playground' and everything else and well, we love our hamster to max! (: It's really really very cute. (: I'm determined to save up to buy a 'big playground' for it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, some upsetting things happened today. ): But, I shall not elaborate on them. :/. I hope things will get better then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hamster is probably the reason why I'm smiling the whole day. (: Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love hamster and baby. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope things will get much much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-6921606155853310699?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/6921606155853310699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/6921606155853310699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/okay-today-is-kind-of-awesome-because.html' title='playground cage.'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-2979866512448100639</id><published>2010-04-02T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T22:31:31.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teardrops on my guitar</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think a hero is an ordinary individual who finds strength to persevere and&lt;br /&gt;endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;— Christopher Reeve&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;The quote is very meaningful. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, baby went out with his family to watch movie today. And, I stayed at home almost the whole day except going to grandma's house for around just one hour or so. Bored to the max. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, I'm proud to say I've finished a little bit of homework and I've tried to do Amaths but I failed because I only did 2 out of 10 sums, which is not even half. :/.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I'm off to continue to try to do more of my amaths sums, before I do my other homework. Goodnight, lovelies. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-2979866512448100639?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/2979866512448100639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/2979866512448100639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/teardrops-on-my-guitar.html' title='Teardrops on my guitar'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-3970785233978551818</id><published>2010-04-02T14:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T15:34:47.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our song</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_l04z5tR42Y1qzyrwvo1_500.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/tumblr_l04z5tR42Y1qzyrwvo1_500.png" border="0" alt="tumblr" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday was april fool. I didn't have as much fun as last year, but still it was pretty good and funny. (: I tried to fool baby early in the morning, but I failed. :/. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much sleep recently. I spent around 12 hours to sleep yesterday, excluding the 12 hours sleep I had the day before yesterday. :P. And, now, I need to hurry up and catch up whatever that I was supposed to revise for that 24 hours that I used to catch up on my sleep. :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want new camera. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-3970785233978551818?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/3970785233978551818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/3970785233978551818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-belong-with-me.html' title='Our song'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-4285781780718841299</id><published>2010-03-30T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:12:58.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the fake rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEXIN (L)! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very nice 4 hour nap. :D. Meant to study, but fell asleep anyway. :/. But, it was such a long nice nap despite I felt angry at myself for sleeping instead of studying. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics tomorrow. D: Depressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-4285781780718841299?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/4285781780718841299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/4285781780718841299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/03/fake-rose.html' title='the fake rose'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-2278532822331920830</id><published>2010-03-29T22:10:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T23:39:17.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday blues.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_kqf43hGR8f1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="tumblr" src="http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/tumblr_kqf43hGR8f1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;But love, I’ve come to understand, is more than three words mumbled before bed time. Love is sustained by action, a pattern of devotion in the things we do for each other every day.&lt;br /&gt;— Nicholas Sparks , littlemisstumblr&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will try and control my temper more. I'm sorry baby for the times I scream at you. I love you. Thanks for being there for me, asking me not to give up, when I felt like giving up everything. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in around two hours time ..&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KEXIN'S BIRTHDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had sort of early celebration for kexin today, however, I went down to canteen late and they already sang birthday song. D: But, nevermind, I sang the birthday song with other dancers for her when doing warm-up. (: Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is pretty good and I tried to concentrate in my studies. Well, I tried. :/. Despite feeling very very tired. ): But Jamie looked really really very tired today. Haha. She looked like she didn't have enough sleep, seriously. :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid year exams is coming like so fasttttttt. So, I guess I better be off to sleep or study. Well, you know, as I'm very lazy, I will choose to sleep. (: And then, I will stop myself from feeling guilty that I didn't study by saying this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Having enough sleep helps me to concentrate better. :D.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I think it doesn't make any difference, anyway. I still feel sleepy even after eight-hours sleep. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, I should really just get a cup of hot tea and study. :/.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-2278532822331920830?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/2278532822331920830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/2278532822331920830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-few-more-hours-time.html' title='monday blues.'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-2001121818840012431</id><published>2010-03-28T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T00:15:25.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dark eye rings</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was very tiring. Quarelled with baby so much. And, I'm very sorry for my screamings. Moodswings. :/. But, I do mean some words that I said although it may sound harsh. ): I'm sorry baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-2001121818840012431?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/2001121818840012431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/2001121818840012431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/03/dark-eye-rings.html' title='dark eye rings'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-6529123925631982735</id><published>2010-03-27T23:59:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:07:12.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the useless love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_kzmh58cjDG1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="tumblr" src="http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/tumblr_kzmh58cjDG1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is quite fun, in one way or another. But, the day started off with me feeling very unwell, and quarrells with baby. :/. However, things got better. (: Took medicine that made me feel so much better before going out. Baby and I also stopped quarrelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, I went out with brother and his friend to suntec city. (: Watched movie 'how to train your dragon' - awesome movie, very entertaining. :D. Must-watch. Then after the movie, we had a yummy dinner buffet with many laughters and jokes. (L). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baby went for running with his friends in the evening, hopefully he had fun. (: I felt so lonely today. ): Haha. I miss him very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like sleeping and I'm very tired but I have lots of revision and homework waiting for me. ):&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm off to finish up some homework before going to catch some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my baby to the max.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want watch how to train your dragon with baby. (: And, I want a grey/yellow/orange dragon as my pet. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-6529123925631982735?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/6529123925631982735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/6529123925631982735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/03/awesome-love.html' title='the useless love'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-4982344442892479049</id><published>2010-03-27T09:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T09:52:44.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>party eyes.</title><content type='html'>I'm falling sick. ))))):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-4982344442892479049?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/4982344442892479049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/4982344442892479049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/03/party-eyes.html' title='party eyes.'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-3267773115233842916</id><published>2010-03-26T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T23:01:21.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the impossible love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/?action=view&amp;amp;current=f2OmQc1cjqpyhf01x6aN4OdGo1_500.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="tumblr" src="http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/f2OmQc1cjqpyhf01x6aN4OdGo1_500.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We stand together till the very end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fine, dance was okay, and I ran 11 rounds around the hall today as I didn't bun my hair. :/. My stamina really deproved a lot. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like party-ing, I feel like going out with friends, I feel like going on a date with baby. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-3267773115233842916?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/3267773115233842916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/3267773115233842916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/03/impossible-love.html' title='the impossible love.'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-2690585132257151919</id><published>2010-03-26T00:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T00:31:09.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upsetness.</title><content type='html'>It's only the start of friday.&lt;br /&gt;But, everything is already screwing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really dislike her very much. She only cares about what she thinks, never ever us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-2690585132257151919?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/2690585132257151919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/2690585132257151919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/03/upsetness.html' title='Upsetness.'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-6745045689477984487</id><published>2010-03-25T23:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T23:42:02.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trust.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_kzokqpFpS91qzyrwvo1_400.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_kzj0jvtrMy1qzyrwvo1_500.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="tumblr" src="http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/tumblr_kzj0jvtrMy1qzyrwvo1_500.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling happy currently. (: Because, it's going to be friday soon. ((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my leopard/cheetah and monkey pencil case to school these few days. They are really cute. During lessons, when I'm really very bored and tired, I played with my pencil cases. Haha. Changing hairstyles and everything. Entertaining. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some motivation to study, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't spoil my friday,&lt;br /&gt;I want a happy friday. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-6745045689477984487?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/6745045689477984487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/6745045689477984487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/03/importance-of-trust.html' title='trust.'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-5407814397070901302</id><published>2010-03-24T15:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T15:36:45.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goes left.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_kzmczueadj1qzyrwvo1_400.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="tumblr" src="http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/tumblr_kzmczueadj1qzyrwvo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, just wish that things can get really better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, anyway, today is so far far better than yesterday. :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel strange around your friends.. I feel like there's a big gap between us..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-5407814397070901302?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/5407814397070901302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/5407814397070901302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/03/well-well-just-wish-that-things-can-get.html' title='goes left.'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147527693102040328.post-5853592934686931719</id><published>2010-03-23T23:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T00:19:57.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one who you love most, hurt you most.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tumblr_kyxqa2LrYp1qzyrwvo1_400.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i878.photobucket.com/albums/ab350/fantabulous-s/tumblr_kyxqa2LrYp1qzyrwvo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="tumblr" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two days been very very bad. ): My mood is seriously very very bad. So don't come and make me angry! D: I don't wish to scream at any of my friends. :/. I'm really sorry to anyone who I screamed at especially fahkruz and haziq. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke down many times today. :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I hate today to max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is in a blank and I know I can't do my homework in this state. So, I shall drag my homework till tomorrow although some homework are due tomorrow.. Or maybe, I will force myself to scribble some answers that make sense before I go and catch up some of my rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging makes me feel better anyway. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why are you always the one who hurt me? I don't know what to say to you other than, I give up. Being with you, makes me break down so many times. And, I'm really so tired.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5147527693102040328-5853592934686931719?l=fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/5853592934686931719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5147527693102040328/posts/default/5853592934686931719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fanta-bulous-s.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-who-you-love-most-hurt-you-most.html' title='the one who you love most, hurt you most.'/><author><name>Fiyana.O Yanfang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08670853854048273280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cLwFBouu0-E/TE8MGQIKHtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/eUIhfBLsq8c/S220/Imagelove.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
