<?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-6824142389090469748</id><updated>2011-07-31T09:12:15.288+08:00</updated><category term='happiness.'/><category term='airhead'/><category term='intro for dummies'/><category term='contented ; Maoris'/><category term='tired'/><category term='giddy'/><category term='honesty is wonderful'/><category term='random.'/><category term='dead bored'/><category term='clear-minded.'/><category term='head over heels'/><category term='ponders'/><category term='sickening'/><category term='Not Insomnia.'/><category term='unglam moments'/><category term='lazy'/><category term='stinky.'/><category term='moody'/><category term='pleased.'/><category term='Just nocturnal'/><category term='restless'/><category term='wonders of the world'/><category term='distracted'/><category term='peaceful in the mind.'/><category term='echooooooo'/><category term='sexy good friend of yours'/><category term='babygirl.'/><category term='something up my sleeves'/><category term='worth a smile'/><category term='Ignorant.'/><category term='doing too good'/><category term='stagnant wind.'/><category term='surprisingly weird'/><category term='freaking out'/><category term='happy birthday'/><category term='eggcited.'/><category term='finally'/><category term='walking is exercising'/><category term='DyliMarcell ; Booyah ; Mafias ; Chingay preview ; Actual Performance'/><category term='pondering.'/><category term='finally made it clear.'/><category term='frustrated'/><category term='spotted'/><category term='freaky lesbian'/><category term='random again.'/><category term='maybe'/><category term='blissful'/><category term='Overwhelmed.'/><category term='excited.'/><category term='pissed.'/><category term='lethargic.'/><category term='confused.'/><category term='depressed'/><category term='dissapointed.'/><category term='exclusive'/><category term='birthday wish'/><category term='amazing'/><category term='tensed'/><category term='independent.'/><category term='disgusted.'/><category term='contented'/><category term='insomnia'/><category term='priorities'/><category term='exhilarated.'/><category term='depressed.'/><category term='reaching out.'/><category term='headsay'/><category term='monday morning'/><category term='it applies to everything'/><category term='misses.'/><category term='feeling better'/><title type='text'>On My Radar</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-6019107443444162447</id><published>2009-08-26T22:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:13:01.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Has Been Worth It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://zigzagproject.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180;"&gt;Zig Zag Project!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've moved. You'll know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, its been worth it here. I just need a better rebound already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;amp; i'll see you there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-6019107443444162447?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6019107443444162447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=6019107443444162447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/6019107443444162447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/6019107443444162447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-has-been-worth-it.html' title='It Has Been Worth It.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-8050020634547881705</id><published>2009-08-25T01:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:58:09.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Then I Could I Be Your Favourite Girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SpLTEM9U0SI/AAAAAAAABXY/PtQ-doLDIU0/s1600-h/IMG_1311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373589374557802786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SpLTEM9U0SI/AAAAAAAABXY/PtQ-doLDIU0/s400/IMG_1311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna change my blogskin. Make my own perhaps? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tried &amp;amp; failed, tried &amp;amp; failed, tried &amp;amp; still trying &amp;amp; finally ignored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will update smokin' news to you in time to come, just not yetttt. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And! The best person to swim with, is your man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Meanwhile, i'm living with 6 to 8 weeks of holidays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-malays, Sweet Xscape is no reason to miss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-8050020634547881705?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8050020634547881705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=8050020634547881705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/8050020634547881705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/8050020634547881705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/then-i-could-i-be-your-favourite-girl.html' title='Then I Could I Be Your Favourite Girl.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SpLTEM9U0SI/AAAAAAAABXY/PtQ-doLDIU0/s72-c/IMG_1311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-482462390862780002</id><published>2009-08-22T17:21:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T18:06:10.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dozen Roses In One Hand,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And all of those are for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/So-6Avx775I/AAAAAAAABXQ/77rzxUnT-HE/s1600-h/IMG_0807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372717402464972690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/So-6Avx775I/AAAAAAAABXQ/77rzxUnT-HE/s400/IMG_0807.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I couldn't ask for a better rebound, or maybe i could, but haven't you see that i am no Miss Gigantic-pain-in-your-ass? I might just be the cream on your cake. The only thing lamerer than making a promise, is trusting a liar. I would just been officially one, if i were to make a promise to my bestfriend that, i would accompany her in school next week. (Laughs) I didn't, really. She'd warned me that i'll die of her bites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;You know, i actually learnt chinese tongue twisters to make myself smarter. Call me silly, thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its definitely mildly demoralising to learn chinese because i actually said the exact pronunciation as my chinese friend did, but by right i've changed the meaning already.  -_____- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to admit, Malay Language is seriously alot easier. I will admit i did no better in malay too, but it is because of my will to pass it in O'Levels last year, god gave me a juicy B3. Beat that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Blerggghhh~ Who can't, show offs. Hahaha! Whatever is wrong with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually, my nickname is Jellyfish, given by none other than the witch, Jamie Victoria. *roll eyes* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; its proven! Like thousand times in an hour. Basically it means my brain just lacks alertness &amp;amp; alotttttt of IQ, if that makes you clearer of the whole Jellyfish idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm out here, warning every single one of you, that my fetish of revenge has never taken a vacation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;" Did i just sounded evil? " :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I really am not that bad, as how my book of history tells you. In fact, i'm the best happy pill you'll ever swallow. Try me. I just wish my boyfriend stays this way, the way i like him. Definitely hoping last night's treatment from him was sincere, because i grant wishes, i can sincerely love him back. Being treated like a total princess is the first thing that can make a lady smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;But sincerity opens up her heart, to almost anyone any minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;If calling 911 doesn't reach to Insan Abdullah the life saver, the next dial would be 999, reaching Jamie Victoria the care taker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Looks like i always had my back taken care of, but i'm not the right person you wanna try your messing skills with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;You might get worst, that you feel its too much for you to deserve. Yesssss, i'm threatening! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've had my worst migrane ever last night, i can't take burdens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;For the people on my speed dials! I ever so love you all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;You know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-482462390862780002?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/482462390862780002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=482462390862780002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/482462390862780002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/482462390862780002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/dozen-roses-in-one-hand.html' title='A Dozen Roses In One Hand,'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/So-6Avx775I/AAAAAAAABXQ/77rzxUnT-HE/s72-c/IMG_0807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-6658595130853139956</id><published>2009-08-20T16:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T17:37:54.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel It Steal My Heart Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/So0RbaYFbuI/AAAAAAAABXI/DsQE7t1Byhk/s1600-h/IMG_1320-.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371969093157351138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/So0RbaYFbuI/AAAAAAAABXI/DsQE7t1Byhk/s400/IMG_1320-.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;If man can never be perfect, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;why do i feel like everything is going the way i want it to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;Can i want nothing to change even abit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;Nothing last forever, i know. Its just a matter of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I like how things have been going for me, but i feel like i have lack of many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night, i've been thinking way too much, says 'Jamie always sick' and ' Bukhari always getting into trouble'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just need to know, that i have everyone by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-6658595130853139956?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6658595130853139956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=6658595130853139956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/6658595130853139956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/6658595130853139956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/feel-it-steal-my-heart-tonight.html' title='Feel It Steal My Heart Tonight'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/So0RbaYFbuI/AAAAAAAABXI/DsQE7t1Byhk/s72-c/IMG_1320-.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-7820968095741128133</id><published>2009-08-19T13:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T13:42:28.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Dreams Or A Beautiful Nightmare</title><content type='html'>[Using Wireless @ SG in Frontier Library]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesss. The wireless here can't seem to support blogger, which resort to a page error. It doesn't matter though because i've got something to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like you're behaving way too high?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not so much of an issue but, you see.. For me, being too high can seem like you're just noise polluting. When i get home &amp; think about what i've done, if i happen to talk too much or been playing too much, i would feel like a fool. What malays called it as 'Merepek'. &lt;br /&gt;I would personally feel embarrassed then, &amp; would change for the better next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokes are jokes. But not all jokes are funny! &lt;br /&gt;Oh, speaking of that. I have someone in mind. Lucky for him, this wireless do not support blogger or not, his face's gna be up here, right here. He got away lucky, remember that.&lt;br /&gt;There is this guy, who was never a friend of mine. Technically, my brother's secondary school classmate? Well something like that. He thinks he belongs to the safe zone where people do not have any issues about him, but not me! Not him! Not her!&lt;br /&gt;HE THINKS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he likes to say that, "Your brother ah. Copycat you know. Like no originality, follows trend blindly... *quacks away* "&lt;br /&gt;Little did he know, he is no difference! He, himself, do not have a mindset of his own! " Boo sama lu, mat rep! "&lt;br /&gt;So what if he is up to date with Dickies. He is more like a paparazzi! &lt;br /&gt;He stalks everyone &amp; coming from a guy, he is nothing more than a newspaper! At times, being a newspaper is not a bad thing, but this dude here, practically will start criticising someone when another someone does it too! &lt;br /&gt;How retarded is that! I bet he is fine with whatever he's aware of, but if one were to critisize someone, he follows too, how different is that from my brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" At least, he follows trend blindly. Not like you, follow the wrong mouth. "&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, you know i like revenge, do you? It is deliciously sweetttttt. =) Ah ahhh! Do not get the wrong idea. I was never unreasonable. &lt;br /&gt;But this guy has to be put to a stop. &lt;br /&gt;You know how? *eyebrow goes up &amp; down* Actually, i think i shan't tell you. I'm not surprised if the main character in this post itself, is reading this. He sureeeee do.&lt;br /&gt;" Fuck you, &amp; you're 19, it was never a big fuck across my face. 19, but not progressing. Oh! You were suppose to be in the NS right now. You're still out here? Settling school still? Ahhh, see. Thats a shame. Study first, man. Do yourself a favour because right now, you're near to becoming my sushi. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is absolutely logical if someone who has progressed far in life, boasting at your face. At least he has something, do you? You're of no comparison. Think of what you're about to do, about who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Personal comments is far different from critisism. An absolute distinct comparison. Never allow yourself to look like a fool. The best way, is to keep your mouth shut. I have never talk bad about people because i know, i'm not on par.&lt;br /&gt;Are you? Think again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-7820968095741128133?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7820968095741128133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=7820968095741128133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/7820968095741128133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/7820968095741128133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweet-dreams-or-beautiful-nightmare.html' title='Sweet Dreams Or A Beautiful Nightmare'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-1026284547279337368</id><published>2009-08-17T17:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T17:47:16.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>" Who You Calling Me A Recruit! "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SoklOb_xcXI/AAAAAAAABWc/6JQKhLDJfzc/s1600-h/IMG_0803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370864960579662194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SoklOb_xcXI/AAAAAAAABWc/6JQKhLDJfzc/s400/IMG_0803.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so proud of this soldier here. He was never ever happy about National Service but today, what makes a man happy is that he is now, someone important. I was extremely elated for him that i actually jumped up the moment he told me that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Recruit no longer recruit, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU LANCE CORPORAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, i am so proud of him because he never fails to do thousands of favors for his country. Even though he gets extremely tired of National Service at times, plus his girlfriend who just can't stop giving him unnecessary extra loads to damage his brain, he is still there for both National Service &amp;amp; his girlfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMG i can't be more prouddddd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lance Corporal sounds so sexaaay to meeeee~ *roll eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Blow kisses! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-1026284547279337368?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1026284547279337368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=1026284547279337368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/1026284547279337368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/1026284547279337368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-you-calling-me-recruit.html' title='&quot; Who You Calling Me A Recruit! &quot;'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SoklOb_xcXI/AAAAAAAABWc/6JQKhLDJfzc/s72-c/IMG_0803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-4293997167629361735</id><published>2009-08-16T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T12:56:54.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>See I'm All About Them Words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, Suntec Dance was alright, isn't it? Yes yes! The hype might not be there yet, i can't wait for more! But most importantly, i finally got to meet the darlings! Ever so cheerful, ever so lovely. Not to mention, my circle of friends actually widen that day. *eyebrow goes up &amp;amp; down* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pictures have been posted up on Facebook. I was just a photographer that day. It sure cheers alot of people up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; also, i'm gonna catch the next episode of Singapore Idol! Cause you know why? One of the top 24 in Singapore Idol, made friends with me yesterday during Suntec Dance! She might have been expecting me to know who she is, but i'm sorry i don't follow up. Hahaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was nice knowing her, unfortunately, i couldn't get her name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;" I'll find your name, lady. I will. &amp;amp; all the best for your idol! " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;This lady is awesome, because she is the first caucasion that speaks singlish. =) She asked me if i could dance. She admitted that she can't dance at all. She sings, &amp;amp; you know.. She wonders if i have any friends who entered the idol, so she went, " Well, you have one now. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;She rocks! Follow up idol already! Hahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;My busy days are finally over &amp;amp; done with. Moving on with the next semester in school, i'm gonna do good in it. But so far, school's been awesome. Serious. No more skipping lectures too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Irresistable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SoeNBM-PF7I/AAAAAAAABWU/v43Yy7y5Apc/s1600-h/lipslock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 378px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370416132464252850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SoeNBM-PF7I/AAAAAAAABWU/v43Yy7y5Apc/s400/lipslock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just wanted to admit that it was a pure coincidence for knowing this soldier here. I haven't been feeling good with him these days. Another darling soldier adviced me saying, " NS really shake relationships alot. Call me. " Thats Bukhari, by the way. No one else wants me to call them 24/7, but him. (Laughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, i really do not know about myself at this point of time. I haven't been a good girlfriend, you know. Whatever is wrong with me. I know, its all about those National Service irritants, but i behave as though i refuse to understand that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I look hard at myself, after such a long time, Ms Perfect No More Perfect? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But i'm glad, that i am no longer a piece of perfection. Only then i feel like a human. Or not, i would have been a partygirl all my life! I do not know what i'm saying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I really love this soldier. Enough said.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like after so long, only now i realise that, there's a few things i do not like about myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Being unhappy with yourself, is sick.&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking it easy. First thing to do, is to wake up, &amp;amp; smile. Its not crazy, it might help? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-4293997167629361735?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4293997167629361735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=4293997167629361735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/4293997167629361735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/4293997167629361735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/see-im-all-about-them-words.html' title='See I&apos;m All About Them Words.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SoeNBM-PF7I/AAAAAAAABWU/v43Yy7y5Apc/s72-c/lipslock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-8879006620920586746</id><published>2009-08-14T13:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T14:07:29.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When They Knocked You Down, Just Keep Back Up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SoT8bGuH-LI/AAAAAAAABWE/0rpzeadi8Zc/s1600-h/IMG_0981-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369694198323214514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SoT8bGuH-LI/AAAAAAAABWE/0rpzeadi8Zc/s400/IMG_0981-.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me if i'm wrong. Tell me if i've hurt these people. Take a look at the list below. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to know, they say truth hurts? I'm back to ONLY pleasing people. Do not care about myself? Selfless, in disguise being hurt, actually? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know that is bad, to be selfless in that state. Sometimes, that is still the best way to smile at then end of the day, right? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jamie Victoria Guna, My Superwoman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;- I answered her call, late by 10minutes because i was busy 'repairing' my web publishing codes. But i called back after that, as soon as possible. I feel bad because she sounds moodless &amp;amp; depreciated. I didn't mean it. I know being busy should not be a reason. I seek your understanding, J. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;- I haven't been meeting her even a minute every other day because i was too busy with CA2 assignments. 4 module assigments in a week? Not easy at all. Very very very hard, tell me you felt it before. Because you wouldn't understanding me if you hadn't had it. By the look of it, it is still not accurate enough to judge my situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;- I didn't accompany her to Track &amp;amp; Field trainings. Though i promised to, i still break it. Damn media school, i'm seriously too busy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm really sorry though. :( You know, if i had to cancel some plans, that is the most logical thing i should do, at some point. I just can't be there for you sometimes. Still, i beg for an apology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;My man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I really have got nothing to say to you, but i still beg for an apology for whatever you felt i was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm really really sorry. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jian Han, My Classmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sorry i didn't do your survey because i wasn't even stable myself, right now. At least your website is working normally. Not mine, darling. Mine is fucked up! &amp;amp; little did i know, i handed in a fucked up piece!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;How bad can my fate be? I seek for your understanding. But still, i'm really sorry for ignoring your 'helplessly wanting some help' favour. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm really sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I kind of don't know who else to apologise, but i know, i haven't been nice. I can't be nice this week. I'm not even being nice to myself. Pleaseeeee. Leave me alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-8879006620920586746?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8879006620920586746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=8879006620920586746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/8879006620920586746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/8879006620920586746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-they-knocked-you-down-just-keep.html' title='When They Knocked You Down, Just Keep Back Up.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SoT8bGuH-LI/AAAAAAAABWE/0rpzeadi8Zc/s72-c/IMG_0981-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-5005894517442081727</id><published>2009-08-13T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:01:46.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Feeling Will Never Grow Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SoQcgO6_PFI/AAAAAAAABV8/rYwpSxJMlDQ/s1600-h/Presentation1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 83px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369447995819375698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SoQcgO6_PFI/AAAAAAAABV8/rYwpSxJMlDQ/s400/Presentation1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss you even more, soldier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It just never grow old.&lt;br /&gt;=((((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-5005894517442081727?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5005894517442081727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=5005894517442081727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/5005894517442081727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/5005894517442081727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-feeling-will-never-grow-old.html' title='This Feeling Will Never Grow Old'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SoQcgO6_PFI/AAAAAAAABV8/rYwpSxJMlDQ/s72-c/Presentation1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-4825109733341052185</id><published>2009-08-13T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:57:03.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Passing Of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SoOKbD_1BfI/AAAAAAAABV0/Xpy4Uh-fgyA/s1600-h/IMG_0938-.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369287378289886706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SoOKbD_1BfI/AAAAAAAABV0/Xpy4Uh-fgyA/s400/IMG_0938-.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've just been doing too many things, snapping too many pictures every other day, i have more than a thousand words to update you with my days, too many pretty pictures to show. Facebook will do the job, &amp;amp; oh! I've currently deleled alot of albums from my Facebook, &amp;amp; posting up new ones! Coolness? Definitely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Confession. CA2? Sucks! I screwed up alot of things for this CA2! I handed in 2 assignments late in minutes (it counts! What do you know!), my videography is like a failed attempt! OK, not really. We're just too last minute, i suppose. We did not procrastinate so much already, but.. This CA2, is seriously not far away from the previous CA1. OK, don't blame the system, but seriously. All assignments was given at 1 time! Talking about 6 modules, as good as dead, isn't it? (I'm just moaning. Sorry.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Right after today, i'm technically a free bird! No more assignments, no more sleeping at 4am &amp;amp; waking up 3 hours later, no more headaches. MORE shopping, MORE photography, MORE free time! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then again, CA2 do not turn out well for many of us, actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I might spend alot of my time now, doing photo editting &amp;amp; keep my Facebook page fresh &amp;amp; alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;OR meeting boyfriend every other days! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I kind of love that boyfriend alot. Seriously, he's gonna think i'm sucha baby. Technically, standing on your man's feets instead of yours, is cute. But logically, it is ridiculous! Hahahaha.. He doesn't mind so far. Crazy much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Watch this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SoOKGtnOeaI/AAAAAAAABVs/7U-jYoPih8U/s1600-h/IMG_0943.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W7i7vubkTRI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W7i7vubkTRI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amazed? Envious, perhaps? This is Bboy Ahmad. I'm doing this small 20cents favour for him right now. Well, he is conducting classes for breakdancing, both guys &amp;amp; girls. If this is something you could only wish, make it real this time. Visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bboymad.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://bboymad.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; for more details about him, &amp;amp; the classes he would conduct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; You really do not have to be shy, if breakdancing is really something you wish you're capable of it. I've had my chance to learn from him, &amp;amp; i swear he is absolutely patient. Nevermind your cowardness for a minute or retardness of your hands especially. Hahahaha! Then again, he'll guide you very closely, very carefully you'll overtook your cowardness any minute. Want it? Go for it! =D Fun is essential, knowledge is thirst. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;" I sound like the next newspaper. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-4825109733341052185?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4825109733341052185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=4825109733341052185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/4825109733341052185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/4825109733341052185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-passing-of-time.html' title='On The Passing Of Time'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SoOKbD_1BfI/AAAAAAAABV0/Xpy4Uh-fgyA/s72-c/IMG_0938-.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-6376349762112036126</id><published>2009-08-09T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T15:08:07.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Is A Game You Play When You Sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sn5wuZvr8VI/AAAAAAAABVk/CNqThkvcCCU/s1600-h/IMG_07790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367851748359401810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sn5wuZvr8VI/AAAAAAAABVk/CNqThkvcCCU/s400/IMG_07790.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been told that you won't get to keep what you have, forever, because its not up to you to decide. Gladly or sadly, it is something i just have to understand that, it is just the way it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;But this something that i still keep with me, i'm gonna just keep wanting to keep it, all for myself, even if something would just have to snatch it away from me. I can't let this something go, i love it. Too much, wayyyy too much that even if that something has to be away for only one day, it cost my tears. See how meaningful that something is, to me? Just this one thing alone, nothing else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Could dreams be turned into Dejavu, when you don't need it? Could one control its movement?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because really, if one could get mad at me about the dream i had, it seems like dreams tell future. Grossssss~ No way, mannnn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, i really miss dancing alot. Fats are just clinging on me like hooks, its disgusting, really. What more, when i'm not much different from a pig, its just like asking a mannequin to move. Absolutely not moving, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna go swimming alot, soon. Because being out in the streets, aimlessly walking &amp;amp; planning, nonsense stuff. On the other hand, i shall control my diet again! Like eating as much as a baby? Boyfriend's gonna kill me if he finds out. Or worst, my bestfriend. Oh, good news! She isn't sick anymore! A minute ago, i chatted with her when she told me that she's at her work place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alternatively, do wishes come true? Or do god grant wishes immediately? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because i want my boyfriend back, to me. Please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-6376349762112036126?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6376349762112036126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=6376349762112036126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/6376349762112036126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/6376349762112036126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/dream-is-game-you-play-when-you-sleep.html' title='Dream Is A Game You Play When You Sleep.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sn5wuZvr8VI/AAAAAAAABVk/CNqThkvcCCU/s72-c/IMG_07790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-2440914630562033299</id><published>2009-08-07T14:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T15:01:28.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reaching out.'/><title type='text'>Maybe Its True.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tell me if you like me. At least i've got a chance to be a better friend for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp; that you'll never feel less depreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;I know you know, we definitely will still be friends &amp;amp; only friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a boyfriend now. &amp;amp; he cannot be far from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I need him. Not as much as you. He's the most.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-2440914630562033299?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2440914630562033299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=2440914630562033299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/2440914630562033299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/2440914630562033299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/maybe-its-true.html' title='Maybe Its True.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-7530886671532727823</id><published>2009-08-07T12:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T13:02:42.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It'll All Get Better In Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367080363731977890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnuzJ6E4BqI/AAAAAAAABVE/LAlFiqfRgbE/s400/Picture+0036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367080368214888802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnuzKKxr0WI/AAAAAAAABVM/suTGFEfcaLo/s400/Picture+0043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnuzKzrK77I/AAAAAAAABVU/xkBV3FUFR24/s1600-h/Picture+0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367080379193421746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnuzKzrK77I/AAAAAAAABVU/xkBV3FUFR24/s400/Picture+0045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually, i really do not have the time to blog right now. Little did i know that there isn't any Web Publishing lesson today at this hour due to National Day, is it? Or just do not have any lessons. -____- I wasted my guts to walk past the matrep's corner at the taxi stand okay! I go to school alone, like wow~ One of the many few times. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hows my storyboarding coming alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, its coming along very good. I improve on my drawings so very very tremendously, i couldn't be more proud of myself. Seriously, i'm actually doing something i don't even have a heart to, something i do not like even one bit. But i still did it! 33 frames drawn, when the minimum requirement is 24 frames? Thats more than awesome, isn't it? Yeaaa, i don't believe one could failed because he/she totally do not have interest. Everything requires patient, the 'want' to do it, you'll make it. You'll do awesome if you want to. Really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I really miss my boyfriend so much right now. Since today is friday, i suppose i'm meeting up with him! That retarded soldier is one hella cheeky boy, actually. Comes with a mean girlfriend like me, poor dude. He, who withstand all my mood swings, all my random craves, everything. He ever admit he is paranoid about the whole thing, but he never fails to say " I still love you, i don't care. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me i'm extremely blessed. Then again sweetie, you have to play this game of mine, before you get to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you, darling soldier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;(L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;XOXO! I think i really love my blog alot. Hehehe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; i'm actually rather depressed that my bestfriend is sick at home. Poor Jamie. I love you, J. Get well soon, i'll come over to your house someday. You'll be okay, i promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-7530886671532727823?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7530886671532727823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=7530886671532727823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/7530886671532727823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/7530886671532727823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/itll-all-get-better-in-time.html' title='It&apos;ll All Get Better In Time'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnuzJ6E4BqI/AAAAAAAABVE/LAlFiqfRgbE/s72-c/Picture+0036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-5735496125362855226</id><published>2009-08-06T00:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T17:38:49.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>' Production Gone Hectic ' Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; yesterday (5th August), i've been busy with filming at Sembawang for almost the wholeeee day! Raining sunshine is certainly an irritant till one of us was like, " Wah lao! This kind of rain ah, no warning one leh! Anyhow fall on earth! ". Hahaha.. Simultaneously, we all were trying to complete our storyboarding drawings too. The production on that day belongs to Foo Lilin &amp;amp; Shi Hui. 3/4 of the class were involved in their filming &amp;amp; i'm telling you, its hectic! Yettttt, never been more fun in our course, but this. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo blog for now!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366690520077273554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnpQmBSpidI/AAAAAAAABSU/HQ7Jqo2erDw/s400/IMG_0435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, we had our breakfast @ 11+ am in Sembawang Mall. &amp;amp; i just had to post this picture up! There's one more picture of another classmate of mine, but i was trying to prove to that classmate of mine that that unglam picture was taken by me, but her (the girl in this picture). I had to delete it to prove my honesty (NOT!). Hahaha.. Sucha waste. But then again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't be mean, Naddddd. Tsk tsk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366695171672344274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnpU0x1VhtI/AAAAAAAABS8/wXmv2T4eRt0/s400/IMG_0493.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; yessss, so, as soon as we reached Shi hui's house (Director), i settle down &amp;amp; started my storyboarding. Considering the fact that i can't draw that well ( I'm improving, turning from stickman to manga. Have you seen my latest storyboard? Hahah! Whatever, Nad. ), i tried my best. Coincidentally, at this corner of her house gave me absolute calmness &amp;amp; most importantly, peace. A very nice house, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366690539610311570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnpQnKDsC5I/AAAAAAAABSs/hmFipmY31-M/s400/IMG_0490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;" I'm copying this! Exactly like this! See see see! ", says Foo Lilin (the one in this picture).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahhh! Plagarism, you fool. Plagarism. I suppose you'll only learn when you go to your Uni. Tsk tsk tsk! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366695168077187218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnpU0kcLyJI/AAAAAAAABS0/I7vcTZZh2Uw/s400/IMG_0498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366690535026214162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnpQm4-wRRI/AAAAAAAABSk/LZ5R_foWZG8/s400/IMG_0479.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is Jian Han. He is a girly boy, i should say. HAHAHAHAHA! He is as annoying as Lilin, except for the fact that he draws anime out of his own creative mind, not like some people! *eyebrow goes up &amp;amp; down* I'm so dead for saying this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366690527803992626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnpQmeE16jI/AAAAAAAABSc/uhUhZuL1W3Y/s400/IMG_0478.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366695178628491282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnpU1Lvz6BI/AAAAAAAABTE/sDA8tbQbAks/s400/IMG_0505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;There you go. The camerawoman for the day's production is your one &amp;amp; only, Ms Foo Lilin. She looks like an alien here, don't she? Hahaha.. Well, indoor filming for this one, at Director's House.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366690519481831298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnpQl_Erz4I/AAAAAAAABSM/hz-YNfoOhQI/s400/IMG_0455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;" Nadddd! Get up, its time for us to go out &amp;amp; film. Stop drawing. Lets go. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366695183969439522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnpU1fpMTyI/AAAAAAAABTM/M-zYduwFJac/s400/IMG_0533.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here you have them! From left, Cher Yeng (Character in the film), Shi hui (The Director), Foo Lilin (The big head who forever gets this kind of treatment from us. She's just hilarious, really. Aaaah i can't stand it.), Jian Han (Helper for the production) &amp;amp; Mei Xian (Character in the film).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me tell you a story. A very short one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In this photo, 3/5 can draw anime very well, or at least sensibly &amp;amp; logically. *drools*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366695188372438130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnpU1wC8vHI/AAAAAAAABTU/Mlz59i_oBAQ/s400/IMG_0535.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; what do we have here? From Left, keelun (Character in the film), Zhu Xi (Character in the film), Foo Lilin (Get lost, big head! You're everywhere i see.) &amp;amp; Jeremiah (Character in the film).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366700172917352786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnpZX47EKVI/AAAAAAAABTc/UVHFkew6qwE/s400/IMG_0542.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;" Nadzirah is the whiniest person you'll ever meet. Even the remaining 1/4 of the class would say so too. Its nothing new to me already. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366700179475115362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnpZYRWjrWI/AAAAAAAABTk/5klQcr9C7e8/s400/IMG_0549.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;" Eh whaaaaat whiny! " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;" Jian Han! Give me back my camera! I wanna do something right now! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;" Jeremiah! Take my photo, come! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366523344075789522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Snm4jGJ6lNI/AAAAAAAABSE/WqeHcqv0LfI/s400/IMG_0544.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah! Very nice. (Laughs) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The moment Jian Han took my Canon away from Jeremiah, I went, " Jian Han! Come! I wanna take picture of a butterfly! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jian Han: This is not butterfly. This is a tiger moth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me : Okay tiger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jian Han : Moth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me : Moth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366700183938866306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnpZYh-zHII/AAAAAAAABTs/H7hvPB7Qe30/s400/IMG_0552.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tadaaaa! Canon is awesome, which is why she is my new girlfriend now. *winks* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She is plain awesome, where words can't describe its excellency &amp;amp; perfection. I'm obssessed, aren't i? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366700194256521410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnpZZIauCMI/AAAAAAAABT0/D6yJM16kBHM/s400/IMG_0560.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll never be happy as a character of a film. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366700201789465378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnpZZketoyI/AAAAAAAABT8/kz_u6EVOQtU/s400/IMG_0567.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;" Eh hello Shi Hui. Where's the hairspray ah? Its not in my bag lehhh. Did you left it at your house? Bring okay. Hurry up. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366710753711101314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Snpi_xc4FYI/AAAAAAAABUE/ZvQIZCbytiI/s400/IMG_0570.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;" I think i look very cute in this picture. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh pleaseeee, Foo Li Lin. I'm telling you, its like finally you look normal in a picture. HAHAHAHA! Crazy girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;" Aaaah i'm the only one who is filming the guys now. Oh my gawwwdddd~ "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366710764091987170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnpjAYH31OI/AAAAAAAABUM/ZJCt2KW-eTY/s400/IMG_0577.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; off she went, to the next venue. I'm personally amazed while seeing her in action with the serious suit. Good Job, Camerawoman! In addition, its really funny to realise that, she actually scream at the top of her voice, trying to get the boys to coorperate &amp;amp; work fast, as they played soccer with some stray empty bottles on the patch of grass nearby. Funnnaaaaay~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366710785232651698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnpjBm4MxbI/AAAAAAAABUk/MUWIGR0AV6c/s400/IMG_0613.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;By this hour, it is already 6pm. I begin to slack by bit &amp;amp; not really helping out because my part is over. To be honest, my class really isn't a bunch of freaks (Quoted from Lilin's mouth). Hahahaha! But i want to agree, you know, the first day of school, i cannot utter a word to listen most of them saying, " I love comics &amp;amp; manga. " How was i suppose to fit in, at that time! Lilin feels the same way too. They really aren't that bad. They're awesome fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366710778555456834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnpjBOAO3UI/AAAAAAAABUc/TlZLP1L_i2U/s400/IMG_0611.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Text message, " Baby! I want ice cream! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;" I want umbrellaaaaa! I miss you. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Snpj4ZVq-VI/AAAAAAAABUs/fMprI0OTzXQ/s1600-h/IMG_0629.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366711726490974546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Snpj4ZVq-VI/AAAAAAAABUs/fMprI0OTzXQ/s400/IMG_0629.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Very satisfied, ma'am? Good day, fool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366710767074171570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnpjAjO4WrI/AAAAAAAABUU/aiBAec_yLlI/s400/IMG_0583.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And so, a very nice day which was no doubt, very tiring &amp;amp; humid weather plus crazy rain all of a sudden. My time then was really worth while. &amp;amp; I'm never happier about school because now that i'm more organized, its really such a relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; the only idiot who thinks i treat school like a playground is none other than my man. Grrr! I think i've understood school better already. Right now, i really miss him. Its a thursday which logically means, i'm meeting him tomorrow! &amp;amp; Monday is national day.. Yaaaaaay! Extra one day to have fun with the soldier. He's turning 1 year soldier already! (Laughs) The kind of happiness soldiers felt, we girls just can't understand why. Oh, don't bother also &amp;amp; all they think of, is ORD. Unfortunately for this ass, his ORD is like in another year's time! Dreaaaaam on, darlingggg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;=DDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Relating back to the title of this entry, i'm wondering how my very own film will be carried out. Tskkk! But helps are being offered in advance! Something less to worry about, when helps are coming from my very own lovely classmates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;" Go Animeeeee! ". -_________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeaaa, you wish i'm obssessed with comics &amp;amp; anime, but because of my course, i had to do it. Don't tease me, you little retards!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-5735496125362855226?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5735496125362855226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=5735496125362855226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/5735496125362855226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/5735496125362855226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/production-gone-hectic-day-1.html' title='&apos; Production Gone Hectic &apos; Day 1'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnpQmBSpidI/AAAAAAAABSU/HQ7Jqo2erDw/s72-c/IMG_0435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-4096770940500376671</id><published>2009-08-04T11:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:34:50.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Love Doesn't Get Enough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SneoGcwJUqI/AAAAAAAABR8/STaeGeUYHZQ/s1600-h/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365942309786047138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SneoGcwJUqI/AAAAAAAABR8/STaeGeUYHZQ/s400/kiss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't help it. I'm not clinghy, i just loves Insan so much! =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its a crazy love story we're writing, you would be overwhelmed or find it mindblowing but what we care more, is what we have for us. Why am i saying all this? He's having his duties today, which simply means, no use of handphone, no long calls, might means no dropping by, late replies &amp;amp; of course, loneliness. Indeed, sounds like he's the only one that can make me smile. Well, thats not true! I am happy in school, its just.. This special kind of happiness is whats different from the happiness i had, with everyone else. You gave me a smile, he's giving me the same smile + permanent picture in my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Should i tell you our love story? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Perhaps, next time. Well, i'm just.. Taking him out of my mind instead of allowing myself to die, missing that darling soldier. *hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Byebye, empty ranting over here, so unglam.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-4096770940500376671?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4096770940500376671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=4096770940500376671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/4096770940500376671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/4096770940500376671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-love-doesnt-get-enough.html' title='When Love Doesn&apos;t Get Enough.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SneoGcwJUqI/AAAAAAAABR8/STaeGeUYHZQ/s72-c/kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-6401330530587739908</id><published>2009-08-03T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:12:01.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This My Setback, Whats Yours?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnbhhwfrsyI/AAAAAAAABR0/M9GtCgKwY-Y/s1600-h/img002hv4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365723976128246562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnbhhwfrsyI/AAAAAAAABR0/M9GtCgKwY-Y/s400/img002hv4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Face it, Nad. This is Digital Media. Hang in there, stretch out your hand, or give this up. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yessss, did you know i can't draw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;:((((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-6401330530587739908?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6401330530587739908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=6401330530587739908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/6401330530587739908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/6401330530587739908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-my-setback-whats-yours.html' title='This My Setback, Whats Yours?'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnbhhwfrsyI/AAAAAAAABR0/M9GtCgKwY-Y/s72-c/img002hv4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-2973630945520351331</id><published>2009-08-02T19:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:06:37.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take A Ride On A Disco Stick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello its me &amp;amp; i'm bacccccccccck! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, more like, hopefully, i'm back because without me realising it a minute ago, i think i'll be busy again, web designing! Yea yea, it sounds dreadful but not to me! Because i actually intended to go IA elective next year. Oh i heard all those, " You'll regret if you go IA " or the grandma story like " Can you imagine? IA is programming. How many programmers could actually create their own successful programs online? " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh don't scare me. I believe if you have the interest, you'll do fineeee. I think i'm certain with this decision. So certainly that, i didn't hand in my 3D assignment! You know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;1) It requires mouse to do 3D. ANNOYINGGGG! I HATE MOUSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;2) Procrastinate for too long. You only can afford to scream &amp;amp; stress out &amp;amp; also! Burn midnight oil. Bad habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;3) 3D just don't appeal to me anymore. I actually didn't practice it for so long that even the simplest function don't make sense to me alr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thats my most honest 3 reasons why i didn't submit my assignment. First time, though. If you believe me. I really do not like 3D &amp;amp; if i have to retake my 3D module next year, so be it. At least, i've learnt my lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, yesterday, i went out with my young man! =DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its pathetic that we only met twice a week or lucky enough, thrice. Still, i guess twice is good enough because i never regretted any minutes of it. But yesterday was special. &lt;strong&gt;*eyebrow goes up &amp;amp; down*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;With my new girlfriend, Ms Canon EOS 1000D, her presence brighten up our mind soooo absolutely. At least we do not know where we are going, 3 'heads' are better than 2. Hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Poor Mister that he do not get to go home with a transport for the past friday &amp;amp; saturday (yesterday) because its alr 12:30am. Awesome girlfriend accompanied his late night &amp;amp; early morning under her block, till her boyfriend gets to get a transport home. *wink wink* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;We weren't used to being out together, anytime after 12am but we did, yesterday &amp;amp; i tell you, the cold air at night or rather, early morning, is awesomeeeeee. Plus my neighbourhood playground is awesome, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Picture blog today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, most definitely, i'll most the remaining 100+ pictures onto Facebook too. Not now, but soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep in touch, people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnWAdnfpMYI/AAAAAAAABRc/M7Xl9-zQK44/s1600-h/IMG_0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365327473608102706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnV46RgOEzI/AAAAAAAABQU/oHzTrl5xJms/s400/IMG_0186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Talking about Ion Orchard, its an awesome place with exceptionally awesome shops! Most suitable for buying birthday presents, if i'm not mentioning anything about brands or prices, but it will definitely be an awesome present for the birthday people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365327466421774882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnV452u3aiI/AAAAAAAABQM/RxzdaW2nBHQ/s400/IMG_0215.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365327482081379026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnV46xEaAtI/AAAAAAAABQk/nlnBT0OfOWo/s400/IMG_0206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365331859435394194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnV85j-7lJI/AAAAAAAABQ0/xKYoJwtcP-k/s400/IMG_0219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365327489990011650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnV47Oh-KwI/AAAAAAAABQs/mZi1kcWRhWo/s400/IMG_0211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365327480396194002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnV46qyoINI/AAAAAAAABQc/nrO2nogfF-c/s400/IMG_0202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365331866844513938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnV85_lZxpI/AAAAAAAABQ8/j_pNvBJG8TM/s400/IMG_0224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365331871570003474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnV86RMDBhI/AAAAAAAABRM/8Awm-bJtN10/s400/IMG_0281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365331883350656722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnV869ExhtI/AAAAAAAABRU/IvPtF0QSIn4/s400/IMG_0295.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365331867303752082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnV86BS5MZI/AAAAAAAABRE/GS9uk5n2hAY/s400/IMG_0249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365336586298951714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnWBMs7BiCI/AAAAAAAABRk/HxiUb_o06hE/s400/IMG_0334.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its enough only when i say its enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-2973630945520351331?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2973630945520351331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=2973630945520351331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/2973630945520351331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/2973630945520351331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/08/take-ride-on-disco-stick.html' title='Take A Ride On A Disco Stick.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnV46RgOEzI/AAAAAAAABQU/oHzTrl5xJms/s72-c/IMG_0186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-3411407146179146711</id><published>2009-07-30T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:36:14.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids With Good Life, At Least.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 354px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364074977129528386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnEFxYhd_EI/AAAAAAAABQE/VyJsjA90m5w/s400/canon_eos_30d_front_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Say hello to Canon! My new good frienddddd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; oh, i hate 3D. I doubt i'm doing good at it, but i'll try till i faint, only then i'll stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;At least i trieddddd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodbye for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-3411407146179146711?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3411407146179146711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=3411407146179146711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/3411407146179146711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/3411407146179146711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/kids-with-good-life-at-least.html' title='Kids With Good Life, At Least.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnEFxYhd_EI/AAAAAAAABQE/VyJsjA90m5w/s72-c/canon_eos_30d_front_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-6083630529249577331</id><published>2009-07-29T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T16:15:41.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes The Heart Grow Fonder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnAEkyVVI1I/AAAAAAAABP8/baepk-nfS4M/s1600-h/5930_108622227755_554622755_2305861_5352742_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363792186231300946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnAEkyVVI1I/AAAAAAAABP8/baepk-nfS4M/s400/5930_108622227755_554622755_2305861_5352742_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Understanding &amp;amp; Compassion for the next 1 year ++.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;It doesn't  matter if the rest of you don't appreciate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-6083630529249577331?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6083630529249577331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=6083630529249577331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/6083630529249577331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/6083630529249577331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/makes-heart-grow-fonder.html' title='Makes The Heart Grow Fonder.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SnAEkyVVI1I/AAAAAAAABP8/baepk-nfS4M/s72-c/5930_108622227755_554622755_2305861_5352742_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-8912774407968050109</id><published>2009-07-28T04:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T04:52:23.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Can Be Done Has To Be Done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Good Morning Blogger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yessssss, not at all usual here. Look at the time! O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, i purposely set the alarm to 4:30am, so that i could wake up &amp;amp; technically print storyboard templates. -_____- Sick sad life, as it sounds! Come to think of it, where did my 'i do not wanna procrastinate anymore'  go? I failed it? I have got to be kidding, what was i thinking. I know that last minutes sucks big time. It sure does. (shake head)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; also, i have been rather dissatisfied with my man. He's in the NS &amp;amp; its just... You know how NS its like. You must be nuts to expect something to happen, when he's needed out there to shoot nothing but air! -____- I always told him i was expecting too much, but he always kept turning me down about that. Seriously man, get rid of this annoyance, brushed off my shoulders quick! Can't believe i'm thinking of him all the timeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I actually don't believe i'm his girlfriend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;" Is it too late to be amazed? " Hahahaha.. Its cute to think of it. =) Oh, &amp;amp; never have i seen him in uniform! Recently, he deliberately shave his heads off like during Basic Military Period, thats so sweeeeetttt! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;He was like, " B, You know ah. This morning when i enter the camp, everyone laughed at me. " or the night before he went to book in to camp, he went " I look like a joker, mannnnn! " Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Most of the times, i was happy, at times i was annoyed about that joker. (Kidding about the joker part. He's cute.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lemme try this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lets just.. Don't think of him. Girlfriends with NS boyfriends, thinking less of them makes a big difference to your mood &amp;amp; day. Especially to how you're gonna face him, that you won't irritate him with your petty-ness.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna try this. Gosh my heart aches. I miss him. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wondeeeeeerrr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-8912774407968050109?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8912774407968050109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=8912774407968050109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/8912774407968050109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/8912774407968050109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-can-be-done-has-to-be-done.html' title='What Can Be Done Has To Be Done.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-7757618224814855449</id><published>2009-07-27T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T16:43:51.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Impossible.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sm1mfShrt6I/AAAAAAAABP0/y3BAo4H8HTk/s1600-h/abcd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363055419003221922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sm1mfShrt6I/AAAAAAAABP0/y3BAo4H8HTk/s400/abcd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;They confirmed that performance is this thursday. Status check, Nadzirah hasn't been going dance for the whole of last week. *shake heads*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;When i wanted to drown in school, i guess balancing is still the best, really. But i need help. Guide me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I LOVE JAMIE VG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;She's gonna blog soon! You're gonna love her.&lt;br /&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-7757618224814855449?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7757618224814855449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=7757618224814855449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/7757618224814855449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/7757618224814855449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-not-impossible.html' title='I&apos;m Not Impossible.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sm1mfShrt6I/AAAAAAAABP0/y3BAo4H8HTk/s72-c/abcd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-4041731962845883356</id><published>2009-07-26T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:37:23.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adon Flashboy Must Die.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SmxpKB9mkEI/AAAAAAAABPs/eIoZZJXjtDM/s1600-h/cb+matrep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362776877337841730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SmxpKB9mkEI/AAAAAAAABPs/eIoZZJXjtDM/s400/cb+matrep.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The last mat rep alive, in Singapore Polytechnics. Cb this guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Facebook Status: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me : Don't kacau this status alr. Flooding la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Adon Flashboy Bam Bam : *types A to Z per enter*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Freaking matrep cannnnn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Text Message: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me : Eh cb~ Delete my emails for me, go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Adon Flashboy Bam Bam : Sembarang. (Means 'Anything' in malay). Password? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fucked up matrep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;On the other handdddd~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love Muhammad Insan Alotttttttt! =DDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-4041731962845883356?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4041731962845883356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=4041731962845883356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/4041731962845883356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/4041731962845883356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/adon-flashboy-must-die.html' title='Adon Flashboy Must Die.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SmxpKB9mkEI/AAAAAAAABPs/eIoZZJXjtDM/s72-c/cb+matrep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-5558930464577393574</id><published>2009-07-26T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T16:46:32.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Me, Please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Trauma, Trauma, Trauma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Exactly why i can't be a good girlfriend like i used to, anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm afraid, i'm not that loving person. Thats freaking saddening! =(((((((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn you, nadz! Damn youuuuu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;=(((((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Poor insan, you're the only man i love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;After so long, &amp;amp; only the beginning, i've been giving you shits!&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone, just leave me alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-5558930464577393574?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5558930464577393574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=5558930464577393574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/5558930464577393574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/5558930464577393574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/help-me-please.html' title='Help Me, Please.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-6271256425705811521</id><published>2009-07-24T19:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T19:29:03.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprisingly weird'/><title type='text'>I Fell.. In Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SmmYTe9OtqI/AAAAAAAABPk/Yv3TJaEIVbU/s1600-h/Slide35.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361984291856103074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SmmYTe9OtqI/AAAAAAAABPk/Yv3TJaEIVbU/s400/Slide35.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I only felt awesome the past few days, i'm down there againnnn. The difference between you &amp;amp; me is, i don't squat down or looks down if i'm sad. I do zillion things in an hour if i'm feeling down. The problem with me is, i don't really speak up. I shoot people all over, innocently, my bestfriend especially. What bestfriend has to be like, she never utter a word back. She eats my sorrows!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;You know, i never really loved someone so much, that its really hard to let go. Honestly, or sadly, its my first time. Oh hohhhh, how does it feel like? Make me learn, i haven't had any. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now i feel a tinge of it, its freaking me out, a little. This is weirddddd, coming from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I need a breather. A friend. Or.. Nobody. Blerghhh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;What am i saying. -______-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darlinggggg, if my bestfriend Jamie is too busy for me, i'm counting on you. Alot. But if you're busy too?&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________(fill in the blank, sweetie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love! N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-6271256425705811521?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6271256425705811521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=6271256425705811521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/6271256425705811521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/6271256425705811521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-fell-in-love.html' title='I Fell.. In Love.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SmmYTe9OtqI/AAAAAAAABPk/Yv3TJaEIVbU/s72-c/Slide35.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-8775520981001547276</id><published>2009-07-23T14:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:57:46.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disgusted.'/><title type='text'>Over Numbers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SmgIem1vlqI/AAAAAAAABPc/4gHHzjb5TQg/s1600-h/n531548285_1654443_4755880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361544678299637410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SmgIem1vlqI/AAAAAAAABPc/4gHHzjb5TQg/s400/n531548285_1654443_4755880.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;My initial purpose to blog was to upload all classic &amp;amp; frustrating conversations from MSN &amp;amp; Facebook buttttt... I'm too occupied with assignments. Date lines are sleeping in my peanut brain, those numbers are confusing to me already. HAHAHAHAHA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So so, this entry is to show you, this disgusting video a friend sent to me. Thousands of expressions on my face while watching. You gotta see this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sidetrack : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman hangs her clothes, outside in the garden with alot of worms (???). She wore those clothes &amp;amp; get this.&lt;br /&gt;Infested breassssssst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d2cb7d6cc0c4f6df" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd2cb7d6cc0c4f6df%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330184981%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1B0D48AADE29AAFD6BD6014DA54418A460CDB749.52615926DA350FB9E1FBDA3BEA359E95CC089C1A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd2cb7d6cc0c4f6df%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeiPyuErtujzbHUc1hh7YKiFNOyU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd2cb7d6cc0c4f6df%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330184981%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1B0D48AADE29AAFD6BD6014DA54418A460CDB749.52615926DA350FB9E1FBDA3BEA359E95CC089C1A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd2cb7d6cc0c4f6df%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeiPyuErtujzbHUc1hh7YKiFNOyU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;DISGUSTINGGGGGGG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-8775520981001547276?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d2cb7d6cc0c4f6df&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8775520981001547276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=8775520981001547276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/8775520981001547276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/8775520981001547276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/over-numbers.html' title='Over Numbers.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SmgIem1vlqI/AAAAAAAABPc/4gHHzjb5TQg/s72-c/n531548285_1654443_4755880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-4843440648553074365</id><published>2009-07-21T14:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:52:21.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling better'/><title type='text'>Retouching Makes Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SmVlGSaenzI/AAAAAAAABPU/jgKxzifV80U/s1600-h/nadzsurgery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360802090150960946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SmVlGSaenzI/AAAAAAAABPU/jgKxzifV80U/s400/nadzsurgery.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is why they say i derserve to be in this crazy media school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wish i get paid for this, this one thing that people thirst for ; this freaking knowledge of mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Very very pleased &amp;amp; finally laid back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-4843440648553074365?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4843440648553074365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=4843440648553074365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/4843440648553074365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/4843440648553074365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/retouching-makes-beauty.html' title='Retouching Makes Beauty'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SmVlGSaenzI/AAAAAAAABPU/jgKxzifV80U/s72-c/nadzsurgery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-311029517087535552</id><published>2009-07-21T10:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:06:19.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><title type='text'>Living Under A Spotlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In case they don't know, i'm trying very hard to (L) my job in this media land. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now that i've come to realise that being absent from school really kills because assignments hide behind your conscious. Its scary, its painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Scold me for not taking care of myself, but i'm determined to do at least good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;These people in media is sickkkk, they behave &amp;amp; work like a maniac. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not even close to being a maniac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Watch me work, pardon me if it scares you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I only wanted to do fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-311029517087535552?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/311029517087535552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=311029517087535552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/311029517087535552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/311029517087535552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/living-under-spotlight.html' title='Living Under A Spotlight'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-6609491462369664653</id><published>2009-07-20T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:56:17.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's A Thin Line Between Being Nice &amp; Being Mean.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;There really is, only a fine line between being nice to everyone &amp;amp; being mean on purpose, also means being sly, always having something up one's sleeves all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;A fine line between being nice &amp;amp; having two faces! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; If being nice actually makes others feel dippreciated, one logical advice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Learn to balance &amp;amp; feel others from different different angles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;OR not, the mean way, disregard the ones that your loved ones don't feel happy about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Honestly, i think the second advice works better. I'd loved that, quite much. Thats why they call me the 'sombong' one but if you ask me, i really don't mean it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just had to do it, or i missed you out, somehow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because you see, if i'm being nice, you'll see that i'm reaaaally nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;All the nice things you can think of, i've done most of that. Out of the many, IT IS because of the many that my loved ones felt that it was dumb of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm handling this alone, so preaching on me about my decisions, just makes me dislike you. Much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Help, or ignore. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nevertheless, these are still the people that i need. Just these few that i'd cry to lose one of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;: Jamie Victoria Guna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;: Muhammad Insan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;: Bukhari Abdul Jalil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;: Liqi, Lilin, Lok, Shaun, Vinod, Tian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;: Joy Rouge &amp;amp; Vishalini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Thus, too nice is awesome! Too nice is also risky &amp;amp; sort of a suicide, in some ways too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-6609491462369664653?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6609491462369664653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=6609491462369664653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/6609491462369664653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/6609491462369664653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/theres-thin-line-between-being-nice.html' title='There&apos;s A Thin Line Between Being Nice &amp; Being Mean.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-8325257687405130771</id><published>2009-07-20T11:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:03:29.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monday morning'/><title type='text'>Up &amp; Down You're All Around.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SmPqdYSUFMI/AAAAAAAABPM/kfcJkncTIrY/s1600-h/white-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360385771957392578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SmPqdYSUFMI/AAAAAAAABPM/kfcJkncTIrY/s400/white-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, i didn't wore any make up to school ; except for eye make ups. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wore beach shorts &amp;amp; a cute top with all-star shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wore my ODM watch on my right hand, &amp;amp; accessories on my left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;My hair is in place, &amp;amp; lipstick on my lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;A brown slingbag across my right shoulder, with a little sweet paper bag, full of presents in it, for Jamie VG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;A flower necklace across my chest, &amp;amp; butterfly ear rings on my ear lopes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am gonna skip 3D class today at 4 to 6pm, because i'll rush off to dance practice. (BADDDDD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am gonna meet Jamie VG to hand over this paperbag at 4pm in Sports Club! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I still have my argumentative essay in my mind, all the time. (BADDDDD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; my 3D work, its still not completed. (BADDDDDD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;There's only 2 things that i'm happy about, today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; that is, i look pleasant even without make up which my man calls it 'natural beauty'. (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The other is a wake up text message from the soldier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bottom line is, looking good is all that makes me happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep me sane, keep me strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S: Sorry for not picking up your calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll make it up to you. &amp;amp; i miss you too! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-8325257687405130771?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8325257687405130771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=8325257687405130771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/8325257687405130771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/8325257687405130771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/up-down-youre-all-around.html' title='Up &amp; Down You&apos;re All Around.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SmPqdYSUFMI/AAAAAAAABPM/kfcJkncTIrY/s72-c/white-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-3330669368657849860</id><published>2009-07-19T12:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:17:22.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babygirl.'/><title type='text'>A Pocket Full Of Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, this very midnight is a very important because&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Its Jamie's birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *party poppers popping!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;amp; she has a barbeque today at 5pm but i would most probably stay at home because i'm still kinda unwell. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have always missed alotttt of meetings with her &amp;amp; i'm telling you, its been quite some time back since i last met her. (Tskkk!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nevertheless, she's very unstandable &amp;amp; urge me, not to be stressed or be guilty about any of these. I couldn't be less guilty still, because i see how much she wants me to be there, but i'm not there. She once told me this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If you need me urgently or you cry in school, &amp;amp; i'm having a test, i would leave my test &amp;amp; meet you. "&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;=))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Every single time without fail, she'll find out whether i've eaten for the day, or even more tedious, for this period of time under a meal, be it breakfast, lunch or dinner. I couldn't escape from the moment because she WILL buy some food for me &amp;amp; force it down my throat. Yea, i'm hard to please but this lady here, she couldn't care less about any of my parliament speech but force something down my throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360024387207988514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SmKhyBL2hSI/AAAAAAAABO8/EH6B7_nYuUM/s400/4308_85659998327_521828327_1711755_3173178_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You may feel that, this is the girl who only look at you, &amp;amp; then look away. OR the girl who do not smile at you, but look at you as though you're a piece of nuisance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wellllll.. Thats just her face, can't you accept it? Hahahaha.. She's none of all that. You should have better listen to what she has to say, instead of assuming from her body language or her facial expression because seriously, it don't tell any truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The very firstttttt time i mingle with her, was during dance. I wasn't suppose to meet up with her &amp;amp; go for dance together, but we met at Bukit Batok Interchange by chance. She was worried much because she's late for dance &amp;amp; that is like after her work replacement for her mum's friend as a salesgirl if i remember correctly? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;She scratched me on my arms with her exceptionally long nails, whereby her intention was actually, to save me from the car that is driving in, into the carpark. Hahaha.. Yessss, i went " Weeeeiiii.. Pain lehhhhh! " She just laughed because she say i was too cute to be scratched on a purpose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SmKmt93__cI/AAAAAAAABPE/qv4qbjtQ3mc/s1600-h/100_2729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360029815158078914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SmKmt93__cI/AAAAAAAABPE/qv4qbjtQ3mc/s400/100_2729.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you were to ask me how we became bestfriends, it was actually by pure coincidence. Like really, we just happen to want to do the same thing every single time. I wanted to rebond my hair before school starts, she wants it too! I wanted biker jacket, she wants it too! She said that i was copying her, but no! I wanted it too, even without knowing she wanting them too!&lt;br /&gt;❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lovely, we started going to dance together, we shared chips together while figuring out the contemporary steps that was taught. You wanna know one funny truth at that time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;She's rough, really. Hahahahah.. I couldn't stand it. HER FINGERNAILS, DAMN IT! Sharp like pen knife which eventually, scratched against me over &amp;amp; over again while dancing! Freaking irritating i just had to screech! As usual, she laughed. (shrugs) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Performances by performances, we started to get closer, more comfortable with each other &amp;amp; thats the time when i see her retardedness bit by bit, knowing that she isn't that bitchy or bimbotic or snotty. She's funny &amp;amp; caring &amp;amp; nice that she don't just anyhow do that to anyone. It takes time, you see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fast forwarding, now that she's my bestfriend, we in fact do everything anything together. After O'Levels, we skated like 3 times in a week! We went out to do nothing else but just skating. Oh, &amp;amp; going to dance practices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sweetttttt, how time flies that she has a boyfriend now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;We as one, are sorta identical in most ways but not looks, of course. That would be freaky. Hahaha! We always tell each other, " When a guy ignore us for one day, he's a jerk because that is soooo over! (Laughs) NEXXXXTTTT! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;=DDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of it, its actually cute, yet mean, of us. That is supposedly a big mistake because we're still the one involved in this tension, not just those guys who got ignored &amp;amp; felt sad. Like Jamie's phone, it rangs every 3 mins! Mind you, its not 1 person of all day. *eyebrow goes up &amp;amp; down* Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;There's alot of things that i could share with you about this beautiful lady, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that this is touching &amp;amp; sweet enough that she could forgive me for not coming to her barbeque tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ❤ you, J!&lt;br /&gt;Sweet seventeen (like OMGGGG 17?!), &amp;amp; remember what i always tell you?&lt;br /&gt;" Anytime, anything, anywhere. "&lt;br /&gt;XOXO, N!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-3330669368657849860?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3330669368657849860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=3330669368657849860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/3330669368657849860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/3330669368657849860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/pocket-full-of-sunshine.html' title='A Pocket Full Of Sunshine'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SmKhyBL2hSI/AAAAAAAABO8/EH6B7_nYuUM/s72-c/4308_85659998327_521828327_1711755_3173178_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-3066541774153088973</id><published>2009-07-17T14:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T14:24:55.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Officially Yours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SmAWwXVo80I/AAAAAAAABO0/XEIzcJNAAdQ/s1600-h/kisskiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359308576725201730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SmAWwXVo80I/AAAAAAAABO0/XEIzcJNAAdQ/s400/kisskiss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember that i once told you that we moved on faster than how the crowd moves, how we just follow what our hearts craves for, that knowing each other about the details in black &amp;amp; white can wait? Every night, we never fail to pour our feelings out into actions, how we feel its hard to say goodbye to end the sweet night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;People may feel we really moved too fast, but we do not really care so much because we loved, we shared, we cared, we're happy. We do not have to slow down &amp;amp; take things step by step, do we. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've never had such a fast pace with anyone before, but you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I never felt so confident in someone, before. Perhaps its because you are truthful about everything, &amp;amp; it shows where i see it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; you told me you're definitely different from the crowd, that is some confidence. You always say i'm always playing hard to get. Ain't that some challenging game we played, darling? (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I never give in to guys, even you right now, but it is because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I, wanted what you wanted, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/6824142389090469748-3066541774153088973?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3066541774153088973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=3066541774153088973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/3066541774153088973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/3066541774153088973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-officially-yours.html' title='I&apos;m Officially Yours.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SmAWwXVo80I/AAAAAAAABO0/XEIzcJNAAdQ/s72-c/kisskiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-1945818212817486881</id><published>2009-07-17T10:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T10:17:31.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know You Want Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sl_cof7eIdI/AAAAAAAABOs/iI2bSAH8G0o/s1600-h/P1000695-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359244669917995474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sl_cof7eIdI/AAAAAAAABOs/iI2bSAH8G0o/s400/P1000695-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm still deciding whether i'm gonna go Shanghai or not. Well, its different, definitely to have your boyfriend for so long before, &amp;amp; that now you're leaving then he's leaving, i guess i can still handle that. My situation is, this soldier here only meets me during weekends! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;" Definitely not the same feeling as yours, Liqi. Similar perhaps, similar. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to weigh out options, &amp;amp; i need all the help you can give me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So anyway, i'm still on MC since yesterday till today. Oh i've been having sharp pains on my brain, some chest tightness &amp;amp; also, sighness at night. That is someeeee pain, you know. Not having to attend school for this long, i still have not write an essay for my Critical Thinking Module. I'm gonna get it over &amp;amp; done with, soon! (tsssk!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; i have a new plan on how to handle my assignments, or rather, school, they call it. -______-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*eyebrow goes up &amp;amp; down*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna do well now, when currently, i think we're just a bunch of procrastinators who follow the breeze. I've changed &amp;amp; lets see if it works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, i'm off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S : Jamie's birthday is in 3 days timeeeee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/6824142389090469748-1945818212817486881?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1945818212817486881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=1945818212817486881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/1945818212817486881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/1945818212817486881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-know-you-want-me.html' title='I Know You Want Me.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sl_cof7eIdI/AAAAAAAABOs/iI2bSAH8G0o/s72-c/P1000695-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-2213479816937984123</id><published>2009-07-15T09:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T10:46:25.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spotted'/><title type='text'>Whats A Girl To Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sl00Ifq-u3I/AAAAAAAABOk/7CS8-BNyUdo/s1600-h/P1060972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358496452186127218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sl00Ifq-u3I/AAAAAAAABOk/7CS8-BNyUdo/s400/P1060972.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, DDM is gonna have a photography trip to China during autumn. My mum allows me to go, but my man wouldn't allow me to, because he'll be lonely. You see, if i were to go for that China trip, i'll get more beautiful photos in my gallery, especially when it is an autumn! On my return, my man is gonna leave for India. Leaving one for another one. -______-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thus, if i did not go for China Photography trip, i'll have more time with him, before he leaves me in early October. Tough huhhhh~ I have no idea maaaaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anywayyyy, ever wonder if the models in thos magazines really own a flawless skin? Pleaseee, now that i'm smarter, i'm more than sure that their faces have been CLOSELY retouched by photoshop. (Tsk tsk tsk!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm telling you, the editor must be a very passionate &amp;amp; patient person because retouching takes forever! Especially you have spotty face! HAHAHAHA. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, you may say that you ever see models which seems close to flawless! Well, it just makes the editor's work wayyyyyy relaxing than supposed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Modeeeeelssss~ Like my bestfriend. (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, i'm off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm gonna drown myself much, into dance now as performance is cominggggg~ * simultaneously, assignments are getting itself done one by one gradually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;God bless me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Much love, N!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-2213479816937984123?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2213479816937984123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=2213479816937984123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/2213479816937984123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/2213479816937984123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-girl-to-do.html' title='Whats A Girl To Do'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sl00Ifq-u3I/AAAAAAAABOk/7CS8-BNyUdo/s72-c/P1060972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-3428488932941592078</id><published>2009-07-14T14:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:01:32.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponders'/><title type='text'>Lucky I'm In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You know what i think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm a barbie who stands on my man's feets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can this guy stand it? :O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Would a guy stand it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-3428488932941592078?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3428488932941592078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=3428488932941592078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/3428488932941592078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/3428488932941592078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/lucky-im-in-love.html' title='Lucky I&apos;m In Love'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-6150482900947644944</id><published>2009-07-14T06:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:29:40.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Find The Words To Write This Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Slv2UMlYXuI/AAAAAAAABOc/5-_FyYA-gtg/s1600-h/DSC00190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358147008523165410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Slv2UMlYXuI/AAAAAAAABOc/5-_FyYA-gtg/s400/DSC00190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, yessss. Its true like what my man said over the tagboard, i'm sucha perfectionist when it comes to looks of something like for instant, my blogskin. Ask me, how madly i was browsing thru the blogskins.com just to find something easy &amp;amp; nice, to the extend that everything else there is kind of mainstream, i went to make my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;But currently, there's something wrong with my codings. Bummer, how dissappointing.  -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, i didn't really attend morning lessons today because i doubt i could pass the entrance check at Gate 7 of SP because of my darn flu. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Supposedly its a pity, but my bloody classmates (as usual, inevitable.) posted on my FB wall, phrases like, " FAKE ONE LA CBCBCBCBCB. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;No comments, isn't it? You just have to cb back at them. Hahah! =P Pardon me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gonna get in school by another open gate, so that i could attend afternoon lessons at 2 to 4pm ; IDEAS Class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is there health check at the entrance from MRT? :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So anyway, Mr Lance Corporal is gonna book out today, &amp;amp; he's gonna treat me to a movie out of the blue! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Supposedly, i'd rather be more committed to dance right now because finalised date of dance night is next thurs, the 23rd! (Phewwww~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fast tutting routine really made me go bonkers. Its funny how i did not suggest for other things but get on with tutting practices. Hahah.. Like what Shyry says, " Thats the spirit i'm looking for! HAHAHAHAHA. " while one other just kept " Puki ah sai. Slowly ahhh~ "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Funnay funnay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nonetheless, we all know that disciplines beats it all, i hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;On the other hand, My man is back in the jungle this morning for  2 days 1 night. Had a phone call with him early morning like 7plus AM as i was up very early like 4:30am to find materials for a particular written essay today in class, before i realise that i am unwell~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Good thing is, i've got more time! Bad thing is, what if i fail to enter the health check entrance tomorrow? :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Please, don't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Howeverrrr, his phone call made my day. (L) &amp;amp; poor guy, his morning sighness made him sound so cute over the phone. (giggles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;=))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;XOXO, N!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S: I'm still unhappy with this blogskin okay? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-6150482900947644944?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6150482900947644944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=6150482900947644944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/6150482900947644944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/6150482900947644944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/cant-find-words-to-write-this-song.html' title='Can&apos;t Find The Words To Write This Song'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Slv2UMlYXuI/AAAAAAAABOc/5-_FyYA-gtg/s72-c/DSC00190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-727065871296157406</id><published>2009-07-13T02:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T02:42:18.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Wanna Be Like Cinderella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SlorcJKDiiI/AAAAAAAABNU/Hy6t2Ok_4yQ/s1600-h/P1130397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357642469205051938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SlorcJKDiiI/AAAAAAAABNU/Hy6t2Ok_4yQ/s400/P1130397.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted to be in Singapore Polytechnics's media school so much, that i worked my ass off during the O'Levels period, i can't let loose of my determined dream.&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently really sleepy, actually where today, i went out with my man &amp;amp; he showers me with alotttt of pampers!&lt;br /&gt;*melts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to draw 10 sketches of out a product, NEC projector.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the previous years' art pieces, i wonder how they could even imagine of cloning projectors &amp;amp; changing its colours to create a silly parrot with blurred green background. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fascinating, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if my ideas are of a certain standard, but you bet i have been thinking of these sketches for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Its no regrets that i'm in media school, because i'd jolly well know at first, that my course don't allow one to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;You're only allowed to dream, imagine &amp;amp; do things to make beliefs~ -_________-"&lt;br /&gt;Thats what media is all about.&lt;br /&gt;With only 5 sketches in my file &amp;amp; taking a glance at the clock (currently its 2:37am, monday morning), will i get my sleeeeeeep?&lt;br /&gt;I doubt so. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remind myself, i have to write an essay on tuesday during Critical Thinking Lesson. :(&lt;br /&gt;Freakingggg annoying &amp;amp; everything is so rushing or did i kick off late. No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyyyy, i'm working on my new blogskin, which for your information, Dreamweaver is a bitch at handling codes.&lt;br /&gt;I killed much brain cells for that entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;It'll work out good, you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;But for now, stick with this 'already boring' blogskin &amp;amp; be amused with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog's a bore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-727065871296157406?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/727065871296157406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=727065871296157406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/727065871296157406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/727065871296157406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-wanna-be-like-cinderella.html' title='I Don&apos;t Wanna Be Like Cinderella'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SlorcJKDiiI/AAAAAAAABNU/Hy6t2Ok_4yQ/s72-c/P1130397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-152912768109988753</id><published>2009-07-10T11:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:09:37.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I Still Look Complete</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sla9rZT9naI/AAAAAAAABNM/_34xXywl6hc/s1600-h/P1070357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356677360030424482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sla9rZT9naI/AAAAAAAABNM/_34xXywl6hc/s400/P1070357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;No one promised me that life would be a bed of roses all the time, but i have people promising me that anything incomplete would be just part of the work in progress. How can i thank them enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, i only (L) &lt;strong&gt;Muhammad Insan&lt;/strong&gt; the soldier guy, &lt;strong&gt;Jamie Victoria Guna&lt;/strong&gt; the bimbo bestfriend, &lt;strong&gt;Bukhari&lt;/strong&gt; the Lance Corporal, &lt;strong&gt;Liqi Lilin Shaun Vinod Tian &amp;amp; Lok&lt;/strong&gt; the class losers, &lt;strong&gt;Mafia Crew &amp;amp; Killa Move Crew&lt;/strong&gt; the dancers &amp;amp; bboys, &lt;strong&gt;DyliMarcell&lt;/strong&gt; the happy pill dancers, &lt;strong&gt;Sports Club&lt;/strong&gt; the lepak corner, &amp;amp; lastly, &lt;strong&gt;Joy Rouge &amp;amp; Vishalini&lt;/strong&gt; the performers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I need nothing else, except them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-152912768109988753?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/152912768109988753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=152912768109988753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/152912768109988753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/152912768109988753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-i-still-look-complete.html' title='Do I Still Look Complete'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sla9rZT9naI/AAAAAAAABNM/_34xXywl6hc/s72-c/P1070357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-8774103554600022343</id><published>2009-07-08T14:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:32:26.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Long As Time Keeps On Passing By.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have too many things to face in life, right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Too many sweethearts who constantly want me to smile, at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Too many care &amp;amp; concern that i've been getting, could i have been more blessed, or basically just this time alone, things will stay perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss my bestfriend, &amp;amp; i'm hoping she's been good these days because if ever she felt a tinge of loneliness, there goes my title. =/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been busy with dance practices, &amp;amp; like finally over with web publishing which took its toll on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm extremely glad i made new friends everyday! For whatever reasons it hold, i bet its blissful, still. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven't been eaten proper meals &amp;amp; like what my man said, " You're eating lesser than what baby is eating, you know! " or what bestfriend said, " Since when is your appetite so small? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm trying my best to be perfect. &amp;amp; thats the only way i can love myself more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me if i'm wrong to try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because if i hadn't try, i never felt so useless before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SlRJIjLGmNI/AAAAAAAABNE/Y7AmrVdwlHk/s1600-h/DSC02344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355986268079954130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SlRJIjLGmNI/AAAAAAAABNE/Y7AmrVdwlHk/s400/DSC02344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; I miss Muhammad Insan. Much. (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-8774103554600022343?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8774103554600022343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=8774103554600022343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/8774103554600022343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/8774103554600022343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-long-as-time-keeps-on-passing-by.html' title='As Long As Time Keeps On Passing By.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SlRJIjLGmNI/AAAAAAAABNE/Y7AmrVdwlHk/s72-c/DSC02344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-8096973289603165664</id><published>2009-07-06T09:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:20:37.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Love Comes Around.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SlFN9r8VdYI/AAAAAAAABMU/gdGhXNCUIbM/s1600-h/Nadegenerous+(28).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355147154083378562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SlFN9r8VdYI/AAAAAAAABMU/gdGhXNCUIbM/s400/Nadegenerous+(28).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;" &amp;amp; they knock you down, just keep back up, when they knock you down. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;There's a few things i haven't managed to get over with. &amp;amp; probably your help might be greatly appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Firstly, i've finally chose to belong to Mr NS Man because i can't forever be dating a thousand guys monthly, that just makes me a bitch. Or perhaps not, because that can be fun, i admit but come to think of it, thats what i think. What about the guy's? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who knows. (shrugs) So, i've stop playing games. My all-time hero, charming Bukhari, use to tell me this.. (Because he also dates alot like me. But things are more complicated for him, but nevermind that.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;" You know i want you to do. It to just date. Date alottttt, different guys all the time, so that you can see &amp;amp; learn the different characters. &amp;amp; finally chose what you want. You won't get true love when you're not working as a status. Till then, its just another relationship for instant. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, what do you think about that? Is he making sense? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He alwayssssss do make sense, but the thing is, he do things we people don't do, because he's a crazy nurse. Yesterday, he called me to say, &lt;em&gt;" Nad. Sorry. Semalam i takde kerje in camp, me &amp;amp; my bunk mates drank 10 scoops of cough syrup with root beer. Syioooooooooooook, babeeeee. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;How sick is that?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okayyyy, so yesterday, its a big unlucky day for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The day all DDM students rushes thru their assignment like for me, my web publishing. I'd thought i could get it over &amp;amp; done with, yesterday? But damn my fucked up stepdad who switches off the modem &amp;amp; there goes my assignment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; also there goes my tears, sleeping with deep worries but now that i'm up fresh, i'm gonna rush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't plan to go classes today, i'll come to school, only  to submit this shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Till then, keep in touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love, N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-8096973289603165664?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8096973289603165664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=8096973289603165664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/8096973289603165664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/8096973289603165664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometimes-love-comes-around.html' title='Sometimes Love Comes Around.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SlFN9r8VdYI/AAAAAAAABMU/gdGhXNCUIbM/s72-c/Nadegenerous+(28).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-3292626011077044356</id><published>2009-07-05T13:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T14:22:26.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contented'/><title type='text'>Stucked Where I Don't Wanna Be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SlA-BqzNlXI/AAAAAAAABL0/7FxRt5j0rPU/s1600-h/P1130339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354848155333399922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SlA-BqzNlXI/AAAAAAAABL0/7FxRt5j0rPU/s400/P1130339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know very well that i haven't been working hard enough &amp;amp; all i do is just.. Open my mouth &amp;amp; whineeeee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Freaking freaky noisy that some of you might not wanna admit that it is annoying, i'm sorry. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesssss, i do not know what to say here or update here, but you all should know, i'm really busy with assignments. Not at all tiny ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I really can't wait to get over with this, &amp;amp; all i wanted was someone to always help me, keep my head up at all times. I know, i may seem like i'm a pampered person, but i'm not, at all. I search for my own comfort zone, i don't always get it just like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not asking much, am i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm more than blessed to have my darling NS man standing by my side, all the time, when i know he has more important things to do, than i what i know he could have been doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He is still there for me, &amp;amp; you know, even i will get irritated with someone who always want my attention all the time like twenty four seven? But not him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He's never irritated by me, i believe its not because he doesn't wanna admit it. Even if he was the one logically suppose to be sad by the both of us, &amp;amp; i chose to be sad too, he'll not be sad &amp;amp; attend to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm extremely pampered by him &amp;amp; i couldn't love him less, for that. (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you guys get such treatment in life, before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is one of a kind for me, doubt any of you gets it or at least the same treatment for a long long time. Humans will get tired of giving in, now thats what you call 'life' isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;I understand those shits all along, but this soldier really changed it all, when i know its more of him, persevering, he just don't get tired because &lt;em&gt;" Darling, i believe you know that i care for you as much, too. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;=)))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; you know what, today, is a sunday, i'm heading to school. -____________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Poor me, i know righttttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; performance is in 9 more days! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Busy busy beeeeee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-3292626011077044356?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3292626011077044356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=3292626011077044356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/3292626011077044356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/3292626011077044356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/stucked-where-i-dont-wanna-be.html' title='Stucked Where I Don&apos;t Wanna Be.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SlA-BqzNlXI/AAAAAAAABL0/7FxRt5j0rPU/s72-c/P1130339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-5701177207222460802</id><published>2009-07-01T09:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:05:37.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intro for dummies'/><title type='text'>Diploma In Digital Media AKA DDM In Singapore Polytechnics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkrAk7rgzPI/AAAAAAAABLs/a6MIqEAdffg/s1600-h/DSC00078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353302847811276018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkrAk7rgzPI/AAAAAAAABLs/a6MIqEAdffg/s400/DSC00078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;" Hello everybody, i'm the next best photo editor in Singaporeeee! " (HAHAHAHA. -___________-. Pleaseeeee. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alot have been asking me what my course is about, generally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, you must be interested in whatever that i'm doing &amp;amp; all of the things that i have produced, isn't it? *eyebrow goes up &amp;amp; down* What more to know that, i've come into the course of my choiceeeee~ (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anywayyyy, i can assure that different polytechnics do not study everything equally the same. Similar, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But i'm from Singapore Polytechnicssssss~ *hinting*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fineeeee, not interested about where i'm from, heh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Boo you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, Diploma In Digital Media is generally about camerasssss (both filming &amp;amp; photography), 3D animation &amp;amp; web publishing. Oh, there's actually some 'music lesson' because you see, all your videos have got music background. In the industry, they don't just take any songs from other producers &amp;amp; put it into their videos/shows. Thereforeeee, music lesson teaches you how to make your own. OR on the basic, you will be taught how to edit music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thats about it, that as you go a year ahead, you'll finally have got to choose one of the many things you do in DDM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Coooooolllllllllzxzxzxzxz heh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know righttttttt, now bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, before that, here's something for you to plug in into. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WdXDgaEgaJ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WdXDgaEgaJ8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-5701177207222460802?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5701177207222460802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=5701177207222460802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/5701177207222460802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/5701177207222460802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/07/diploma-in-digital-media-aka-ddm-in.html' title='Diploma In Digital Media AKA DDM In Singapore Polytechnics'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkrAk7rgzPI/AAAAAAAABLs/a6MIqEAdffg/s72-c/DSC00078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-3741020719368281802</id><published>2009-06-30T09:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:01:30.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Often.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can never be late to school, you may wonder how i manage to get up in the morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;how i could even open my eyes &amp;amp; get my butts off the bed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I sure couldn't, but its made possible, all the time that i have nothing to worry about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sklqub-L_TI/AAAAAAAABLU/zMVymMW2g8g/s1600-h/P1070110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352926978121661746" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sklqub-L_TI/AAAAAAAABLU/zMVymMW2g8g/s400/P1070110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This not-so-little-anymore boy is my first little brother, Fitqry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Very very naughty, can be rude in his speech (thanks to whoever says vulgarities even on the phone. like me. -____-. He's listening okay), but a good boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He wakes me up by hitting his soft toy at me. I'm glad he's a cute boy because cute boy don't play with hard stuffs, instead they love bears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sklqt4jHAHI/AAAAAAAABLM/SHskZVdv9w4/s1600-h/P1070108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352926968612847730" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sklqt4jHAHI/AAAAAAAABLM/SHskZVdv9w4/s400/P1070108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My second little brother, named Fitris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;His partner in crime, but this boy, he's not rude but he's just a copycat. A very nice cute boy as well, but he likes to kick people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just as bad, isn't it? " What brothers are for. " -________________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sickkkk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If only they were older now, they must have understood me very well that i can't thank them enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;They never fails to cheer me up even if i made them angry a minute ago `cause you know, little boys' feelings can be easily tricked or played. (HAHAHAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkltNi61frI/AAAAAAAABLc/4mllri3HBTU/s1600-h/DSC00059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352929711585853106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkltNi61frI/AAAAAAAABLc/4mllri3HBTU/s400/DSC00059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, i'm ending school earlier than usual because of many cancelled classes, dance danceeeee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; i wonder why they say today is compulsory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;One question for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;" How much have you cared for someone you love, today? " =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-3741020719368281802?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3741020719368281802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=3741020719368281802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/3741020719368281802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/3741020719368281802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-often.html' title='How Often.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sklqub-L_TI/AAAAAAAABLU/zMVymMW2g8g/s72-c/P1070110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-8839683594525970419</id><published>2009-06-29T11:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:05:33.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Just A Little Bit Caught In The Middle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s626.photobucket.com/albums/tt348/mismatchedshoes/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wonderfulll.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i626.photobucket.com/albums/tt348/mismatchedshoes/wonderfulll.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wonders of Adobe Photoshop CS4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Editor : Ms Mismatchedshoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm am supppper addicted to photoshop because today alone, i figured out how to make someone look slimmer (Very useful, you know. HAHAHAHA), how to put spotlight on someone or an object, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You must be envious, but i don't mind sharingggggg. *winkswinks* =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is the first day of school &amp;amp; storyboarding class never fails to be dreadful. It was supposedly useful for other modules but this lecturer basically just mumbleeeeee~ It sucks. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm gonna try ta be hardworking or at least attentive, god bless me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;People, keep me sane. Love you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh! If i owe any of you a photoshoot, i'm sorry because i've yet to get hold of a DSLR. Mum's gna get me one soon, but if i could get it anytime these days, you'll be informed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;XOXO, N!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-8839683594525970419?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8839683594525970419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=8839683594525970419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/8839683594525970419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/8839683594525970419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-just-little-bit-caught-in-middle.html' title='I&apos;m Just A Little Bit Caught In The Middle.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-1948519577539760310</id><published>2009-06-28T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T00:07:06.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Urgency Can Still Be Put On Hold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We still play while working&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkeUSYOWQpI/AAAAAAAABK0/lEiT9FraL2U/s1600-h/Picture0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352409725614310034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkeUSYOWQpI/AAAAAAAABK0/lEiT9FraL2U/s400/Picture0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkeUSWi-jaI/AAAAAAAABKs/mGnehiH7gYo/s1600-h/Picture0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352409725163965858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkeUSWi-jaI/AAAAAAAABKs/mGnehiH7gYo/s400/Picture0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkeUSCiDNCI/AAAAAAAABKk/wkBAZR-eW5Y/s1600-h/Picture0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352409719791367202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkeUSCiDNCI/AAAAAAAABKk/wkBAZR-eW5Y/s400/Picture0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkeUSBc3HnI/AAAAAAAABKc/Y_jCRmxXVMc/s1600-h/Picture0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352409719501168242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkeUSBc3HnI/AAAAAAAABKc/Y_jCRmxXVMc/s400/Picture0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkeUR4OrnWI/AAAAAAAABKU/0ObpwvqrSvQ/s1600-h/Picture0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352409717025774946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkeUR4OrnWI/AAAAAAAABKU/0ObpwvqrSvQ/s400/Picture0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who just don't have exams to worry about, thats all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-1948519577539760310?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1948519577539760310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=1948519577539760310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/1948519577539760310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/1948519577539760310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-urgency-can-still-be-put-on-hold.html' title='When Urgency Can Still Be Put On Hold.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkeUSYOWQpI/AAAAAAAABK0/lEiT9FraL2U/s72-c/Picture0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-2900802510976033467</id><published>2009-06-27T13:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T13:54:57.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headsay'/><title type='text'>I'll Probably Always Have These Ugly Scars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes i don't mean it when i say i hated someone because hate is a strong bold word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I alwaaaaaays mean it when i say i like someone. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;They say i'm always very kind &amp;amp; soft spoken, could you have been smarter not to treat kindness as a weakness, one wouldn't be a monster or a knife that kills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Karma always has its toll, &amp;amp; a year older means a year wiser, more or less, try to mind your own business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;All of the above are such random thoughts of mine, but i hope it made some changes in you because getting insult indirectly, is the same as getting insult face to face. Say, hate tagging. Everyone knows its a last season game. So why play? Only you know that you're insulted for your bad behaviour, why carry the guilt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm definitely not all perfect but i'm sure i've never did any hate taggings before. I tag using my real name, leaving my site behind. You have to agree that because of that, i'm better than you in some ways, up to this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarcasm is not always good, I mean its never good, actually. (HAHAHAHA) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm guilty of sarcasm which most of the time, i admit i mean harm. But you see, i don't use vulgarities to hit someone at its bull eyes. You'll probably say my sarcasm is juvenile but i think at the end of the day, the 'victims' deserve to smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You know what i hate? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Being sarcastic which doesn't balance out any logic. Most of the time, people meant it as a joke, but i think its annoying. No, actually i don't really mind but times when i don't expect such responds, yes, its annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anywayyy, its gonna seem like i'm just filling up the spaces above, but coming down on one truth, i think i really miss that soldier alot. He may not get what he wants from me, hopes from me, but i really care about him. He questions me alot when i say i do (L) him, do i hold the 'playful girl' title in your mind? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually, i really don't know what i should do about thing whole thing but i know, i love him &amp;amp; he loves me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Right now, i wanna agree that NS do take those guys' life away, &amp;amp; simultaneously, hurt those other people indirectly. You know i'm smart, that i really don't blame those guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Poor guys. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Till the next time i have something to say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkWtu_XG4zI/AAAAAAAABKM/4nY-_FwLCLI/s1600-h/beautiful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351874754993644338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkWtu_XG4zI/AAAAAAAABKM/4nY-_FwLCLI/s400/beautiful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-2900802510976033467?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2900802510976033467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=2900802510976033467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/2900802510976033467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/2900802510976033467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/ill-probably-always-have-these-ugly.html' title='I&apos;ll Probably Always Have These Ugly Scars.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkWtu_XG4zI/AAAAAAAABKM/4nY-_FwLCLI/s72-c/beautiful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-6867443283420854661</id><published>2009-06-26T12:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:32:51.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faces During The 15th Year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With a touch of my grace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkRLaVdfufI/AAAAAAAABJk/ru02BBVkgJ0/s1600-h/Shot019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351485173032532466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkRLaVdfufI/AAAAAAAABJk/ru02BBVkgJ0/s400/Shot019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You'll like me more because i treat you like a fragile piece of glass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkRLaNKBMfI/AAAAAAAABJc/apo6po9UVbI/s1600-h/DSC03468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351485170803356146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkRLaNKBMfI/AAAAAAAABJc/apo6po9UVbI/s400/DSC03468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I actually thought you will be there all the time, for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkRK9q5sj8I/AAAAAAAABJU/lYg9D86ZKrA/s1600-h/DSC01727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351484680571752386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkRK9q5sj8I/AAAAAAAABJU/lYg9D86ZKrA/s400/DSC01727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Till it seems like my short absence is a long gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkRKqyQt2BI/AAAAAAAABJM/H3UILO6JzwU/s1600-h/DSC03971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351484356129839122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkRKqyQt2BI/AAAAAAAABJM/H3UILO6JzwU/s400/DSC03971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A smile on my face makes your heart beats faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351487849314861778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkRN2HY7QtI/AAAAAAAABJ8/sDTwQp3U1-Y/s400/DSC03827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I mean alot to you, isn't it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have i changed alot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;From appearance to behaviours? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have my words that when it comes to the heart, its still me all along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-6867443283420854661?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6867443283420854661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=6867443283420854661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/6867443283420854661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/6867443283420854661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/faces-during-15th-year.html' title='Faces During The 15th Year.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkRLaVdfufI/AAAAAAAABJk/ru02BBVkgJ0/s72-c/Shot019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-5675194018742985955</id><published>2009-06-25T11:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T11:53:37.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over Numbers, Unemcumbered Numbered Words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But its okay, if you have to go away because i'm almost finally out of words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkLsrgy8JLI/AAAAAAAABI8/i8LJQ6IhelI/s1600-h/P1100270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351099539551691954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkLsrgy8JLI/AAAAAAAABI8/i8LJQ6IhelI/s400/P1100270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Photographer : Sng Li Qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another beautiful, fresh calm day for me this morning, to mention that i woke up late all the time on every uneventful days, there's really nothing for me to worry. But at times like yesterday, a friend needed my help to work at some childcare centre which was over at Turf City. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ask me why, but this is what happened. First of all, i took the wrong bus &amp;amp; ended up at Woodlands Checkpoint. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The feeling of being lost at such places, its really scary. I stepped into the Depature Hall &amp;amp; thus was approached by a cute but cheeky policeman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He got me out of the immigration safely thus walked me to the bus stop. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nevertheless, thats not just it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I actually initiated to go to Clementi Mrt station, but i went to Joo Koon line. -______-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tried to make things right again by going back to Jurong East Mrt Station, i ended up going to Chinese Garden for the second time. By the time i thought of the right path to go to Clementi Mrt Station, i was already kinda feeling dull &amp;amp; tired. Afterall, i'm already late for the interview &amp;amp; couldn't be bothered, much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Encountered such failures, before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anywayyyy, last night, bestie told me to run at the track today &amp;amp; looking at how she tried to psycho me to run with her, talking `bout losing weights &amp;amp; everything, didn't she know that i'm already over it? (HAHAHAHAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yesss, she'll do anything to get what she wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Besides, i guess i'm not running still because firstly, i'm not in the mood (Its so important to have a mood to run.) &amp;amp; secondly, i've got no shoes! (Am i suppose to run bare-footed or, or palm shoes? Ridiculous!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, i'm just gonna come to school &amp;amp; show up in front of her, saying &lt;em&gt;" Hey B! I came to bring you a shower foam! "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-_________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;On the other hand, do you think i'm out of love already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My bestie has got a jellyfish brain that she can't tell if something she faces, is a problem, or just another experience. Her ridiculous answer to my questions is always "&lt;em&gt;I guess so? "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(SMACKSMACKSMACKSMACKSMACK !!! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But coming back to the topic, i think i've been put into a test &amp;amp; its up to me to stay in it or get out of it? Most importantly, that test can walk away if it wishes to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;XOXO,N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkLqaLbQoGI/AAAAAAAABI0/_V7-ttQHV4I/s1600-h/P1100270.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-5675194018742985955?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5675194018742985955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=5675194018742985955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/5675194018742985955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/5675194018742985955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/over-numbers-unemcumbered-numbered.html' title='Over Numbers, Unemcumbered Numbered Words.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkLsrgy8JLI/AAAAAAAABI8/i8LJQ6IhelI/s72-c/P1100270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-6359471492411309473</id><published>2009-06-23T21:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:57:52.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing'/><title type='text'>Seize The Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350521633158817602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkDfE7t5Z0I/AAAAAAAABIc/j2cFIBYymPU/s400/P1130190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Such fine cool morning, don't you think? Even the Mrt rides seems pleasant today. Oh nevermind the crowds, they're there as a constant. What can i expect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, photography outing to a forest, supposedly unwanted anymore which is why, the army boys went there for shooting.   -___________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh we heard, freaking loud shots! So much of 'protected area, do not enter'. Retardddddddd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkDfFAkUKzI/AAAAAAAABIk/HSFGwVbJeHw/s1600-h/P1100142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350521634460805938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkDfFAkUKzI/AAAAAAAABIk/HSFGwVbJeHw/s400/P1100142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thus, Singapore Polytechnics proudly present, the 3 most silliest dumb-est Digital Media Students you'll ever meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's the reasons why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1)  When Sir actually brief us about the photography walk through those kilometres, the least you could do is keep quiet. The lady at the centre of that picture went " Aaaaaaah faster walk faster walk. Got butterfly! " One word. Classic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2)  When the lady on your right asked the lady at the centre, " Eh help me take a picture of that thing? Careful ah. " The moment that one thing moved, the lady at the centre went " Waaaaah-la-la-la why you ask me take this kinda scary scary thing, you disgusting girl. " &amp;amp; she walks off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fair enough? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Goddddd why am i part of the team? (HAHAHAHA) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But everything went along pretty well &amp;amp; superrrr exciting, i must say. Despite the fact that the reason i walk fast was because of mosquito, i ran because of mosquitoes &amp;amp; weird noises while exploring alone, the reason i talk was because of fear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Of butterflies. &amp;amp; everything else in the habitat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have not mention the sun, did i? I was burnnnntttt. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Its been a long time since i last sweat like this. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;" Woaaaaah damn hottttt! Eh give back my precious fan! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;" I'm trying to be a man. Heard me complain since the start? Not yet ah, not yet. Not yet means not bad. Can go NS. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Those were just a couple of hours from the start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;" Aiyaaaa must climb stairs?! So high! So much of sight-seeing. See what? See your dirty stagnant water! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;" I pay you 5 bucks, you go climb up with my camera. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;" Somebodyyyy helpppppp me. Pull me up, quick. I'm dyinggggg. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Super hilarious. Memorable day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;=))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350521628053775266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkDfEoswo6I/AAAAAAAABIU/_CsZCxpOwHs/s400/P1130278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkDfEAw7gnI/AAAAAAAABIM/lErB1XJfHAI/s1600-h/P1130256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350521617333846642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkDfEAw7gnI/AAAAAAAABIM/lErB1XJfHAI/s400/P1130256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkDaWBBaY-I/AAAAAAAABIE/1V_6jmVfzto/s1600-h/P1130267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350516429082485730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkDaWBBaY-I/AAAAAAAABIE/1V_6jmVfzto/s400/P1130267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; a sweet shot, the best for the day. Good composition, perfect lighting, well done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mum says that she is gonna get me a DSLR soooo very soon. On the initial thought, its a waste of money don't you think? When borrowing the school's is really a considerable choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Right now i think, it might seem like its a waste of money, but look what you could bring back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;All these pictures, they're original, might or might not be appreciated but its definitely something you won't delete it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;In a month, you'll get a gallery for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can consider, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because a normal standard camera gives you no feelings, as compared to this guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350521640147402258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkDfFVwGvhI/AAAAAAAABIs/QbMWnXraY1U/s400/P1130397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Photographer : Sng Li Qi. (whit3lies.blogspot.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because one always wants to improve themselves to be someone better in all ways, advices aren't really necessary  because it has to be something you thought of, you're gonna change it yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So why humiliate others when your turn hasn't arrive? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;One word, can alone tell alot of meanings out of it. As sharp as knife, or as sweet as sugar, as sour as plum or as bitter as medicine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sensitivity don't always suit to be blamed, some times tone makes a difference out of the same sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I really wonder the previous days that i am always agitated, always hurting people with lines, always moody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was it me? Or was it you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;On the contrary, i've gone through alot of hard times emotionally &amp;amp; even at the verge of breaking down where crying still means nothing to me &amp;amp; suicide is a choice, at sucha young age like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who was there to stand by me, who was there to pressurise me further, who was there to console you every hour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I carried myself up, with heads up, &amp;amp; a mind that keeps becoming stronger by day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;How can someone not love themselves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Many ways to make yourself look good or at least pleasant which most commonly named cute, when you have not do anything at all, you already gave up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Many ways for you to change your bad behaviors, your bad image, when you have not even showed a slight change &amp;amp; you already gave up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Many many ways for you to win someone's heart, when you look at that person with so many daters, day by day the worst, &amp;amp; you already gave up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;People, lets get smart, shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The least we could do, is to first love yourself, before you love others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love myself so much, i have to step myself down to earth because all i wanted was the best for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Feel me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S : More pictures on Facebook soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;XOXO, N!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-6359471492411309473?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6359471492411309473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=6359471492411309473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/6359471492411309473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/6359471492411309473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/seize-day.html' title='Seize The Day.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SkDfE7t5Z0I/AAAAAAAABIc/j2cFIBYymPU/s72-c/P1130190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-3622881083028743028</id><published>2009-06-22T00:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:58:17.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponders'/><title type='text'>Hiccups.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:120%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" Perhaps A Change Would Bring Some Smiles Back.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:80%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;XOXO,N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-3622881083028743028?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3622881083028743028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=3622881083028743028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/3622881083028743028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/3622881083028743028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/hiccups.html' title='Hiccups.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-3749974582388918714</id><published>2009-06-21T16:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T18:09:32.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For All That Matters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sj3-nUjGiyI/AAAAAAAABH8/QKq5WkgfdrA/s1600-h/SL731599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349711883870309154" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sj3-nUjGiyI/AAAAAAAABH8/QKq5WkgfdrA/s400/SL731599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Counting down my holidays, i'm left with 2 more weeks. A senior once told me, " &lt;em&gt;DDM how can get enough sleep one? Always must kanchiong spider sia. "&lt;/em&gt; I couldn't agree any lesser because that is a true fact where last week, i spend the whole weekdays, out of house doing filming across Singapore. Slowly, my schedule is filling up with a number of dance practices. I foresee that it'll clashes with some school stuffs like coming back to school for video editting in the labs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not forgetting, i need to do research for my critical thinking module 'Globalisation Eats Singapore's Economy'. =O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Somebody pleaseeeeee, kill me. A topic like that? Have no one else to blame but &lt;strong&gt;SNG LI QI&lt;/strong&gt; (the cb girl. HAHAHAHAHA.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got a D+ for the previous CRS session, &amp;amp; damn thats depressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, looking on the bright side, this coming tuesday, i'll be having a photography outing with the class &amp;amp; our lecturer by the fact that we have to be in school by 8am sharp because the bus wouldn't wait?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY SO EARLYYYYYYY. &lt;/strong&gt;Oh, for your info, i've not had any lessons held at 8am. Thus, it is understandable that i'm whining about it. 8am, someone teach me how to get up early. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Should i have talked anymore bullshits over here, this part of the entry onwards is about someone whom i knew, not long time ago like 2 months back? =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sj39R7_x-VI/AAAAAAAABH0/kfkBu_0hEns/s1600-h/P1070541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349710416990828882" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sj39R7_x-VI/AAAAAAAABH0/kfkBu_0hEns/s400/P1070541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ever-So-Shy-Annoying-Sweet-Who-Always-Gets-On-My-Nerves NS man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Of courseeeee, it definitely means i have nothing much to update these days because this holiday is sick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*roll eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Back to the topic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I couldn't explain why but he means alot to me. ( Identity has been kept confidential for all the reasons that it holds.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; J have always wonder about this one thing &amp;amp; that the very last thing we needed to know, &lt;em&gt;" When will we ever settle down? Always dating, different guys all week. So annoying. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sidetrack a little bit, J is attachedddddd! =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*party poppers pop from all corners*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What left now, is me, yours sincerely. *deep breath*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He, who never fails to stay by my side almost every single day, or at least after 11am everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He, whom i spent my weekends with, if bestie was too far to reach out to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He, who gave me the assurance that i could count on him anytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He, who means alot to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;There's alot of inside stories that can't be told openly, but you be rest assured, i'm safe with him. (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gawddddddd, this makes me miss him more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Has this made you feel nauseous? (HAHAHAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm slowly going off the topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;More interesting photography work by me, more delicious topics for you to read, coming up in just abit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep in touch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;XOXO,N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-3749974582388918714?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3749974582388918714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=3749974582388918714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/3749974582388918714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/3749974582388918714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-all-that-matters.html' title='For All That Matters.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sj3-nUjGiyI/AAAAAAAABH8/QKq5WkgfdrA/s72-c/SL731599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-3170697001510173981</id><published>2009-06-20T15:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T15:44:30.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Will Find You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was never the end of a beautiful story, it never really went away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SjyOzB-hL3I/AAAAAAAABHM/Hg5i7sGEPNw/s1600-h/Picture0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349307464764436338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SjyOzB-hL3I/AAAAAAAABHM/Hg5i7sGEPNw/s400/Picture0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, i am exceptionally happy for someone, someone super special whom i rate, beyond 100%. (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Supposedly i have something to say, but not anymore because i'm at my 90% happy mood right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Other than that, i actually missed DMIT Sentosa Outing where freesbie match will be held (favourite), water games, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me if i've waste my time sitting at home today, not participating in anyyyyy of those fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not mentioning i tried to make plans, i tried! But nevermind already? (Where the 10% of happiness slips away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Would anyone be that weird to 'nevermind' a make-up plan? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Such people do exist, darling. They do. &amp;amp; i wonder why such decisions from them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It makes my heart feel sore. Ohhhhhhh dear~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S! Thanks to Sairi for paying up for my dance shirt today&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Could i have say anything more already, it'll silent me for the next few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am gonna spend my next week in school, in the lab, doing video editting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shiver. Hunger. Headache.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SjyOywEm1gI/AAAAAAAABHE/XmcKDT9tUnY/s1600-h/P1070378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349307459958134274" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SjyOywEm1gI/AAAAAAAABHE/XmcKDT9tUnY/s400/P1070378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi Mrs Ong! I love you alot &amp;amp; promise to drop by your house for nothing at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;XOXO,N!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-3170697001510173981?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3170697001510173981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=3170697001510173981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/3170697001510173981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/3170697001510173981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-will-find-you.html' title='Love Will Find You.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SjyOzB-hL3I/AAAAAAAABHM/Hg5i7sGEPNw/s72-c/Picture0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-4082275417414802792</id><published>2009-06-18T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:32:33.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Could Escape,</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And recreate a place as my own world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sjm0tizTjaI/AAAAAAAABG8/m-SNYuGviAs/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348504727008284066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sjm0tizTjaI/AAAAAAAABG8/m-SNYuGviAs/s400/DSC00077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Good news is, my filming is all settled! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bad news is, i'll spend my next week in the cold cold lab, editting videos. Prolly camping in there for hours everyday. (laughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whats good is that i can't believe that i actually finished my DVDE assignment. The fact that i don't pay attention to lectures about camera shot angles etc, i will regret not listening to it at all, which i did, even abit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Glad that i read up about them all, after lessson from the BlackBoard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So who says lectures are all bullshits. HAHAHAHAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anywayyyyy, i've been swimming much these days around the evening &amp;amp; its good because your skin wouldn't get burnt. (laughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; godddd! Bless me alot to scrap through the bboy routine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its not because of my butt, fucking guys! *grins* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its my shoes! My shoes, my shoes, my shoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Till then. Run along now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;XOXO,N!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-4082275417414802792?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4082275417414802792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=4082275417414802792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/4082275417414802792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/4082275417414802792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-i-could-escape.html' title='If I Could Escape,'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sjm0tizTjaI/AAAAAAAABG8/m-SNYuGviAs/s72-c/DSC00077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-583945180207258808</id><published>2009-06-15T12:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:57:32.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get High Like Planes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SjXQFUlffMI/AAAAAAAABG0/uAzE8AOkC8M/s1600-h/P1070399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347408922416217282" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SjXQFUlffMI/AAAAAAAABG0/uAzE8AOkC8M/s400/P1070399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm beginning to worry about GPA &amp;amp; pondering over how people got at least a 3 for theirs. :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;According to my experiment, that much of work only gave me a 'C' grade (%$&amp;amp;^^#@!!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Only now, i'm starting to realise that its thaaaaat hard, actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing's ever easy, they say! *roll eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I would like to take this opportunity to thank Soldier for accompanying me shop yesterday &amp;amp; you bet, it was hella funnnn~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who says i'm troublesome while shopping! That is not true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;On the contrary, i've been fond of coming home late. ): Saying that its bad, it actually is because when you're in polytechnics, you're a young adult. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Also means, top uppppppppppp (!!!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate it, hate it that i wish i'd gone Junior College but you know, i have second thoughts `bout that. Never been happier being in Polytechnics despite many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SjXPoTyvbaI/AAAAAAAABGk/kfxU2DeN1Zs/s1600-h/P1070494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347408423987146146" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SjXPoTyvbaI/AAAAAAAABGk/kfxU2DeN1Zs/s400/P1070494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; i'm happy Singapore Great Sale is gonna last at 19th July, the last time i caught it in sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;=)))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll update when i have alot of things to say, that'll be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;See you around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-583945180207258808?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/583945180207258808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=583945180207258808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/583945180207258808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/583945180207258808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/get-high-like-planes.html' title='Get High Like Planes.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SjXQFUlffMI/AAAAAAAABG0/uAzE8AOkC8M/s72-c/P1070399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-3230320581472813839</id><published>2009-06-12T15:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:18:26.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Come Save You,</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Even if it means, i have to face the Queen, my darling Honey Bee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SjILC4QknoI/AAAAAAAABGM/hN_OgmlM5CI/s1600-h/DSC00140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346347851731738242" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SjILC4QknoI/AAAAAAAABGM/hN_OgmlM5CI/s320/DSC00140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SjILCn4UbWI/AAAAAAAABGE/Rfh9ATDctMQ/s1600-h/DSC00141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346347847335046498" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SjILCn4UbWI/AAAAAAAABGE/Rfh9ATDctMQ/s320/DSC00141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SjILCRMnESI/AAAAAAAABF8/sg1DUdmz75U/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346347841246138658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SjILCRMnESI/AAAAAAAABF8/sg1DUdmz75U/s320/DSC00119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SjILCIrtnlI/AAAAAAAABF0/Y8vUMLi5508/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346347838960672338" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SjILCIrtnlI/AAAAAAAABF0/Y8vUMLi5508/s320/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SjIJS7LlY2I/AAAAAAAABFs/fooKjIPJzL4/s1600-h/DSC00103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346345928370774882" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SjIJS7LlY2I/AAAAAAAABFs/fooKjIPJzL4/s320/DSC00103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SjIJSnm2cUI/AAAAAAAABFk/7oqxUCpvNFs/s1600-h/DSC00099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346345923116429634" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SjIJSnm2cUI/AAAAAAAABFk/7oqxUCpvNFs/s320/DSC00099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SjIJSbtnDJI/AAAAAAAABFc/DtcuAm2U1IA/s1600-h/DSC00093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346345919923555474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SjIJSbtnDJI/AAAAAAAABFc/DtcuAm2U1IA/s320/DSC00093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SjIJSE5KuwI/AAAAAAAABFU/jnJ-Z-0CVFY/s1600-h/DSC00089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346345913798015746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SjIJSE5KuwI/AAAAAAAABFU/jnJ-Z-0CVFY/s320/DSC00089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I thank god for giving me beautiful dreams with unexpected people though (laughs). Still, its beautiful, i wake up in the morning then, to feel just fine for the day. *blessed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; to all Chingay dancers 2009, our pay is in, bit by bit though. At least its already coming in &lt;em&gt;lah huhhh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, i wished my voice is just like.. Say, Monica from ' The Boy Is Mine ', Corinne Bailey Rae from ' Like A Star' or A Fine Frenzy from ' Almost Lover '. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;On the contrary, do watch Zee Avi on Youtube because her voice is just like an angel &amp;amp; i just kept playing the video back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SjIJR3nJx5I/AAAAAAAABFM/zi_fo4ACLfM/s1600-h/P1060846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346345910232795026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SjIJR3nJx5I/AAAAAAAABFM/zi_fo4ACLfM/s320/P1060846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, my darling honey bee, stucked where he doesn't wanna be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, my darling honey bee, now that i've saved you &amp;amp; you will be with me, we'll make our own honey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;XOXO, N. &lt;/span&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/6824142389090469748-3230320581472813839?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3230320581472813839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=3230320581472813839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/3230320581472813839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/3230320581472813839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/ill-come-save-you.html' title='I&apos;ll Come Save You,'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SjILC4QknoI/AAAAAAAABGM/hN_OgmlM5CI/s72-c/DSC00140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-6749010585362981758</id><published>2009-06-11T19:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T19:32:43.636+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stinky.'/><title type='text'>Just When I Thought I'm Good Enough For National Service.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SjDnCJTA1aI/AAAAAAAABFE/NBrf0M03SFI/s1600-h/DSC00157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346026781730198946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SjDnCJTA1aI/AAAAAAAABFE/NBrf0M03SFI/s320/DSC00157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Since the day of school, having a classmate who is in the navy from National Service, the only topic we talked to him is all about National Service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was thrilled, totally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought i'm good enough to go to National Service because ladies get highly respected when they got a rank. (laughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't, i'm telling you, i'm a lady, not good enough for National Service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whyyyyy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, i did filming at Hort Park from the above, close to Jewel Box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought i survived hiking, i can't survive filming. (!!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ants were biting us all over, its like commandos flying from above, landed on my hand &amp;amp; we girls just screamed awayyyyy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The guys just laughed &amp;amp; shaked heads. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" These girls can just be girls. Let them be. "&lt;/em&gt;, says Vinod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Can you all just stop being girls?! "&lt;/em&gt;, says Lok Hang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Ah, cannot go NS already. Go Tekong, its three times bigger. "&lt;/em&gt;, says Corporal Tian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;More pictures soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-6749010585362981758?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6749010585362981758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=6749010585362981758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-4749868948769557219</id><published>2009-06-10T13:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:03:02.084+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it applies to everything'/><title type='text'>Rest Your Hands By Your Sides.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDITED @ 6:32PM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I like it when someone talks to me even for a minute or two, just to turn my frown into a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I like it when i wake up in the morning, listening to classical musics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I like it when i learn something new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I like it when my phone looks attractive after some accessories placed on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I like it when my bestfriend text me just to brighten up my day even when i don't expect it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I like it when soldier boy treats me like i'm the only female he knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I like it when i find myself, eating only a meal per day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I like it when someone makes me teach them something i already know how to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't like if someone were to push me from the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I dislike it when someone feels that sadness stays a sadness even after i tried to cheer them up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I dislike it when someone misunderstood me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I dislike it when the weather gets so humid till the night still seems like i sleeps in an oven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't like someone who ignores one who tries to make friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I dislike it when someone questioned me too much or tries to make me explain myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't like to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't wear 3/4 jeans due to my muscular leg (muscles turns into fats when "not in use")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't speak good malay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't cry for acting purposes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't stop smiling when someone treats me nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't appear in front of people looking a little lesser than pleasant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't accept money if its a small amount that i return to you, you intend to repay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't cook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can be nice only when you deserve my kindness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can be mean when you did something ot me to lose something physical from my possession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can grow tall easily in a short period of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can play soccer/dance/swim/run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can watch movies for the whole day even if it was something i've watched before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can take care of kids &amp;amp; babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love Gossip Girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love 'Diva' accessory shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love Jamie Victoria Guna, my bestfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love it when someone piggy backs me around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love to stay in cold temperature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love HTML Codes even though it gets frustrating sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love DSLR too much i even stalked my own beloved brother, Mr Lance Corporal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love it when i get a phone call to do a performance in some hotels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate it when Soldier boy talks to me about his past, is like he still hasn't moved on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate it when someone whispers into another person's ears while looking at me. Ridiculous. Look somewhere else! You just contradict your method of telling a secret!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate it when i wake up late for an event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate it when i do not owned anything new for a long long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate it when my contact lenses get torn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate it when my bestfriend gets too whinny &amp;amp; turns into a kanchiong spider, it gives me a headache!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes its not what you think you did wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its what you did &amp;amp; how people felt about it. that leaves an impact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;For a while, or for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry isn't everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Si8_WUscc0I/AAAAAAAABE8/05XxbTYUZoo/s1600-h/P1060853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345560935456863042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Si8_WUscc0I/AAAAAAAABE8/05XxbTYUZoo/s400/P1060853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You should have known better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; now, let luck take you around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-4749868948769557219?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4749868948769557219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=4749868948769557219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/4749868948769557219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/4749868948769557219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/rest-your-hands-by-your-sides.html' title='Rest Your Hands By Your Sides.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Si8_WUscc0I/AAAAAAAABE8/05XxbTYUZoo/s72-c/P1060853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-7276920198996050492</id><published>2009-06-09T15:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:32:35.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonders of the world'/><title type='text'>Call Me Your Sugar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Words can't explain how i've loved my days any more than infinity percentage. *delighted face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anywayyyy, Mr Ong.. Mrs Ong brainwash me behind the walls, you bribe me in the open. (Laughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You guys are hilarious. Seems like everything is up to me, hehh? *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Get me out of the gameeeee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But but.. Mr Ong.. Some things can be done, even without me saying a word to her. *hinting*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Si4OX6WVqzI/AAAAAAAABE0/ar4_HLdy4W8/s1600-h/P1070211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345225611698088754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Si4OX6WVqzI/AAAAAAAABE0/ar4_HLdy4W8/s400/P1070211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Right now, i swear i'm freaking late for dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; i miss Soldier Boy soooo much. Though he can make me freaking angry at him, within minutes i just cooled down due to his 'skills' to prevent me from sulking for long. HAHAHAHAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eeeeekk! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yessss, i know this is random &amp;amp; senseless entry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll do proper for the coming ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;XOXO, N!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Si4NxwrVOsI/AAAAAAAABEs/hobroHXVQ54/s1600-h/P1070240.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-7276920198996050492?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7276920198996050492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=7276920198996050492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/7276920198996050492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/7276920198996050492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/call-me-your-sugar.html' title='Call Me Your Sugar.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Si4OX6WVqzI/AAAAAAAABE0/ar4_HLdy4W8/s72-c/P1070211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-431568721914280943</id><published>2009-06-08T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:34:51.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky To Have Stayed Where We Have Stayed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SiyR-q43LwI/AAAAAAAABEk/_lCzdHc20lM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344807363632639746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SiyR-q43LwI/AAAAAAAABEk/_lCzdHc20lM/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I see my bestie is THIS close to becoming Mrs Ong. (laughs) =DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anywayyyy, falling in love with Soldier boy was no regret. See, my luck is still directed in the path, full of wonders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm still having my wonders each day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You should be jealous much because times when i need no luck to accompany me, it still follows behind me like my shadow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever wonder when i would settle down? I've wondered enough, actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But just like what Mr Lance Corporal told me, i just have to keep mingling so that i could see alot more characters, to least keep myself updated with how jerks behave like, even if they are disguising as a good guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now tell me i'm wise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This week, i shall do much video productions outdoor with my team production. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm gonna have so much fun, you'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S : Lily &amp;amp; Ebal, Happy Birthday, you two! Thanks for the chalet. It was short but fun. (L) Good catching up with DylliMarcell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel extremely laid back to feel you, close to my bare skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-431568721914280943?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/431568721914280943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=431568721914280943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/431568721914280943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/431568721914280943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/lucky-to-have-stayed-where-we-have.html' title='Lucky To Have Stayed Where We Have Stayed.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SiyR-q43LwI/AAAAAAAABEk/_lCzdHc20lM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-3414370929121460909</id><published>2009-06-05T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:43:03.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed.'/><title type='text'>Take This Time To Explain Myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm realising that SDZ members are slowly keep track of what i've said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lemme explain my thoughts, i meant no harm nor critisizing. Not even abit, excuse me. -________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I might know nothing but if ever someone (not me) can afford to say that they think you guys arent working as one, it must have been someone in the group who felt so. Then something is quite wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't understand, you could just take this time to improve but instead, you're taking it as an insult. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whats more, its coming from me, someone who never would say such things about dancers when i am one. Ridiculous of me, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have my reasons for all this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Sha,&lt;/strong&gt; if you're trying to be sarcastic, with those smiles, come on. I think i'd prefer you to be honest to disagree of whatever i've said than being fake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Besides, i wanted to disagree to whatever you said because if you read carefully, that phrase 'baby steps' don't come from me. For your infomation, baby steps means introduction to dance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm proving a point that i meant no insult, &amp;amp; that you all, are wrong to judge me like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whats the point of going against 'newbies' anywayyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It don't make a single bit of difference in SDZ. Tskkk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*roll eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thats all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-3414370929121460909?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3414370929121460909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=3414370929121460909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/3414370929121460909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/3414370929121460909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/take-this-time-to-explain-myself.html' title='Take This Time To Explain Myself.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-4386033601042224976</id><published>2009-06-04T15:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:14:43.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness.'/><title type='text'>When People Say Hardwork Pays Off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SidzRpPg_JI/AAAAAAAABEc/U0evVIvI2Ec/s1600-h/bukhari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343366229864283282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SidzRpPg_JI/AAAAAAAABEc/U0evVIvI2Ec/s400/bukhari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it awesome?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I spent fucking 11hrs yesterday on photoshop! (since 12pm right after i reached home till the time i sleep.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; drags till this afternoon &amp;amp; finally, its done now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I even sacrificed my Gossip Girl the whole of yesterday, not even a glance at it. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;All the tensions, the stress, the fact that i was so setback till i can't even understand simple things you people told me yesterday~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-____________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm a winner nowwwww!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;=DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;XOXO,N!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-4386033601042224976?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4386033601042224976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=4386033601042224976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/4386033601042224976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/4386033601042224976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-people-say-hardwork-pays-off.html' title='When People Say Hardwork Pays Off.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SidzRpPg_JI/AAAAAAAABEc/U0evVIvI2Ec/s72-c/bukhari.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-1515216061993775448</id><published>2009-06-03T10:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:25:15.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed.'/><title type='text'>Knock Me Down, I Just Have To Keep Backing Up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Troubles with my DVDE assignment, i'd never thought of the fact that, a landscape idea could not be easily converted into a portrait piece. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Will i get help for this? Somebody talk to me, pleaseeeee? Someone with a listening ear &amp;amp; a good brain with extremely alot of patience &amp;amp; time for me to speak, &amp;amp; you to help me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;For your info, this is urgent. &amp;amp; i'm depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, the 'supposedly performing for Circle Line' is over isn't it. Screwed plan. (laughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Few performances for me is coming up, i can't wait to start!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A few shall be contributed to doing guest performing for Greenridge Secondary School, one show for some company's special event in Oriental Hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep me strong, keep me down to earth because excitement boost confidence &amp;amp; over-confidence shall make one look extremely annoying &amp;amp; dumb, agree? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last but not least, hello SDZ member! You step into my blog! (giggles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-1515216061993775448?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1515216061993775448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=1515216061993775448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/1515216061993775448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/1515216061993775448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/knock-me-down-i-just-have-to-keep.html' title='Knock Me Down, I Just Have To Keep Backing Up.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-4496187759785441043</id><published>2009-06-02T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:41:48.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dissapointed.'/><title type='text'>Long Pause, No Answer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Exceptionally weak today or should i count in a little bit of truth, which is, i felt lazy to wake up at 7am. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Been working on photoshop all night, i truly regret doing so because i was swinging my way home due to extremely heavy headache after playing badminton &amp;amp; netball with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adon Flashboy Bambam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; you know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He's a loserrrrr! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SiUowUOCP-I/AAAAAAAABEM/bVeifZsOGDY/s1600-h/P1070266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342721343471370210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SiUowUOCP-I/AAAAAAAABEM/bVeifZsOGDY/s400/P1070266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Come to agree that looks isn't any accurate to judge someone, though. O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anywayyyyy, i seriously think SP Dance aren't a good family. Look at them, just look &amp;amp; don't speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Perhaps i'm wrong because i haven't seen more of them 'like a family', but i absolutely can't stand it when some says that we should open up our movement when they themselves don't do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So what if a showcase is just a little dumb show, is that the way it is suppose to be thought of when newbies are looking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've talked too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yessss, i'm at no position to say such things but admit to me that whatever i just said isn't true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Prove me wrong. Possible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I really wanna dance, very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;XOXO, N!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-4496187759785441043?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4496187759785441043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=4496187759785441043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/4496187759785441043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/4496187759785441043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/long-pause-no-answer.html' title='Long Pause, No Answer.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SiUowUOCP-I/AAAAAAAABEM/bVeifZsOGDY/s72-c/P1070266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-1894687414391296285</id><published>2009-06-01T11:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T12:37:21.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blissful'/><title type='text'>Cause We Had It, We Was Magic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SiNVDeotX8I/AAAAAAAABEE/Vrj6mIJ710s/s1600-h/P1070238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342207101243318210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SiNVDeotX8I/AAAAAAAABEE/Vrj6mIJ710s/s400/P1070238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey everyoneeee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My whole of last weekend was plainly doing photography.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; one thing that you all should know, if my bestfriend happens to tag my tagboard, the only truth is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;MY PHOTOGRAPHY SKILLS IS WAYYYYY BETTER THAN JAMIE V.G! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anywayyyy, i truly love DSLR camera like crazy that even when i'm extremely tired due to doing photography with Mr Lance Corporal for my DVDE assignment, i still did photography with my bestfriend, Jamie, on saturday all around Raffles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Adding on, i did photography with Soldier boy on sunday. (Phewwww!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Crazy much? You know itttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just can't help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; Like when you have the extra time to hold on to DSLR for 2 extra days, why let the chance slip when you can use it for other purposes besides assignment, rightttt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I had serious big fat fun last weekend &amp;amp; photography is just one of the happiness you can give to me. (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;=DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SiNQlyZON1I/AAAAAAAABD0/Vu9ntvbTUH8/s1600-h/P1070023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342202193104484178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SiNQlyZON1I/AAAAAAAABD0/Vu9ntvbTUH8/s400/P1070023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My dearest Lance Corporal, Bukhari from Maju Camp! (Laughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Upgrading to become a Corporal soon, he still has got 4 more months from now to ORD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Besides being an asshole &amp;amp; a sickening sweettalker, he is good-looking, cute, cares alot for my health because he works as a nurse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; i cannot thank him enough for accompanying me till Marina Bay to bounce back into the Red Line, for looking like an idiot when being my model for my DVDE assignment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My whole friday, excluding the morning because i was having lessons in school, was spent with him &amp;amp; he takes care of me to the best of his ability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;" Corporal, i still insist you get rid of those girls because they're too sickening to be worth it. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; he told me he will, because he don't like this game already. (Laughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;How cuteeeee. Anywayyyy, he is currently having a little bit problem with his health, thus i wish him a fast recovery. *kisses*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342202187405012754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SiNQldKXLxI/AAAAAAAABDk/sriNh3mHsSM/s400/P1070309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, saturday was photography with bestie, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I would wanna swear this because the only fact is, my photography skills is simply better than hers. (Laughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*roll eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We had lots of fun laughing at each other's stupidity, awed by own photography skill with an almost unbearable statement to hear which actually, was praising our own skills, its hilarious to the maximum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SiNQlvRvClI/AAAAAAAABDs/-hEvXldlg84/s1600-h/P1070343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342202192267774546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SiNQlvRvClI/AAAAAAAABDs/-hEvXldlg84/s400/P1070343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amazed much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I took it! I'm in the school of Digital Media &amp;amp; Infocomm technology &amp;amp; enrolled in my extremely cool but tiring course, Diploma In Digital Mediaaaaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;=DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SiNQk4rvkXI/AAAAAAAABDc/iiNDN6pk1Aw/s1600-h/P1070408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342202177612910962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SiNQk4rvkXI/AAAAAAAABDc/iiNDN6pk1Aw/s400/P1070408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;More pictures can be found in my Facebook &amp;amp; like i've told you a thousand times, get an account to stalk me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You know you love me. (Extracted from Gossip Girl. HAHAHAHAH.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;XOXO,N!&lt;/span&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/6824142389090469748-1894687414391296285?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1894687414391296285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=1894687414391296285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/1894687414391296285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/1894687414391296285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/06/cause-we-had-it-we-was-magic.html' title='Cause We Had It, We Was Magic.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SiNVDeotX8I/AAAAAAAABEE/Vrj6mIJ710s/s72-c/P1070238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-4069153886095344086</id><published>2009-05-30T10:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T11:57:00.294+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exhilarated.'/><title type='text'>Every Rule I Had Me Breaking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SiCp-MdToEI/AAAAAAAABDU/0bKX-sqhEfg/s1600-h/lovelyyy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341456044022538306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 412px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SiCp-MdToEI/AAAAAAAABDU/0bKX-sqhEfg/s400/lovelyyy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, after much dreadful complaining about my worries, i'm finally done with my photoshoot for DVDE. (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I couldn't thank Mr Lance Corporal enough because he sacrifice his handsome suit to be an idiot for my photoshoot. Initially, that wasn't the plan. But then again, it worked out well enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thus, its a new chapter where i'm gna worry much about photoshop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-__________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, i planned to asked my bestfriend (Jamie) out to add colours to her Saturday. I still feel the tiredness from yesterday's whole day photoshoot with Mr L.C, but when its something that you love to do, you wouldn't mind doing so, its like whatever it takes, isn't it? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd thoought of meeting up with Soldier boy but he's.. *shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know, well let it be. I'd missed him alottttt!   =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, i was telling Mr L.C something when we walked along Orchard Road last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;SINGAPORE GREAT SALEEEEEE! (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Exactly. &amp;amp; being broke right now, isn't a good thing. At all. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You have no idea how it feels, not to have new clothes, new accessories, new items on you. Its depressing much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" So its that why you are happy tonight? I'm gonna get you an ice cream then. "&lt;/em&gt;, says Mr L.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He can be that random just to add on to your flavor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently, i'm not getting a good internet connection, back here in my room. Thus photoshoot later is gonna mean that i'm carrying an extra 2.5kg of weight on me instead of just my DSLR. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not to forget, i can't sleep on saturday night which is today, to finish up my Web Publishing assignment, due on sunday midnight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What a threat, just what a threat. I'm gonna be exhausted any minute i wouldn't know, just keep me strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Most importantly, keep me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; i will, because i just got myself Gossip Girl Season II. (!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;=DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Before i forget, i still have Kak wid's photoshoot with her national soccer player boyfriend, Afiq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll be alright, you know i'll be alright..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;XOXO, N!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-4069153886095344086?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4069153886095344086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=4069153886095344086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/4069153886095344086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/4069153886095344086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/every-rule-i-had-me-breaking.html' title='Every Rule I Had Me Breaking.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SiCp-MdToEI/AAAAAAAABDU/0bKX-sqhEfg/s72-c/lovelyyy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-8833421076260086648</id><published>2009-05-29T00:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:15:45.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Overwhelmed.'/><title type='text'>Blowing Up My Mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alrighttttt, before anything, i would like to let you know, that this is my new blogskin. (Laughs!) I'm sucha sucker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-_______-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It looks abit a little bit weird somewhere, or perhaps the colors? I'll figure that out soon. &amp;amp; basically, i changed too many codes while trying to beautify the previous skin, making it more vibrant &amp;amp; lively in a way, i end up damaging it &amp;amp; never retrieved it back. One portion of a code really kills it all, you gotta learn that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nevermind that already. Its currently 1am right now &amp;amp; apparently i'm still awake due to my procrastination. Its really bad if you wanna know why, because i know it so damn well its happening to me all the time! (Phewww!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Got some script writing to get over &amp;amp; done with but.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't you feel its dreadful when most of your modules require you to make a story? :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Of course filming is all about stories but.. The idea of perfection refrains me from typing a story away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm still on a blank sheet. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Talking the brighter side of my day, soldier boy sent me home today! (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He is too much of a sweetheart &amp;amp; he doesn't need a handsome suit to impress me, i'm already growing fonder of him each time he melts my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm getting so mushy alr. Pffftt. *roll eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Adding on, he'd rather carry my bagpack, my camera &amp;amp; my marking board instead of carrying me. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thats because he doesn't want me to be a lazy person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Fine fineeeee, i've had more than 3 people calling me a pig. Soldier, you wanna be part of them too? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My gawdddd, depressing! But he's extremely sweeeeetttt. &amp;amp; sickening too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then again, i don't care! (((((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow is gonna be my photography shoots for Digital Visual Design assignment, &amp;amp; thanks to Lance Corporal for wanting to accompany me. Since soldier boy can't make it there for me, NS is soooo irritating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Enough ranting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm gonna rush through my script.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pardon me, this is sucha a lame &amp;amp; boring post. Gotta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340921159698229314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sh7Df1EuKEI/AAAAAAAABDE/Qw147nAXGU8/s400/P1060758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;XOXO, N!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-8833421076260086648?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8833421076260086648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=8833421076260086648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/8833421076260086648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/8833421076260086648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/blowing-up-my-mind.html' title='Blowing Up My Mind.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sh7Df1EuKEI/AAAAAAAABDE/Qw147nAXGU8/s72-c/P1060758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-1439316024631562953</id><published>2009-05-26T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:30:28.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tensed'/><title type='text'>Work In Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Shumc1yVJkI/AAAAAAAABC8/nXa7vS3bWrQ/s1600-h/DSC01735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340044797582583362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Shumc1yVJkI/AAAAAAAABC8/nXa7vS3bWrQ/s400/DSC01735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss my long fringe, oh dear. &lt;/em&gt;*feeling blue*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is the day where i'm gonna sit down &amp;amp; rescheduled &amp;amp; rearranged my schedule into a more convenient one. Damn, i'm kinda stressed up when i think of, datelines that i'm suppose to chase. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;God, give me strength &amp;amp; BRAINNNNNNNNN. I need a good brain now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;For me to remember each time i visit here, i'm gonna take note of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;WEDNESDAY- Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;THURSDAY- DMIT Meeting &amp;amp; claim camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;FRIDAY - Hand up Script writing assignment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;SATURDAY- Photoshoot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;All the best to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-1439316024631562953?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1439316024631562953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=1439316024631562953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/1439316024631562953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/1439316024631562953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/work-in-progress.html' title='Work In Progress'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Shumc1yVJkI/AAAAAAAABC8/nXa7vS3bWrQ/s72-c/DSC01735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-5696784383268101354</id><published>2009-05-25T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:59:56.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/ShoVzpiWNwI/AAAAAAAABC0/Yt9hDNcbOs4/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339604285268571906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/ShoVzpiWNwI/AAAAAAAABC0/Yt9hDNcbOs4/s400/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;That photo? When i was fifteen. So active in performing for companies' big events, people's birthday, etc. Missing that. Don't talk about money, but if you ask me, wellllll~ Good pay. (laughs!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My days have been revolving around my soldier boy. My apologies for being too 'soldier here, soldier there' but what have you got to deny that soldiers are extremely hottttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've got nothing to say though, actually. But you should know, i'm gonna resume my running habit again! Starting today, after school, on the tracks. 20 rounds maybe? Hey, i am capable of that, suckers. Don't look down on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*roll eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; its been quite sometime since i last danced but this coming wednesday like 2 days after today, they''ll be audition for SP Dance, i think. Or is it just HipHop class but i'm thrilled. Bring me down to earth, i didn't even for one second raise my nose in the air. I know who i am &amp;amp; where i stand. I'm not the best, but i'm good in my own ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; who says only guys can breakdance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;For one minute, i thought, what is so thrilling that i chose to join the Bboy class last week? =O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Either you're sexist or... Just too stucked up. So, shoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Somebody, tell me where to download Gossip Girl's episodes? Cause thats the only thing that keeps me awake for long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; soldier boy is off to jungle. AGAIN. -__________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-5696784383268101354?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5696784383268101354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=5696784383268101354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/5696784383268101354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/5696784383268101354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/playing-simple.html' title='Playing Simple'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/ShoVzpiWNwI/AAAAAAAABC0/Yt9hDNcbOs4/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-5232260500318086791</id><published>2009-05-22T12:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T12:18:39.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distracted'/><title type='text'>Exclusive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey everyoneeeee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My soldier boy is back? (laughs) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sweeter as ever, has got the cheek to give me a surprise that is almost invincible to locate. Sickening dude. *roll eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is not a gossiping day, but even if i do, i never got myself into trouble. Because its not proven unless your name is written, right? *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So anywayyyy, some normal updates for you first. I'm currently so stucked up with Adobe Dreamweaver CS4 (hot stuff!), &amp;amp; i have too many distractions with me but mind you, its some important distractions like handphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It can never stay in my bag for long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is boring stuff, enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So soldier boy is talking to me about (L)? *eyebrow goes up &amp;amp; down* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you all think? Looks or heart? Perhaps both? But if someone lack in one of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Take it? Leave it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Weeeeeeeeeeellllll, i'm hanging this, leaving it in the air, because i'd got no answer for this. We'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-5232260500318086791?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5232260500318086791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=5232260500318086791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/5232260500318086791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/5232260500318086791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/exclusive.html' title='Exclusive.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-8790849210694235969</id><published>2009-05-21T12:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T12:26:12.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Say A Little Prayer For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/ShTT-t7iV2I/AAAAAAAABCs/Zbq_TVvSFPs/s1600-h/Picture0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338124532775540578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/ShTT-t7iV2I/AAAAAAAABCs/Zbq_TVvSFPs/s400/Picture0030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I start off my day by feeling extremely exhausted due to recent constant visit to Sports Club. Its really meant for active people who couldn't sit still at all. Thats for you, you should have realised it earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; what felt like heaven is that, i wake up to hear the sound of classical. *tsktsktsk!* Wonderful, beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't go to school today, for your information. Besides the dreadful video shootings all thurdays, doubt i can stay happy all day thursday. I'll get moody after 3pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-_______-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tiringgggg! Dreadful! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;As you all know that today is a thursday, Soldier is back tomorrow for meeeee! =DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is funny. Me &amp;amp; Mr Soldier, we don't know each other much. Then again, it doesn't seem to matter. Ain't that sweet? &amp;amp; &amp;amp; he knows me by the face, but i don't! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;That always happens to me. This also shows that i don't always make the first move in making friends. (laughs) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, i do, sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He'll be back. he'll be back. But boy i'm sorry that i've been wanting him too much while he's in the jungle. (giggles) Constant entertaiment &lt;em&gt;lohhh&lt;/em&gt; that man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My other soldier aka Lance Corporal in Maju Camp? HAHAHAHAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He's always being an ass, that i no longer wanna disturb him much. He is left with 4 more months, he said? =)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Beloved beloved beloved brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;" You say you'll pay for my ticket to catch dikir barat hor! Love you. Now go eat more grass patch in camp. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/ShTTzKzWEEI/AAAAAAAABCk/eTUXoBwYkYc/s1600-h/anim_abc7cf66-5d12-9894-159f-64991bb44e91.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338124334367379522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/ShTTzKzWEEI/AAAAAAAABCk/eTUXoBwYkYc/s400/anim_abc7cf66-5d12-9894-159f-64991bb44e91.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, this is for Mr MatRep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Its funny how you go bonkers due to some little hiccups for you currently. Oops! But then, there's nothing wrong with you. &amp;amp; i've told you, only you could change it. So change it to suit everyone. I know, at times, you're a little &lt;em&gt;tak betol &lt;/em&gt;in the brain (laughs), but if such changes are not wrong, let it be. Then they'll suit themselves to your change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Back to square one, ain't it? Feel better now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;XOXO, Miss Piggy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(because of you, i accept that nickname, you understand asshole? Grrr~ )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm beginning to love XOXO Exclusive. Thanks to Gossip Girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What a life, full of roses. May this last, for as long as it could because i've been a good girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-8790849210694235969?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8790849210694235969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=8790849210694235969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/8790849210694235969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/8790849210694235969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-say-little-prayer-for-you.html' title='I Say A Little Prayer For You'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/ShTT-t7iV2I/AAAAAAAABCs/Zbq_TVvSFPs/s72-c/Picture0030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-7358523611984452957</id><published>2009-05-20T17:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:50:34.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exclusive'/><title type='text'>Exclusive. Rich. Sweet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Spotted in Singapore Polytechnics. Now ranging above 16yrs old on the whole, talking `bout maturity? Nayyy, don't talk about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause if you're hitting on your acquaintances, save your saliva &amp;amp; just stop it. Totally not appreciated, because if you think you're making others as your fishes, you'll be a sushi one day, believe me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; if you wanna be real, be a friend. A NORMAL friend, or not at least be nice. Too much to ask for? Jolly well bugger off or wait for your cook to make you into a sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll get hit back, you'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm too ambitious? Too ' no actions, just words '? This are only meant for words, cause if you want actions, sorry. I can't demonstrate. I had my ass clean, &amp;amp; will always be clean.&lt;br /&gt;Now what? Made me one of your fishes? If it makes you happy la huhhh. Whatever la huhh. Good day la huhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;*roll eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;XOXO, Exclusive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-7358523611984452957?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7358523611984452957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=7358523611984452957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/7358523611984452957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/7358523611984452957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/exclusive-rich-sweet.html' title='Exclusive. Rich. Sweet.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-5575700746926103120</id><published>2009-05-19T09:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:43:28.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Do Right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/ShILSAoSmBI/AAAAAAAABCY/dJ1fxyt7O_g/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337340912422000658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/ShILSAoSmBI/AAAAAAAABCY/dJ1fxyt7O_g/s400/cats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, i'm gonna do for SP's dance audition &amp;amp; according to bff, she says, the choreo is like audition for babies. (laughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesssss, she is evil. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nevertheless, the important thing is still, being humble. I shan't talk much later, i'll do with those 'baby steps'. Who knows who is behind it? *shrugs* Just do with it, lets do with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Web publishing, web publishing, web publishing also means more codes, more codes &amp;amp; more codes.  -_____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now that you've heard my trouble, help me someone, pleaseeee? Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anywayyyyy, this morning @ 7:30am, my Soldier went into the jungle &amp;amp; would only be back on friday. ))):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He made a promise, to come home as fast as he could *roll eyes*, &amp;amp; bringing me to cousin's house the next day. (Jumps for joy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;How sweet of him to throw in a bunch of words through my email, my MSN, my handphone, my Facebook. That makes it like he promised me everywhere! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Come home soon, come home soon, come home soonnnnnnn~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/ShIK4QiFEQI/AAAAAAAABCI/7sM-4Nia_7k/s1600-h/Jim+Beam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337340470014316802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/ShIK4QiFEQI/AAAAAAAABCI/7sM-4Nia_7k/s400/Jim+Beam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Should you have wonder, what do you think is my choice? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;=DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its on Friday, June 19th @ dbl O. How honoured i am to be invited. I'm exciteddddd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So i'm saving all my love for you. *misses*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;What's man to do, when he's loving two. He don't wanna lie, but he can't tell the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;: tell you what, listen to your heart. One has to lose out, don't be too sorry, you don't want to lie, do you? One would appreciate your whole-heartedness to love. That's from me to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-5575700746926103120?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5575700746926103120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=5575700746926103120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/5575700746926103120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/5575700746926103120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wanna-do-right.html' title='I Wanna Do Right.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/ShILSAoSmBI/AAAAAAAABCY/dJ1fxyt7O_g/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-6962211856584138150</id><published>2009-05-17T14:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:18:47.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misses.'/><title type='text'>Against All Odds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A few stolen moments, is all that we share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But no other man's gonna do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd rather be home feeling blue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But thats just an old fantasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Come home fast, young man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-6962211856584138150?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6962211856584138150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=6962211856584138150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/6962211856584138150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/6962211856584138150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/against-all-odds.html' title='Against All Odds'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-8966939362670666214</id><published>2009-05-16T14:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:34:58.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Always Find My Way Back Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sg5jFlZfwjI/AAAAAAAABB4/aVI-Ds8ssIE/s1600-h/Nadegenerous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336311556070162994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sg5jFlZfwjI/AAAAAAAABB4/aVI-Ds8ssIE/s400/Nadegenerous.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sooner or later, your senses will come back real. You'll start thinking if whatever you did looks good on you, or the otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because you know that everything shall happen for a reason, i want to know why such commotion happens over there at my tagboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sick, isn't it? Whats their problem, really? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Since it makes no sense to me why that is happening, &amp;amp; this dude is constantly coming back to my tagboard to spit another few sentences, what deal is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Explanation! Evidence! Solid form of evidences! That dude can't get all that, i'm sure of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;" Excuse me, you over there. Doing such stupid deeds for a friend, you're making yourself look bad? Do you know what you're doing? Is this something new to you? My goddd you're pathetic! Damn your friend, man! You know those matrep/minah talking with me don't work. BECAUSE I DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND WHAT THAT MEANS! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;PERIOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, breaking session yesterday was somehow awesome. Apart from a 2-hour-chasing-after-the-little-bboy-deal which always is gonna happen! I come to realise that, i can do those things better if i would wna do that more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn all those laziness of mine in the past. How i pledge to come for breaking session but ended up breaking it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(laughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday was benefitial, though i got sleepy at the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Despite hurting my right wrist which i didn't make use of, at all, breaking session has never been dreadful to me. Its the only time where i see myself pushing myself harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; academic wise, i have yet to get around that audacity music software. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not that it is tough to use, but i get agitated each time some things get caught up &amp;amp; its all work done by my fingers, i just wanna beat it so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;As for photography, i was wondering if i could borrow my cousin a DSLR? (Shikin, if ya're reading this.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But on the whole, school is still rocking like its first day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;=DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna shop so bad already! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When i thought you're just another someone i would say hello to, you prove to me that you're definitely more than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-8966939362670666214?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8966939362670666214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=8966939362670666214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/8966939362670666214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/8966939362670666214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/ill-always-find-my-way-back-home.html' title='I&apos;ll Always Find My Way Back Home'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sg5jFlZfwjI/AAAAAAAABB4/aVI-Ds8ssIE/s72-c/Nadegenerous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-7375001253107932723</id><published>2009-05-14T14:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:07:21.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moody'/><title type='text'>I Feel Your Whisper.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SguzsXA4X8I/AAAAAAAABBw/9Oaam11gZmE/s1600-h/DSC01641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335555758223810498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SguzsXA4X8I/AAAAAAAABBw/9Oaam11gZmE/s400/DSC01641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ask me what i want, tell me what i need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ask me if you're nice, tell me if i'm sulking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Help me, help me, help me. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So many friends i could turn to, so many new friends i could ask about their hobbies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So many words i can say to make you smile, only one sentence i could take, to make my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm neither in dilemma nor in big trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just wanna know myself now, what am i thinking, what am i craving for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me, make me ease, make me feel comfortable with you, you'll know it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You you you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-7375001253107932723?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7375001253107932723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=7375001253107932723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/7375001253107932723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/7375001253107932723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-feel-your-whisper.html' title='I Feel Your Whisper.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SguzsXA4X8I/AAAAAAAABBw/9Oaam11gZmE/s72-c/DSC01641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-6037958464155906685</id><published>2009-05-12T17:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:34:54.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blissful'/><title type='text'>Unstoppable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SglBHYtP4QI/AAAAAAAABBo/OUh2WN9B70A/s1600-h/Picture0003_(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334866828744188162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SglBHYtP4QI/AAAAAAAABBo/OUh2WN9B70A/s400/Picture0003_(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey everyone~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to agree so much that hate tagging is boringgggg~ -_____- &amp;amp; if you're guilty as charged, i'm more of less enough to be dumb-founded. As you know, i have no idea why some people don't mind hate tagging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Tak memuaskan sey kacau-kacau orang tak tentu pasal. &lt;/em&gt;", means it makes absolutely no sense at all (!!!!) to interupt into people's tagboard.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(blerghhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anywayyyyy stopping hate tags are just like stopping downloaders, to download whatever entertainment they need, supposedly illegal. ( I'm obssessed with copyright laws. Sorry.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah! Adding on more to that, it is indeed the same cause downloading whatever you want for your entertainment, its fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just like hate tagging. Unfortunately, i have yet to understand the fun of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SglBHdm-CeI/AAAAAAAABBg/vssxWdBEkuQ/s1600-h/Picture0004_(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334866830060030434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SglBHdm-CeI/AAAAAAAABBg/vssxWdBEkuQ/s400/Picture0004_(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Apparently, it is not true that i'm absolutely awesome in dancing. I just happen to do, perhaps, fairly awesome. Then again, nothing is the best when there is sure to have someone better. *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Guess who i met yesterday? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;=DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My bestfriend, Jamie! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The most awesome girl who understands me in &amp;amp; out. *gives the whatever face* (laughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Poor her, the fact that she is so open which putting into simple term, too sexy (!!!), she was being disturbed by the guys from Sports Club. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Screaming &amp;amp; yelling like a mad woman, i couldn't do much because i was down with pressure with Critical Thinking Skills presentation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Check out my topic ; Programmers are not to be blame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Interesting? My mother's foot! But indeed, it somehow makes me happy that i know something all of you barely understands. I finally cleared the gushing of assignments for this week (AGAIN). I'm proudddddd, i'm proud much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SglBHGLbK6I/AAAAAAAABBY/2-xvb0tZMnI/s1600-h/Picture0005_(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334866823770483618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SglBHGLbK6I/AAAAAAAABBY/2-xvb0tZMnI/s400/Picture0005_(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All this definitely not possible without the presence of :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Facebook, &lt;/strong&gt;releases your tension when its like half of SP-ians are found there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Insan, &lt;/strong&gt;yet to be a Lance Corporal but currently, not seeing that coming at all? HAHAHAHAHA. But he is an awesome great help to my assignment. Endless thank you to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Jamie, &lt;/strong&gt;my loveliest woman ever who decided to find me even at the last minute of evening, stayed with me till i partly finishes my assignments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Rina Phelia Yasin Khaz Imah&lt;/strong&gt;, bunch of jokers as one who basically laugh their nights off beside me while i'm on the phone with Insan. Without them, there might actually be no Jamie i suppose, their presence are greatly important there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Bam Bam&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;jantan paling mak nenek&lt;/em&gt;, offers bubble gum on the way home at night yesterday &amp;amp; also, on the MSN, on the phone, sharing &amp;amp; throwing frustrations at each other. Funny much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Didn't i told you i've been enjoying myself much? Hoping that this stays for long, cause i think this is heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;=DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S : I think In.Rock is an absolute funshine, don't you think, funshine? You're my angel! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-6037958464155906685?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6037958464155906685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=6037958464155906685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/6037958464155906685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/6037958464155906685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/unstoppable.html' title='Unstoppable'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SglBHYtP4QI/AAAAAAAABBo/OUh2WN9B70A/s72-c/Picture0003_(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-7573572233616799834</id><published>2009-05-10T11:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:04:14.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Good To Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SgZNwQul0NI/AAAAAAAABBQ/ME61vEJXnaw/s1600-h/2899_74941837225_547972225_1627006_6058872_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334036300186374354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SgZNwQul0NI/AAAAAAAABBQ/ME61vEJXnaw/s400/2899_74941837225_547972225_1627006_6058872_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its a lonely road to travel &amp;amp; a heavy load to bare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Have i told you that i ain't no jellyfish? Cause its proven when i got my legs on a 15year old boy by his neck, down at where i wanted him to be. Idolising or stalking someone is much more acceptable than lying about your identity, pretending to be someone else. I tell you, it felt so good to be mean to someone like that, i just did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What more with a help of my favourite Mr Lance Corporal, its a good game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Had enough shame, little boy? Pass your O's first. You just proved to me `bout your stupidity, as much as i don't wanna think like a meanie. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;=DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Right, so now, its just another week of rushing assignments. Those just come flushing every week &amp;amp; all i need is enough strength. But i'm so concerned about my weight. -____- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Insan's gna preach on me if he know about this. Haha!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who wouldn't, right? I do not only handle with one health issue, i've got more, just for me to know, for you to ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll be fineeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The way life it is for me right now, its brilliant in all ways. Hoping that it'll never fade away, i'll work on it to maintain, because i've never had sucha longgggg happy week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; the highlight for this week is, &lt;strong&gt;I SCORED A GOAL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Soccer is stress-free, i shall admit it now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I admit i'm still on it too, was it too special?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But i'm so sorry girl, cause he's yours, i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-7573572233616799834?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7573572233616799834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=7573572233616799834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/7573572233616799834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/7573572233616799834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/be-good-to-me.html' title='Be Good To Me.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SgZNwQul0NI/AAAAAAAABBQ/ME61vEJXnaw/s72-c/2899_74941837225_547972225_1627006_6058872_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-1423729373494353667</id><published>2009-05-09T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T16:47:40.901+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pondering.'/><title type='text'>Something So Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When i think of what i've had, my mind really went lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't help to put a break down, i didn't cry. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So beautiful, but its just a story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;That day was its present, now its a past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-1423729373494353667?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-1787361682054087514</id><published>2009-05-06T17:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:38:25.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contented'/><title type='text'>Served On My Platter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SgFSxJx9jqI/AAAAAAAABA4/gZPDwqddjvY/s1600-h/Picture0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332634438175919778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SgFSxJx9jqI/AAAAAAAABA4/gZPDwqddjvY/s400/Picture0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SgFSw8yvw2I/AAAAAAAABAw/A6h-GcRVL0w/s1600-h/Picture0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332634434689549154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SgFSw8yvw2I/AAAAAAAABAw/A6h-GcRVL0w/s400/Picture0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sexually, mentally, physically &amp;amp; emotionally. I'll be like your medicine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stressing on something supposedly not worth a thought for, i love my hair. (laughs) Pardon. &lt;em&gt;Eeeeeekkk!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You know, sometimes i wonder what i'm worth for. I know right, this is really like on a personal note. But take a good look around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you see the 'less attractive' people getting the same treatment as those who got looks? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What got me thinking about this when i realise that i've been disturbing people for nothing at all. Yessss, guilty as charged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whats more, a friend talks to me about handsome suit, you heard? Really, looks matters alot huh? Somewhat thats sad but true, indeed. I confirmed that it has nothing to do with human instinct. (sigh) It got me thinking for quite some time today, that i think i'm left with no words to illustrate further about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I should stop this nonsense about joining people, "disturbing" others. I promise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Does going with the flow means associating, also? Man, this is hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Also, perhaps after today, you might wanna ask me, what is my CCA? To be honest, without CCA alone has gotten be busy &lt;strong&gt;enough&lt;/strong&gt;. Then again, everyone is buzzing about CCA points which got me coming to a conclusion that having one CCA is a wise thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Speaking of the devil, i'm so excited to see Sheik Haikel, Ashley Goh &amp;amp; Mazlan in SP showcasing dance. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Should, should not, join the SP dance family. *wonders* But you know, its definitely important to enjoy what you're about to commit to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Adding on, i'm not fat. Just seriously &lt;strong&gt;bloated! &lt;/strong&gt;My body shape stays but my stomach is bloated. Now that got me thinking that i'm fat because it looks very unsightly when i have my clothes on. Sit ups helps. Really. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm gna fast tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-1787361682054087514?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1787361682054087514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=1787361682054087514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/1787361682054087514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/1787361682054087514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/served-on-my-platter.html' title='Served On My Platter'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SgFSxJx9jqI/AAAAAAAABA4/gZPDwqddjvY/s72-c/Picture0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-7299003724294986785</id><published>2009-05-05T10:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:57:35.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eggcited.'/><title type='text'>Love Conquers All, You Think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Didn't you know that i've grown to extremely love weddings? =DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, you'll know why. I think. (laughs) Well, its picture blog over here, today. &amp;amp; of course, DSLR in my hand, 180 pics are placed in my FB, just this wedding event alone. Didn't i told you to get an account?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now you know why. Cause boyyyyy ya're losing out alotttttt on my current affairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;*winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;PICTURE BLOG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sf_tfgRwcOI/AAAAAAAABAo/eXYIjkrsWtI/s1600-h/MG-5394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332241609326096610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sf_tfgRwcOI/AAAAAAAABAo/eXYIjkrsWtI/s400/MG-5394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I cut my fringe shorter because is covering my eyes &amp;amp; its irritating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So.. Now my fringe is above my eyes &amp;amp; below my eyebrows, one word. GORGEOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It doesn't matter anyway, does it?  -__________-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sf_scCQ9UTI/AAAAAAAABAg/L63_A2zLhRk/s1600-h/MG-5404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332240450218447154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sf_scCQ9UTI/AAAAAAAABAg/L63_A2zLhRk/s400/MG-5404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alright alright, i'm gna show you why i love wedding soooooooo much. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This current wedding event, well.. To me, its pretty much tradisional but at the same time, atmosphere is kinda lively &amp;amp; it actually put a wide smile on my face. I was asked to be a 'kendarat', one who picks up your empty plates after you salivate the delicacy of those buffets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Am i even explaining?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-________-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sf_sb1A3C4I/AAAAAAAABAY/2CDchvK0ic4/s1600-h/MG-5207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332240446661266306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sf_sb1A3C4I/AAAAAAAABAY/2CDchvK0ic4/s400/MG-5207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sf_sblX7rMI/AAAAAAAABAQ/N8RdJaW4jl8/s1600-h/MG-5236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332240442463071426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sf_sblX7rMI/AAAAAAAABAQ/N8RdJaW4jl8/s400/MG-5236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sf_r3C7fXqI/AAAAAAAABAI/zzjvylu83Hw/s1600-h/MG-5166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332239814741679778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sf_r3C7fXqI/AAAAAAAABAI/zzjvylu83Hw/s400/MG-5166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sf_r2576PfI/AAAAAAAABAA/Ceq_2kxV1jc/s1600-h/MG-5174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332239812327521778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sf_r2576PfI/AAAAAAAABAA/Ceq_2kxV1jc/s400/MG-5174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sf_r2_3ZNOI/AAAAAAAAA_4/WrNRCQ2qS4w/s1600-h/MG-5173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332239813919192290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sf_r2_3ZNOI/AAAAAAAAA_4/WrNRCQ2qS4w/s400/MG-5173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sf_r2twM88I/AAAAAAAAA_w/IZ-mD7CV0NQ/s1600-h/IMG-5345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332239809057190850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sf_r2twM88I/AAAAAAAAA_w/IZ-mD7CV0NQ/s400/IMG-5345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;" kakak Nadz sayaaaaang Idzwan! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;=DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&amp;amp; have i told you about the software, ooVoo? Take a look at this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sf_r2Qx-RAI/AAAAAAAAA_o/IgSuJnKEjqs/s1600-h/cool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332239801279988738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sf_r2Qx-RAI/AAAAAAAAA_o/IgSuJnKEjqs/s400/cool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nice isn't it? To illustrate more, this software works exactly like MSN messenger. Its special function is that, you could webcam up to 6 people. Its extremely fun at first, but i have yet to get use to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Didn't really like it much. So i'll stick to MSN for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Find me a nice simple blogskin, will you?&lt;/span&gt; ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-7299003724294986785?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7299003724294986785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=7299003724294986785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/7299003724294986785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/7299003724294986785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-conquers-all-you-think.html' title='Love Conquers All, You Think?'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sf_tfgRwcOI/AAAAAAAABAo/eXYIjkrsWtI/s72-c/MG-5394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-323983691330387114</id><published>2009-04-29T18:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:01:59.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lethargic.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><title type='text'>Manifestations Of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SfgwcKzIYZI/AAAAAAAAA_g/a357_pjWMM0/s1600-h/P1090265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330063419486265746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SfgwcKzIYZI/AAAAAAAAA_g/a357_pjWMM0/s400/P1090265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've tried not to be so cold but you're just an annoyance at times, all the time now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm telling you, DSLR camera is beyond awesome fun. How do you explain 30shots in 20mins of playing around with it. For real, its top-notch awesomeness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Don't wanna update too much cause its gonna look like a bunch of mess, but i'm not so sure about my body condition nowadays. Headache attacks all of sudden, in addition a minute of blurry vision? Me, worried? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Should i? ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Its definitely uncomfortable, but keep me strong till the weekdays end, pleaseeee. I need that, pretty much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&amp;amp; i'm gonna practice on my rhymes already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Somehow, we're so comfortable with each other, such strong trust we decide, though we're only 2 people exchanging numbers randomly, at the beginning&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-323983691330387114?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/323983691330387114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=323983691330387114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/323983691330387114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/323983691330387114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/manifestations-of-love.html' title='Manifestations Of Love'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SfgwcKzIYZI/AAAAAAAAA_g/a357_pjWMM0/s72-c/P1090265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-8042471534195920949</id><published>2009-04-28T18:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:34:54.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How You Gone Be Talking Shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've grown to love my blog once more, &amp;amp; i bet you guys are at your own old habit of not letting the blogger know of your presence? Ah, forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Did i tell you i lost my phone ytd? (280409) What luck, i got it back the next day. :D Yesss, silly yet lucky. But i do know it was passed around for quite some time. Overnight, i believe more than 3 people molested my handphone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&amp;amp; when i claimed it back from the girl who kept my phone, she told me that Fazzy did some help too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;" Fazzy crazy, thanks alot for the help. Really, it mean alot to me. That phone, i mean. You always make me awed. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nevertheless, few others whom i don't know, you know who you are, i just have to thank you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Subsequently, to those who admit they are the girl whom found my phone. (Seriously, even the guys owned up as a lady because of that. HAHAHAHA! Joke!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Picture blog now&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329682475366596322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SfbV-TXZvuI/AAAAAAAAA_I/X92dEPGSzeE/s400/smileeeee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So nicely taken &amp;amp; well-prepared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I tell you, even though the 'ideas &amp;amp; enterprise' module got us an interesting cutely bald lecturer, being seated at the back of the room just beats it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SfbV-ifnJ2I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/6iMv8LRNIFU/s1600-h/webcam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329682479427561314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SfbV-ifnJ2I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/6iMv8LRNIFU/s400/webcam1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HA-HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;MONKEY FACE! We like this alot right, Lilin? (laughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SfbV-c2cXbI/AAAAAAAAA_A/mlxHLwD2pbo/s1600-h/pretty+weird+lilin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329682477912710578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SfbV-c2cXbI/AAAAAAAAA_A/mlxHLwD2pbo/s400/pretty+weird+lilin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wannabe paparazzi shot, &amp;amp; i like it when something unglam was captured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Moral of the story : Be extra careful when you are webcam-ing with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nevertheless, you'll grow famous-ier overnight, though. Whats there to lose then&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SfbV-D4yqMI/AAAAAAAAA-4/idevSKlaC4c/s1600-h/monkey+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329682471211673794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SfbV-D4yqMI/AAAAAAAAA-4/idevSKlaC4c/s400/monkey+face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SfbV-N0nM-I/AAAAAAAAA-w/jTPFVI-hl3M/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329682473878500322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SfbV-N0nM-I/AAAAAAAAA-w/jTPFVI-hl3M/s400/cats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&amp;amp; i've had enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hopefully i'm doing good academically, even though nothing really started yet to prove so, i've been good. 3D animation module is as tough as.. Should i say, wondering what to wear to school? *shrugs* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-_________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329685749263769570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SfbY83lUH-I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/uIpRVpN6a60/s400/DSC00063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you are awed by this, i wanna thank you for understanding me. HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This is bullshit i must say. More of a freehand item, just by using the 'extruding' method from a decent squarebox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I fell down from the stairs in a rainy day, i slided down from the top to the bottom, bet you can't do that&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-8042471534195920949?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8042471534195920949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=8042471534195920949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/8042471534195920949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/8042471534195920949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-you-gone-be-talking-shit.html' title='How You Gone Be Talking Shit'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SfbV-TXZvuI/AAAAAAAAA_I/X92dEPGSzeE/s72-c/smileeeee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-610242628789184605</id><published>2009-04-27T19:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:42:26.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rather Exhausting, Almost Giving Up.</title><content type='html'>Why am i fat?&lt;br /&gt;Or should i say, fleshy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-610242628789184605?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/610242628789184605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=610242628789184605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/610242628789184605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/610242628789184605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/rather-exhausting-almost-giving-up.html' title='Rather Exhausting, Almost Giving Up.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-2850990829218059008</id><published>2009-04-25T14:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T15:34:47.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excited.'/><title type='text'>Shep's New Ice Cream Parlour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SfK0B85ZrKI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/xafDCcMeIOA/s1600-h/Shep%27s+STSB+homework.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328519254752472226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SfK0B85ZrKI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/xafDCcMeIOA/s400/Shep%27s+STSB+homework.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I did this! Its part of my STSB homework for the week. Aren't you proud of me? Plainly HTML codes &amp;amp; i'm getting real good at this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328527020183290290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SfK7F9YYgbI/AAAAAAAAA-o/iQnrXRPvTK8/s400/3147_73613533327_521828327_1548473_7058914_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&amp;amp; 7th May is drawing near, it also means &lt;strong&gt;Lollipop @ Zouk!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Being part of DMIT is really awesome although i must admit that classes held between 2 blocks front &amp;amp; back of each other is a bore. "-_____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nevertheless, i'm elated about everything! Hope to see Sports Club, DMIT club &amp;amp; particularly, my &lt;strong&gt;Maori &lt;/strong&gt;(Sports Club) &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Carnage&lt;/strong&gt; (DMIT club).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;See you there, all&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328527016440701234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SfK7FvcFITI/AAAAAAAAA-g/S3R5NVibwpU/s400/3147_73613528327_521828327_1548472_7044160_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As for me, i'm gonna be there with my bestfriend! But since she lost her handphone yesterday (24th April), i'm starting to wonder if ever things get complicated, how am i gonna reach out to her?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;)=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because i'm trying to drown myself totally in my course, &amp;amp; i did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't you just wanna kiss this lady here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-2850990829218059008?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2850990829218059008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=2850990829218059008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/2850990829218059008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/2850990829218059008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/sheps-new-ice-cream-parlour.html' title='Shep&apos;s New Ice Cream Parlour'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SfK0B85ZrKI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/xafDCcMeIOA/s72-c/Shep%27s+STSB+homework.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-2504474971518315048</id><published>2009-04-24T14:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:52:31.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Analog VS Digital</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SfFflqscA4I/AAAAAAAAA-I/-YhL8N-3WxU/s1600-h/Nadegenerous+(19).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328144934876480386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SfFflqscA4I/AAAAAAAAA-I/-YhL8N-3WxU/s400/Nadegenerous+(19).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely elated about your course? I've fully loved my course &amp;amp; i've never regretted one bit.&lt;br /&gt;For your info, i'm in Diploma In Digital Media (DDM). Do i look like i even want to go ITE because one thing for sure, its an extremely long journey to University, you know? I do heard some of my dumb juniors in GSS passing stupid shit remarks about my education path after secondary education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE POLYTECHNICS OKAY, ASSHOLES?&lt;br /&gt;Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a thousand words to make you regret your course, though. (Laughs) I admit that i wanted to be part of the science school, actually. "-________-&lt;br /&gt;But its no regrets now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : Smooth seas, Mark koh! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-2504474971518315048?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2504474971518315048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=2504474971518315048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/2504474971518315048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/2504474971518315048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/analog-vs-digital.html' title='Analog VS Digital'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SfFflqscA4I/AAAAAAAAA-I/-YhL8N-3WxU/s72-c/Nadegenerous+(19).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-17364683447507900</id><published>2009-04-21T10:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:53:46.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pleased.'/><title type='text'>Keep Me Sane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Se0zRuyfwnI/AAAAAAAAA-A/KLAYHeCxGpw/s1600-h/Nadegenerous+%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326970313959785074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Se0zRuyfwnI/AAAAAAAAA-A/KLAYHeCxGpw/s400/Nadegenerous+%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;" I'm gonna love my course so much i'll make you envy of my works. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yesyes, keep me sane please? 2 days in the different classes, i have nothing much to comment but i suppose, pure fun will dug itself out? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;=DDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Am doing a homework that i see no endings. HAHAHAHAHAH. I'll finish it soon. (((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&amp;amp; hello motherfuckers, i'm beginning to read COMICS like tales of Vesperia?! Yessss, laugh at me now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-17364683447507900?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/17364683447507900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=17364683447507900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/17364683447507900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/17364683447507900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/keep-me-sane.html' title='Keep Me Sane'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Se0zRuyfwnI/AAAAAAAAA-A/KLAYHeCxGpw/s72-c/Nadegenerous+%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-2816086677996048890</id><published>2009-04-18T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:07:39.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anonymously Confessing, Its For Me To Know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I just wanna clear my mind right now totally, &amp;amp; anonymously naming each one of you truly helps. Better still if you felt its for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P.S : I wanna turn this blog into a picture blog very soon, you'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; : Boy its been long since we last talked &amp;amp; you know, you changed fast enough. As fast as the change i had in my days. Sadly, we don't click anymore, do we? Do you stare at my email, feeling like talking to me like we used to do, random meetups despite the time right now, or sweet talks which gave us a good night sleep? You've changed, &amp;amp; what a sad change in you. But i miss you, a little, alot. )):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;B : &lt;/strong&gt;Mr Lance Corporal! You're sucha sweetheart, arent you! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We talked like in gaps of 3 days or less, how funny. You miss me alot, i know~ *roll eyes* HAHAHAHAHA. Lets see how long you can stand, not talking to me. But thanks for the support these days. You're just the person i thought of, when i'm in dilemma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;M : &lt;/strong&gt;You are a freaking weird ass, who never fails to irritate or make fun of me whilst you made me smile in some ways, too. Hanging on the loose with my bestie? Damn you are not friendly at all. (laughs!) Days of you, not stepping on solild earth ground, hopefully it don't rain gumballs! *inside joke* Take care alot later, lose some weight please &amp;amp; see you back in school next year! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;Someone On The Dancefloor : &lt;/strong&gt;I didn't ran away when you asked for my contact number! But i was having lotsa fun when you asked. You're cute. See you when i see you in school! Maybe, maybe not. You can ask me again, if you want to, then. Speaking of luck! *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;BFF! : &lt;/strong&gt;You're the only one i see that you don't have to be anonymous, actually. You know who you are, jellyfish! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I saw your name on Mr N's personal message. &lt;strong&gt;*ahem!*&lt;/strong&gt; explain explain! (laughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You're weird &amp;amp; it scares me at times. Expressions on your face might/might not be a lie, but your words sure is pokey! That makes you a weapon, &amp;amp; you rock! Go to Zouk together, darling! XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;BB : &lt;/strong&gt;My always-there-on-facebook-when-i-need-you-to matrep. Mmm.. Just a shoutout for you, if you know this is you, good! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, grow taller, open your ears at times while walking cause you never know when you need to hear out for something, stay cute! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;" Oh don't tell me you don't like people calling you cute. Just accept it like that, will you? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;See you when i see you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Like everything is outta my mind right now, i still wanna whine about the weather, my SP email (!!!!!!), my internet connection &amp;amp; throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;))))):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-2816086677996048890?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2816086677996048890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=2816086677996048890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/2816086677996048890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/2816086677996048890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/anonymously-confessing-its-for-me-to.html' title='Anonymously Confessing, Its For Me To Know.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-6381210062547927635</id><published>2009-04-17T19:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:08:14.000+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clear-minded.'/><title type='text'>Here's Your Answers To 'Hows Life?'.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sehs9vFEFxI/AAAAAAAAA94/rNAh4aZwCSM/s1600-h/3337_1122942586927_1027951085_387894_5398385_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325626367231137554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sehs9vFEFxI/AAAAAAAAA94/rNAh4aZwCSM/s400/3337_1122942586927_1027951085_387894_5398385_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will the rules change or would they still apply&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;When you guys kept asking me about new school, i'm telling you, its &lt;strong&gt;AWESOMEEEE&lt;/strong&gt;. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;There's nothing much i could comment on, but the new environment is definitely friendly &amp;amp; nothing needs me to worry about. No doubt Singapore Polytechnics is a huge place, but getting lost is part &amp;amp; parcel of it. Nope, i can't get lost in that place anymore, i'm doing great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Did i tell you that i entered into the wrong classroom on the SPICE training day? Mmm.. Looking on the bright side of it, i escaped Flag Day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Back to the dark side, i think i gotta pay back 4 hours of CIP. "-________-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My group of friends called &lt;strong&gt;MAORI,&lt;/strong&gt; formed during Sports Club Camp, is drifting away. Deep down inside, so much so that we wanted to say 'Hi', we decided to ignore but just making eye contacts like we're just passerbys? Sadly. Well, thats not my case though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As for me, i didn't say 'Hi', because since SP is huge, i wouldn't be shocked to see someone who look alike. I just approached one girl whom i thought was someone i knew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They look fucking alike&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I decided to just let this blog seemed like its a newspaper for you guys. I can't be bothered to keep this blog like very updated all the time, what is the definition of a blog anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;" To write entries in, add material to, &amp;amp; maintain a webblog."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thats what it is, &amp;amp; adding materials in takes effort which i obviously don't want to. Sweet &amp;amp; simple works for me, a blog for me to speak &amp;amp; for you to feedback. Friendly enough, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So i actually admire those bloggers who has like 5 to 6 columns to add materials to, shows that they can be bothered. Doubt they have so much of &lt;em&gt;free time&lt;/em&gt;, they actually had those columns filled with interesting stuffs. Hahh! I was once bothered to do so, now i'm turning into sucha lazy pig. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh oh! Not lazy, just.. Too relaxed which gradually affects my mood into the extreme end zone! Turned into a super bore, didn't wanna talk to anyone or wanna do anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thats just what happened to me last night, i bet &lt;strong&gt;Fazzy &lt;/strong&gt;had a hard time tryna make me smile. Being an annoyance or not, he still is a jerk to me. *roll eyes* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cause irritating me makes him happy. Have you had sucha feeling where the other wants to scream so loud or bite off your head so bad, it makes you happy to have the other in that situation?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thats how an ass is, for your info.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Currently, i assume all the polytechnics are having quite similar atmosphere these days like the thurday's night ; 16/4, there's a welcome party in SP &amp;amp; i tell you, its a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Shiek Haikel is just an emcee of pure talent, he did awesome in making the campus a happening place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My hours throughout the party? *eyebrows goes up &amp;amp; down* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Not for many to know. (Laughs) But it sure was good, very good. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Little did i know my best friend had some stories which i have yet to know?! Whatever anyway, i don't have to know everything or perhaps, i'll know it sooner or later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After that party night, days after that had me having a baaaaad sore throat &amp;amp; nothing taste good to me, especially when you're like technically swallowing phlegm in your throat 24/7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yucks! Totally unpleasant, very agitated about it. &amp;amp; i sound like a total man, bet my voice can go deeper than some guys in my school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I need to get rid of it, as soon as possible, cause its spoiling my mood as well. Stimultaneously, it brings me headache as well. Have not mention about the weather, its spinning my head right round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Boy, i could go on &amp;amp; on but i guess this is all for you to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If i were the reason your hopes were shattered like crazy, i am still that caring friend you know &amp;amp; i'll never get away with it. I know what i'm doing, i'm totally conscious about everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-6381210062547927635?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6381210062547927635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=6381210062547927635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/6381210062547927635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/6381210062547927635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/heres-your-answers-to-hows-life.html' title='Here&apos;s Your Answers To &apos;Hows Life?&apos;.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sehs9vFEFxI/AAAAAAAAA94/rNAh4aZwCSM/s72-c/3337_1122942586927_1027951085_387894_5398385_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-1312711036296353166</id><published>2009-04-11T19:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:53:19.890+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused.'/><title type='text'>Maybe Its True</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323397402204087170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SeCBu5Sco4I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/dqdwLR3TLRY/s400/MG-4903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just had to post another entry today, because my mood is swinging badly. &lt;em&gt;" Find somebody who does it better than he can, someone like me. "&lt;/em&gt;, says Guy A. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Call myself overly lucky, i just get treated super nicely almost all the time, perhaps i deserve it, sometimes i feel that i don't. Whats the problem with me, can you tell me what is my problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I tell you what i know, then. The problem with me is, i throw good things away 40% of the time, good things which might bring wonders, might bring double happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I threw it away, cause i want something better. I always wanted something better, &amp;amp; i know that something will eventually come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When it came, i want something a little better than that, if possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS IS STUPID, THIS IS NOT ME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;I'll BE ALRIGHT BEFORE YOU KNOW IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-1312711036296353166?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1312711036296353166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=1312711036296353166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/1312711036296353166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/1312711036296353166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/maybe-its-true.html' title='Maybe Its True'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SeCBu5Sco4I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/dqdwLR3TLRY/s72-c/MG-4903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-88472421452127997</id><published>2009-04-11T12:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T12:19:03.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed.'/><title type='text'>Kiss Me Through The Phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SeAW-KSX7AI/AAAAAAAAA9I/NobRPQeLP5Y/s1600-h/MG-4888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323280016721046530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SeAW-KSX7AI/AAAAAAAAA9I/NobRPQeLP5Y/s400/MG-4888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spotlights on me in the centre of ring like a circus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SPSU camp is today but i skipped it due to exhaustion, looking at the gap between the most recent camp which is my freshmen camp, its just a day difference. I beg to detest if all camps were made compulsory. *roll eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My best friend, Jamie, is already dreading as she sent me a text message saying, " This camp sucks. Like seriously." Maybe she's just on its first day but i doubt thats the reason why. Student Union is like overwhelming crowd, &amp;amp; that don't do the fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I killed myself on MSN last night, all the way till this morning @ 4am. All DMIT students were sent all contact lists of every single one involved in DMIT camp &amp;amp; there's like over 100+ &amp;amp; i killed myself with 25 convos to entertain with at least a sentence or two. Its exhausting, but its awesomeeeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is Bee AKA Mak nenek's birthday! She's from DyliMarcell, &amp;amp; just turned 17! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" Happy birthday Mak Nenekku! I love you as much, wishing you best wishes in future endeavours, keep the sexayyyyy attitude on stage alive, shall meet you today for your celebration &amp;amp; i believe its gonna be a blast! FYI, up till this time that i'm typing this, i swear i haven't got you a present. (Laughs) I will, later. Once again, Happy 17th birthday darling! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What should i getttttt? *bite fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Sidetrack a little bit&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Biggest apologies, i can't attend your birthday party! Because my mum treats me like a fool, she say i can't go out because i skipped my camp. WHAT THE FUCCCCCCCKKKKKK is that?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;=O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My spotlight is getting brighter each day, &amp;amp; all i have to do is appreciate &amp;amp; staying humble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-88472421452127997?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/88472421452127997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=88472421452127997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/88472421452127997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/88472421452127997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/kiss-me-through-phone.html' title='Kiss Me Through The Phone'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SeAW-KSX7AI/AAAAAAAAA9I/NobRPQeLP5Y/s72-c/MG-4888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-6633587312917244509</id><published>2009-04-10T12:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T12:17:22.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get High Like Planes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sd7FKSLwS-I/AAAAAAAAA9A/fhzCofmzGiY/s1600-h/n606990889_1530020_5659810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322908590069009378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sd7FKSLwS-I/AAAAAAAAA9A/fhzCofmzGiY/s400/n606990889_1530020_5659810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You spin my head right round, right round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; i'm home from DMIT FOC camp = Awesomeeeeee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Believe it or not, i dread on its first day. (Laughs) I dread on all first day cause you know why? First day is the day where friendships begins with opening up your mouth. You bet i don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I did. Later on. "-_______-  &amp;amp; it worked out well. Very well, indeed. Here's one good example. &lt;strong&gt;Us, DMIT peeps are going Zouk on 7th May under the event called 'Lollipop'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stalk me further, here's my class ; DDM/FT/1B 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( Yessss, that is for no apparent reason. Just glad that timetable is up. )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think blog shall be just for talking &amp;amp; more talking, that'll be it, right? Photos shall be up on Facebook &amp;amp; damn you, for not having one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Right now, i gotta start opening up my mind for some time with choreographing cause you know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm gonna be a guest performer, back in GSS due to their Speech Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;AWESOMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;See y'all greenridgeans on Speech Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;( Yes, i agree too that Speech Day is an ass. Ooops! &amp;amp; Good luck councillors. If you guys read this. Its your day to be a bootlicker. Like i used to be. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA. =X )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You missed call my handphone due to misses! See, ain't it great to be truthful already? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-6633587312917244509?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6633587312917244509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=6633587312917244509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/6633587312917244509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/6633587312917244509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/get-high-like-planes.html' title='Get High Like Planes'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sd7FKSLwS-I/AAAAAAAAA9A/fhzCofmzGiY/s72-c/n606990889_1530020_5659810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-8487804834129504137</id><published>2009-04-05T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T19:48:57.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finally made it clear.'/><title type='text'>Love In Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SdiW4ZqrOXI/AAAAAAAAA84/YqtQLAdjvMg/s1600-h/backseat-romance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321168855444961650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SdiW4ZqrOXI/AAAAAAAAA84/YqtQLAdjvMg/s400/backseat-romance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When the clouds are all departed, you'll be right here with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I see myself constantly stumbling over the same old thing, a cycle back to square one, over &amp;amp; over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I say, at times i loved the fact that i'm experiencing such moments while others had none. Apparently, when something is meant to be temporary for the time being, but you are so caught up &amp;amp; head over heels about it, you end up dreaming wonders that might/might not happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sadly, that has been a cycle in me. Whats good to know, is that i can be the one controlling the cycle, but i would past something i don't wish to own, when it comes to me as a gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Supposedly, it seemed like i'm acting foolishly about it, but really, why would i take something i don't want to own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Feels that i'm beginning to think that all those choices i made, its the right thing. )  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then again, its vice versa. One choice made will affect the other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Yadaaa yadaaa, blabber blabber blabberrr~ )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nevertheless, i'm blessed, &amp;amp; when time continue ticking, &amp;amp; days will past, i'm gonna wait till i find something, so right, so real, for me, &amp;amp; only for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Only then i'll keep it like its mine always, &amp;amp; not a fact that any of you could share it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(I can't wait! You heard that! I can't wait! Its been long. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Proud to say that i widen my circle of friends faster than the time taken for you to produce the answer of 'What are the different ways of reproduction?'   =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm definitely feeling alot better after this, alot alot better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp; oh, when something comes your way, &amp;amp; you think its gonna stay, don't be too sure just yet. Trust me, this helps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Will update you about my weekend this week (4th &amp;amp; 5th April) after i come back from camp, or at least, after i've gathered all the memorable pictures of my handsome birthday boy's party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-8487804834129504137?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8487804834129504137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=8487804834129504137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/8487804834129504137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/8487804834129504137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-in-holidays.html' title='Love In Holidays'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SdiW4ZqrOXI/AAAAAAAAA84/YqtQLAdjvMg/s72-c/backseat-romance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-613934393269408380</id><published>2009-04-03T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:54:41.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work In Progress.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SdXNCTL1LxI/AAAAAAAAA8w/NaSM3C_lAWw/s1600-h/DSC02157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320383974201437970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SdXNCTL1LxI/AAAAAAAAA8w/NaSM3C_lAWw/s400/DSC02157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A favour, only you yourself could do it, your way. The way you like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going solo, improving myself in all lands, till i'm handpicked to join a group of people, thats when i'll technically learn from the better people, in a particular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I cannot forget how Marsh made me interested in bgirling, &amp;amp; it was truly fun having her to coach me like learning 'ABC'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Perhaps if 'toprocking' is A to E, i'm proud to say that i'm currently G to K. (If you understand this analogy.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm always learning, i doubt i have a flair in dance, but i know i can make it somewhere, somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss Joy Rouge! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;" OMG your tag in my blog, truly makes my day even if i'm only at 5pm of the day. Your dancework is exhilarating. Wack, some more! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SdXM1ZccryI/AAAAAAAAA8o/y4DB3H0L65M/s1600-h/the-last-dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824142389090469748-613934393269408380?l=mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/feeds/613934393269408380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6824142389090469748&amp;postID=613934393269408380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/613934393269408380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824142389090469748/posts/default/613934393269408380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedshoes.blogspot.com/2009/04/work-in-progress.html' title='Work In Progress.'/><author><name>On My Radar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11996114506565934018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/Sopta2LX3YI/AAAAAAAABWk/hVMxx30Up84/S220/IMG_1311.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SdXNCTL1LxI/AAAAAAAAA8w/NaSM3C_lAWw/s72-c/DSC02157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824142389090469748.post-7804990480835487449</id><published>2009-04-03T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T01:48:50.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy Is Mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SdT3q970cuI/AAAAAAAAA8g/NbAKgEV00-I/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320149377383428834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LNantMXeH38/SdT3q970cuI/AAAAAAAAA8g/NbAKgEV00-I/s400/DSC00001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gotten a new phone to last for a few more months, especially when school is starting reaaaaaaal soon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;=D&lt;
