<?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-8128538</id><updated>2011-07-27T23:28:06.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haveFAITHinYOURSELF</title><subtitle type='html'>whateverrr.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>937</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-7170498384661738036</id><published>2011-07-27T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T23:28:06.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lmVAlQ6EY88/TjAsBLsoQWI/AAAAAAAACX0/b6gOvWUXXeM/s1600/P7250330.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lmVAlQ6EY88/TjAsBLsoQWI/AAAAAAAACX0/b6gOvWUXXeM/s320/P7250330.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634051532671959394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I am truly happy. I never felt this way before. The only reason why i over think, it's because i'm terrified of what the future brings. i just want to make sure that what we have is sincere and true. So that i know, this will be worthwhile.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;We don't know what we have in the future. Heck, I don't even know whether there's a future for me. But all i know that now, i just want to be happy. and you make me happy. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hope that i make you happy as well. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8128538-7170498384661738036?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/7170498384661738036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=7170498384661738036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/7170498384661738036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/7170498384661738036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am-truly-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lmVAlQ6EY88/TjAsBLsoQWI/AAAAAAAACX0/b6gOvWUXXeM/s72-c/P7250330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-7308451576034296516</id><published>2011-05-21T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T01:21:08.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every word feels like a shooting star.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/un60RISzE-A" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remembered cousins and me singing out loud a few years ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss those days. We can't bring them back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two choices now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Either keep replaying it in my mind, or make more beautiful memories w/ them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8128538-7308451576034296516?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/7308451576034296516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=7308451576034296516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/7308451576034296516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/7308451576034296516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2011/05/every-word-feels-like-shooting-star.html' title='Every word feels like a shooting star.'/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/un60RISzE-A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-8196889913758662105</id><published>2011-05-14T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T23:26:20.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A little part of me still have that tinge of hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But i guess, it's slowly fading... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm not ready for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-8196889913758662105?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/8196889913758662105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=8196889913758662105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/8196889913758662105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/8196889913758662105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2011/05/little-part-of-me-still-have-that-tinge.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-1567952401041985882</id><published>2011-04-07T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T23:58:41.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;1. the smart one.&lt;br /&gt;2. the adorable one.&lt;br /&gt;3. the kind one.&lt;br /&gt;4. the strong one.&lt;br /&gt;5. the persistent one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;which one would you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; need&lt;/span&gt; the most? &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/8128538-1567952401041985882?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/1567952401041985882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=1567952401041985882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/1567952401041985882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/1567952401041985882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2011/04/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-6615626056748610796</id><published>2011-04-02T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T23:15:09.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;I believe results come from effort.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; with my effort, you can truly realise and feel the true happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i felt as though Allah has answered my prayers. Every day, unfailingly, i kneel down and pray for happiness, safety, and comfort for me and my family.&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulilah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This prize, i will treasure it, until the right moment with come for me to spend all of it.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aGzt_CpXzYA/TZc8oy-vHQI/AAAAAAAACXo/_4KQt3k_Y1E/s1600/200780_1915237277273_1132173213_2260558_5456997_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aGzt_CpXzYA/TZc8oy-vHQI/AAAAAAAACXo/_4KQt3k_Y1E/s320/200780_1915237277273_1132173213_2260558_5456997_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591004133981101314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, when you wish that you could win this kind of money just to spend every single cent of it, apparently, you won't feel it that way after you receive it.&lt;br /&gt;Now, i feel reluctant to spend even a dollar, because i would want to stay as a 10k-aire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, another 100 times to go, for me to be a millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-6615626056748610796?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/6615626056748610796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=6615626056748610796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/6615626056748610796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/6615626056748610796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-believe-results-come-from-effort.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aGzt_CpXzYA/TZc8oy-vHQI/AAAAAAAACXo/_4KQt3k_Y1E/s72-c/200780_1915237277273_1132173213_2260558_5456997_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-5110310553416677398</id><published>2011-04-01T17:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T18:05:21.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-REIeZH-EISk/TZWiDDeWMmI/AAAAAAAACXg/stCC5hWXYjU/s1600/DSC_0319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-REIeZH-EISk/TZWiDDeWMmI/AAAAAAAACXg/stCC5hWXYjU/s320/DSC_0319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590552685806236258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A few simple tips:&lt;br /&gt;Don't promise when you're happy.&lt;br /&gt;Don't reply when you're angry.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Don't decide when you're sad. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- RealWhizKhalifa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;I don't need anyone who doesn't need me, but i surely know for sure, I need Barfy.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RT9PQgMtkDo" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Anyway, i love Maddi Jane. &amp;amp; this song is on replay, for now.&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/8128538-5110310553416677398?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/5110310553416677398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=5110310553416677398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/5110310553416677398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/5110310553416677398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2011/04/few-simple-tips-dont-promise-when-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-REIeZH-EISk/TZWiDDeWMmI/AAAAAAAACXg/stCC5hWXYjU/s72-c/DSC_0319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-5450752029757753032</id><published>2011-03-24T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T20:55:51.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ku_iedPTjvo/TYs_EJ2aMrI/AAAAAAAACXY/7NBNsFZOXfM/s1600/DSC_0276_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ku_iedPTjvo/TYs_EJ2aMrI/AAAAAAAACXY/7NBNsFZOXfM/s320/DSC_0276_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587629103279387314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(254, 11, 97);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rMoSfmXYXuU/TYs-Iq7FDQI/AAAAAAAACXI/IdQAMlx0i20/s1600/1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rMoSfmXYXuU/TYs-Iq7FDQI/AAAAAAAACXI/IdQAMlx0i20/s320/1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587628081365191938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you come across a wall in life, do not fret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My advice to you is, push it down, and let it be a bridge for you to walk across.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spent my day with my lovely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;@petiterosettes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;xoxoxo her so freaking much, till she suffocates in it and die and look after me in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;kidding, barf; but seriously mad love for you like a maniac.&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/8128538-5450752029757753032?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/5450752029757753032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=5450752029757753032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/5450752029757753032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/5450752029757753032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-you-come-across-wall-in-life-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ku_iedPTjvo/TYs_EJ2aMrI/AAAAAAAACXY/7NBNsFZOXfM/s72-c/DSC_0276_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-529092676017809422</id><published>2011-03-21T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T23:59:20.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;4th Day.&lt;br /&gt;Still the same. It's like, sewing up the pieces, and each poke hurts, but it get less painful as you're used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and by the time it's all done, it's good at new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-529092676017809422?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/529092676017809422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=529092676017809422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/529092676017809422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/529092676017809422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2011/03/4th-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-8306062772644636790</id><published>2011-03-17T14:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T14:41:43.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;most of the time, the reason why i get heartbroken, is not because of anyone else, but me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;my mind tends to overly think too much of the situation, till it exploded into my core of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;should stop this nonsense once and for all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the first step to do that : How? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-8306062772644636790?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/8306062772644636790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=8306062772644636790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/8306062772644636790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/8306062772644636790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2011/03/most-of-time-reason-why-i-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-3616471243030653526</id><published>2011-03-12T20:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T20:13:17.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;i was having a relaxing day yesterday, until i found out about Japan's unfortunate hit on the natural disasters. from then, my heart and my mind stopped for a moment, and i just wanted to go home and stay with my family, especially my mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Since then, i realised, life is fragile. So better wake up, before it's gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#prayforjapan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-3616471243030653526?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/3616471243030653526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=3616471243030653526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/3616471243030653526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/3616471243030653526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-was-having-relaxing-day-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-8488331264904216299</id><published>2011-03-09T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T00:26:53.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;I believe, everyone, in some ways or another, have something that we would love to change.&lt;br /&gt;For me, my mind will rattle on things randomly, and some, in fact are worst than you can ever think of. Not only does it make me think i'm a bad person, but in fact i felt as if i've sinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, i've created a solution to solve this problem.&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- I would imagine that someone, would have the ability to read minds, and would somehow read mine, and will know everything about what lingers in my mind and will somehow punish me for it. &lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, it works like magic.&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/8128538-8488331264904216299?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/8488331264904216299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=8488331264904216299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/8488331264904216299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/8488331264904216299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-believe-everyone-in-some-ways-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-1373159592828885374</id><published>2011-03-04T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T20:53:14.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause you feel like paradise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and i need a vacation tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uxTDK1S5qJ0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uxTDK1S5qJ0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="390" width="640"&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/8128538-1373159592828885374?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/1373159592828885374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=1373159592828885374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/1373159592828885374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/1373159592828885374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2011/03/cause-you-feel-like-paradise-and-i-need.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-1577153339512935719</id><published>2011-02-26T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T18:48:52.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pi-vv3WqflA/TWjaNgU3ecI/AAAAAAAACXA/TyQnMV00EhE/s1600/aw7xp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pi-vv3WqflA/TWjaNgU3ecI/AAAAAAAACXA/TyQnMV00EhE/s320/aw7xp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577948064048970178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't looking forward to work, but this little boy made my whole day.&lt;br /&gt;He was very shy, and wouldn't look at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;But at that point, when i almost wanted to give up, he looked up at the camera, and gave a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-1577153339512935719?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/1577153339512935719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=1577153339512935719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/1577153339512935719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/1577153339512935719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2011/02/wasnt-looking-forward-to-work-but-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pi-vv3WqflA/TWjaNgU3ecI/AAAAAAAACXA/TyQnMV00EhE/s72-c/aw7xp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-1420564034021902087</id><published>2011-02-23T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T22:35:05.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;i fell asleep yesterday, with a broken heart. But i faced it differently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Instead of having my self-pity moment (as always), i gave my most determined face, gave my hair a stroke, and told myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"Wake up ika. This is real life. Be real." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&amp;amp; then, i felt better. Because i know, i've changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;No more wasting of time being the helpless damsel in destress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I will be the prince, stucked in this damsel's body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;let's go safe my life, supergirl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-1420564034021902087?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/1420564034021902087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=1420564034021902087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/1420564034021902087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/1420564034021902087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-fell-asleep-yesterday-with-broken.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-6379066019358359435</id><published>2011-02-20T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T22:26:59.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2iFV8fM39s/TWEkXZpqbRI/AAAAAAAACW4/fiOjvWpccRY/s1600/tumblr_lgwai7AMmq1qch8uvo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2iFV8fM39s/TWEkXZpqbRI/AAAAAAAACW4/fiOjvWpccRY/s320/tumblr_lgwai7AMmq1qch8uvo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575777798102609170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;my feelings now. right now.&lt;br /&gt;exactly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Fujitsu/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Fujitsu/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Fujitsu/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-6379066019358359435?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/6379066019358359435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=6379066019358359435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/6379066019358359435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/6379066019358359435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-feelings-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2iFV8fM39s/TWEkXZpqbRI/AAAAAAAACW4/fiOjvWpccRY/s72-c/tumblr_lgwai7AMmq1qch8uvo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-3331283344371886875</id><published>2011-02-18T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T20:25:23.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;there was a beautiful lady, during her time, and she was married to the most ugliest man during his time. One day, a man asked her a question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;" Why did you get married to him? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;and then she answered... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Maybe in his life, he did something good in his life, and i was his reward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;or...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Maybe i did something bad in my life, and he was my punishment. &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/8128538-3331283344371886875?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/3331283344371886875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=3331283344371886875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/3331283344371886875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/3331283344371886875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2011/02/there-was-beautiful-lady-during-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-9086181700448897891</id><published>2011-02-14T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T21:53:45.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;"Where should i go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;          To the left, where nothing's right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;                    Or to the right where nothing's left?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'd say, go forward; and never look back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-9086181700448897891?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/9086181700448897891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=9086181700448897891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/9086181700448897891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/9086181700448897891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2011/02/where-should-i-go-to-left-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-1855128327521695090</id><published>2011-02-12T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T00:13:29.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;mom: ika, where do you want to get married at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;me: rooftop garden, somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;mom: huh, that means, not much invites?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;me: can, just hafta let our guests queue up to enter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Life of a princess, maybe it's similar to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Be thankful, i'm not one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Oh&amp;amp;btw, i'm back. hopefully for good.&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/8128538-1855128327521695090?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/1855128327521695090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=1855128327521695090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/1855128327521695090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/1855128327521695090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2011/02/mom-ika-where-do-you-want-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-7924151748127240805</id><published>2010-10-04T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T23:14:04.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pardon my absence on the lack of updates.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know, i'm currently in Vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;To catch all my actions, please head on to&lt;br /&gt;supersyafsoars.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-7924151748127240805?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/7924151748127240805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=7924151748127240805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/7924151748127240805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/7924151748127240805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/10/pardon-my-absence-on-lack-of-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-3499425618150134059</id><published>2010-09-09T12:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T12:41:04.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain</title><content type='html'>As I lay awake on my bed, my mind just can't help wondering about what would happen when it's the end of the world, how am I going to die, when will it be and what's next after that. All the thoughts that linger are terrifying that, I would have to distract myself even to stop thinking about it as my mind doesn't work on auto-stop. As I lay in fear, I realize that the ultimate fear in all of us, is pain. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-3499425618150134059?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/3499425618150134059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=3499425618150134059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/3499425618150134059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/3499425618150134059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/09/pain.html' title='pain'/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-7533001648965258523</id><published>2010-09-03T16:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T16:02:53.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is love?</title><content type='html'>Who really knows the meaning of a simple word called love? Don't tell me it's the love guru because not everyone can relate what they say, some is even impossible to comprehend. Heck, we are all different creatures seeking for this one thing called love. But doesn't love have different meaning to everyone? A single word, with a whole entire universe of definition attached to it. What is love to me? Love is that tiny spark of smile in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-7533001648965258523?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/7533001648965258523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=7533001648965258523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/7533001648965258523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/7533001648965258523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-is-love.html' title='What is love?'/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-2734691408858805394</id><published>2010-08-30T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T22:21:19.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dreamt today. In my dream, i was chased by someone who was trying to kill me before killing himself, all because of a broken heart. What amazed me is that, i wasn't scared of this dream. In fact, i was really surprised that i see you. I wasn't expecting to see you anymore, since the last time i met you every since you're gone. But you came back.&lt;br /&gt;and you know what?&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad it's just in my dream, because i would not really know how to react if i truly see you in real life. or prolly because, i know that you don't want to see me, as much as i don't want to see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-2734691408858805394?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/2734691408858805394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=2734691408858805394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/2734691408858805394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/2734691408858805394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/08/dreams.html' title='dreams'/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-1337226727340959514</id><published>2010-08-29T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T23:03:08.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Friends come and go. Only those special ones will have a place in your heart. No matter how distant you are, how rare you talk to each other, you will still smile when you randomly bump into them. You will feel the world lighten up, and all your worries will somehow don't matter anymore. With this power that your friends have, you will always find a way to forgive them, even if they made the biggest mistake in their whole entire life. Because without any one of them, your world would be dark - with a heavy shoulders carrying all the problems in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place in my heart, will forever be yours.&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/8128538-1337226727340959514?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/1337226727340959514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=1337226727340959514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/1337226727340959514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/1337226727340959514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/08/friends.html' title='Friends.'/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-5109601501938346838</id><published>2010-08-26T16:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T16:13:06.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>days and breezes</title><content type='html'>Beautiful days passed by, and without any hesitation, we let it go; just as easy as watching your friends turn their back when they bid farewell. those moments are meant to be reminisce on, but being human, we failed to do so. instead, we look forward to what is being in store for us in the future, rather than count back the times we laugh, or watch television together with the loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days like this, are meant to be kept in whatever means possible. because sooner or later, these days that holds our memories are going to fade in our mind as we grow wrinkles on our cheeks. As my mind think of what to write, i look around, and admire how lovely the breeze are, just by looking at the trees swaying along, with their rhythm. How i wish i could go back in time, celebrate my birthdays with the age counting backwards, and play catching under the void deck again, because i made a mistake of not keeping those days properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i know my mistake, and i am going to do what's best for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-5109601501938346838?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/5109601501938346838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=5109601501938346838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/5109601501938346838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/5109601501938346838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-tees-and-autumn-jeans.html' title='days and breezes'/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-2595936718716443211</id><published>2010-08-24T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T21:28:44.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>even though it seems that i love sleeping; the truth is that, i'm terrified of it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm terrified to sleep, and never able to see the sun the next morning. or maybe, i don't want my day to end, if that was to be the last.&lt;br /&gt;everytime, i lay in bed, i wonder how much time is there for me in this world. and the truth is, i'm not ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;because, i haven't live my life to the fullest yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope, someday, i'll go to sleep with a smile on my face- and not a pinch of worriness in the middle of my brows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-2595936718716443211?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/2595936718716443211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=2595936718716443211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/2595936718716443211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/2595936718716443211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/08/even-though-it-seems-that-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-8578319810309726397</id><published>2010-08-22T01:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T01:20:49.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>begin again.</title><content type='html'>No - I never wanna fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Never wanna break your heart&lt;br /&gt;Never wanna let you break my own&lt;br /&gt;Yes - I now we said a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;That we probably didn't mean&lt;br /&gt;But it's not to late to take them back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before you say you gonna go&lt;br /&gt;I should probably let you know&lt;br /&gt;I never knew what I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this is not the way that it should end&lt;br /&gt;It's the way it should begin&lt;br /&gt;It's the way it should begin, again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-8578319810309726397?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/8578319810309726397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=8578319810309726397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/8578319810309726397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/8578319810309726397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/08/begin-again.html' title='begin again.'/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-6179481989253526188</id><published>2010-08-17T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T22:28:29.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the boy who wants to go home.</title><content type='html'>When you laugh, there's this tiny line of vein in the middle of your brows. When you smile, your eyes lighten up. When you frown, your eyes are the ones that smiled back. That little streak of line place beside your lips when you give a quick smile makes me realized how much you made me observe you. Xoxo J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-6179481989253526188?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/6179481989253526188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=6179481989253526188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/6179481989253526188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/6179481989253526188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/08/boy-who-wants-to-go-home.html' title='the boy who wants to go home.'/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-1411665351339511767</id><published>2010-08-14T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T00:04:58.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14/ aug</title><content type='html'>Okay I have no idea why everyone wants to squeeze all the plans tml. Like I have LWS @botanic garden early in the morning ( like 8 am wth) and have this team bonding camp tml @ nacli. Not forgetting the yog thing!! :( stress bodoh. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-1411665351339511767?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/1411665351339511767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=1411665351339511767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/1411665351339511767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/1411665351339511767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/08/14-aug.html' title='14/ aug'/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-3081074519447097377</id><published>2010-08-11T14:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T14:31:18.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>testinggggg</title><content type='html'>It's the first day of Ramadhan, and I have nothing to do at home. It's raining; a nice weather to sleep but my eyes can't do it. Sucks. Guess I have to wait for five hours lying on my bed. Hooray to me.                    P.s this is an update using the eblogger on iPhone. Cool like hell. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-3081074519447097377?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/3081074519447097377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=3081074519447097377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/3081074519447097377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/3081074519447097377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/08/testinggggg.html' title='testinggggg'/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-6629719483300356702</id><published>2010-08-11T00:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T00:35:17.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I love my iphone 4 because i no longer have to turn on the laptop to go to the cyberworld.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;YAY.&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/8128538-6629719483300356702?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/6629719483300356702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=6629719483300356702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/6629719483300356702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/6629719483300356702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-my-iphone-4-because-i-no-longer.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-6539584982440591896</id><published>2010-08-08T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T01:01:43.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had fun with boyf and diyanah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. went to bbdc for my final theory practice. hmm. shan't talk much about it.&lt;br /&gt;2. was walking towards west mall when i saw a long queue outside M1. knew smth was up with the freaking iphone 4.&lt;br /&gt;3. yep. found out they got stock. and i was furious with starhub.&lt;br /&gt;4. i was walking around still, and saw a small starhub shop. decided to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;5. yay! in stock. still unhappy with starhub because i already reserved it; but they didnt give me any calls. stupid.&lt;br /&gt;6. got news from boyf that he got tickets to the YOG opening ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;7. rushed there; brilliant lightings, fireworks, cute little kids. it was superb!&lt;br /&gt;8. home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love today. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-6539584982440591896?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/6539584982440591896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=6539584982440591896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/6539584982440591896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/6539584982440591896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-had-fun-with-boyf-and-diyanah.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-8571932026654376963</id><published>2010-08-05T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T22:05:04.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5thA10</title><content type='html'>1. My plastic cover on my laptop fell off like finally!&lt;br /&gt;    It lasted for, 1 year, 3 months, 11 days. That has been an achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I've a total of 3 tests this week, alone.&lt;br /&gt;    I'm left with the last PBPN practical test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I think i'm fated not to have my hair trimmed.&lt;br /&gt;    Cause i went for 3 times already; and it's always, always, always closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I can't wait for school to end.&lt;br /&gt;    Seriously. I need my time to stay at home. I can't even remember when's the last time i&lt;br /&gt;    spent my afternoon at home. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Imma go watch PLL nao. buaiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-8571932026654376963?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/8571932026654376963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=8571932026654376963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/8571932026654376963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/8571932026654376963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/08/5tha10.html' title='5thA10'/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-4117679528403387684</id><published>2010-08-03T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:06:03.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dad's playing his phone's game.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to feel.&lt;br /&gt;whether i should be happy that he's finally playing again,&lt;br /&gt;or sad cause he's playing all alone in the dark. S:&lt;br /&gt;How?&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/8128538-4117679528403387684?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/4117679528403387684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=4117679528403387684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/4117679528403387684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/4117679528403387684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/08/dads-playing-his-phones-game.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-6841117653052189172</id><published>2010-08-01T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T21:54:32.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't wait for fasting month to start!&lt;br /&gt;1. it will mean that i'm actually losing weight.&lt;br /&gt;2. it's a month of getting together and breaking fast together with my family.&lt;br /&gt;3. i won't have school!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-6841117653052189172?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/6841117653052189172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=6841117653052189172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/6841117653052189172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/6841117653052189172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-cant-wait-for-fasting-month-to-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-6690333236409752777</id><published>2010-07-29T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T22:39:38.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And suddenly, my formspring's quiet.&lt;br /&gt;awfully quiet.&lt;br /&gt;that's a good thing, i guess. either, i'm too easy to read, or just that there's nothing curious about me.&lt;br /&gt;LOL LOL LOLLIPOPZ.&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/8128538-6690333236409752777?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/6690333236409752777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=6690333236409752777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/6690333236409752777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/6690333236409752777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-suddenly-my-formsprings-quiet.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-7739848611645012456</id><published>2010-07-28T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T22:10:15.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The whole time i'm trying to keep myself busy, is to ensure that i will not think of the stuff that does not make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;for now, i'm not doing anything. and i'm not happy.&lt;br /&gt;i have this feeling inside me, but i don't have any idea how to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;it's a mixture of regret, disappointment, angry, sad, with a teeny weeny glimpse of hope. Too bad for me, i think that hope is going to fade off soon.&lt;br /&gt;this is not what i want. but i got no other choice. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deep down, i want my old life back.&lt;br /&gt;where i'm not internet-depended, so i don't have to know all the stuff that upsets me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh why bother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-7739848611645012456?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/7739848611645012456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=7739848611645012456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/7739848611645012456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/7739848611645012456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/07/whole-time-im-trying-to-keep-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-5849257334507991676</id><published>2010-07-25T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T21:24:38.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;it's&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; amazing &lt;/span&gt;how strangers can be friends.&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;heartbreaking&lt;/span&gt;, how friends can be strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-5849257334507991676?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/5849257334507991676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=5849257334507991676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/5849257334507991676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/5849257334507991676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-amazing-how-strangers-can-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-5097714185779484634</id><published>2010-07-24T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T22:37:11.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's so amazing how a small little organ can play a humongous part in our lives-like enabling us to live? but it's not only that, is it? It gives you all different kind of emotions, that sometimes, you can't even fathom wad it means.&lt;br /&gt;my heart felt a lot of different feelings today, and that actually can make me all tired and weak. how is that even possible? prolly because my heart is weak from the start, and with all those changing of emotions in every-30 secs; of course it will start to gasp for air already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, i volunteered myself in ndp; just take photos of the people and of course watch the show. unfortunately, there was a technical glitch of the security cards; and coincidently, mine, J's and Syahirah's card were not available; so we were not even allowed to enter the place. ): end up, we had to walk back home, while the rest were cheering.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why i feel so patriotic these few years after my ndp 06 march. maybe it gave me the feeling that felt sooo marvellous, that it made me want to go back in time, just to stand in the middle of the parade around the sea of red people. the feelings were indescribable, you know. like as if, you felt, proud. really proud of what you had acheived and where you've reached. of course, i was only sec 2 back then, but still. it was still a feeling that i want to go back and just feel again, once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a long talk with my dad today. i love it when this happens. he will always talk about his past; and what he always do when he was young. it made me want to go back in time and be a classmate of my parents, just to see how are they in school. i'm lucky that i have parents like them, and it made me want to spend more time with them more. i'm sucha nerd. i always look forward to going home after school, and i would rather much stay at home than hanging out with my friends. idky, but i feel that i'm more free with them. weird, i know.&lt;br /&gt;if you asked me to choose between home and anywhere else in the world, i'll choose,&lt;br /&gt;wherever my family is, i'm there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and someone asked me today; whether i'm serious about getting an iphone 4. surprisingly, i am. and she told me all the flaws that the phone have. Yes, i do know about the flaws and the crap, but i'm still sticking to it. why?&lt;br /&gt;because i feel that i rather have a flawed phone, rather than a perfect phone. So, that i will be amaze of what a flawed phone can do, then be disappointed with what a perfect phone can't do. i rather much be amazed than be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;and because, i don't suit perfect. i have my own flaws as well. like for example, my lazy attitude, procrastinating work, etc. why would i want a perfect phone, if my life isn't perfect. it's not right, it won't suit the way i'm living now.&lt;br /&gt;maybe, if you give me a very interesting reason why i shouldn't buy the iphone 4, i would consider it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a pleasant sunday, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-5097714185779484634?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/5097714185779484634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=5097714185779484634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/5097714185779484634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/5097714185779484634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-so-amazing-how-small-little-organ.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-3897558904002507498</id><published>2010-07-23T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T23:38:56.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you want to know a secret?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't really know myself. everytime i look in the mirror, i don't see me staring back.&lt;br /&gt;maybe because i'm just waiting for a miracle to happen, and hoping someday, when i look in the mirror, i will see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully, i smile to myself and accept the fact that i'm actually, me.&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/8128538-3897558904002507498?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/3897558904002507498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=3897558904002507498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/3897558904002507498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/3897558904002507498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/07/do-you-want-to-know-secret.html' title='do you want to know a secret?'/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-7176573111325429674</id><published>2010-07-21T09:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T09:21:09.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay, i'm in my class. and the teaching is nagging while i'm here blogging away.&lt;br /&gt;1. i'm not listening to her because she's not making sense.&lt;br /&gt;2. i'm still achy from my pulau redang trip + aerobics.&lt;br /&gt;3. i still have 2 essays which needs 1600 words to write on.&lt;br /&gt;4. class starting. urgh.&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/8128538-7176573111325429674?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/7176573111325429674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=7176573111325429674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/7176573111325429674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/7176573111325429674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/07/okay-im-in-my-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-6337052765753083536</id><published>2010-07-15T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T23:45:40.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hello everybody. i'll be away on my short getaway tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;sooooo, catch you later.&lt;br /&gt;au revoir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-6337052765753083536?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/6337052765753083536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=6337052765753083536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/6337052765753083536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/6337052765753083536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-3291755848580447902</id><published>2010-07-13T18:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T20:50:37.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;" rel="question"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;how many boyfriends do u have till u could 4get who  am i? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;hello~ i don't even know who you are yet, you still accuse me of  forgetting you? funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;are u going to last longer with ur bf then u did with  me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;who are you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;formspring.me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;i received a letter this morning, and i was deeply touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To my girlfriend, Nurul Syafiqah Bte Mahmuddin (Honey Bunny, Puffeh  Muffeh, Bon Bon, Darling, Honey, Baby),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are like an angel to  me. Your black-brown hair gently flowing from the sides of your little  face and down over your shoulders. Your hazel brown eyes glistening  beautifully as sunlight draws over you. Not forgetting your cute button  nose and your heart-melting smile. No wonder guys fall for you at first  sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't wrong with the impression i gave you when i first  met you. You were indeed a cheerful and bubbly girl. It's as if you are  carrying an air of happiness around you; people would be having smiles  on their faces just by being with you. I was even happier when i was  able to become your friend over the next few weeks in school, followed  after a closer and closer friend. We shared our lives together through  meals at the mall, we shared laughter and our problems, always looking  out for one another's backs; there for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon  after the many times we spent together, I was too blind to realise that I  had feelings for you. The girl I had been looking for. Everything  changed. Every movement you made, every thing you talked about became  more increasingly important to me as if it would have affected my life;  to what i think of you, to what i think of myself. I confessed my  feelings for you soon after, it wasn't hard to be honest, as i felt that  we were friends for many, many years. I never had a friend like you, so  caring, so trusthworthy. My feelings for you grew stronger and stronger  each time we spent time together. I fell in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we  became a couple and went through the many general things couples faced  through together. We survived through quarrels, conflicts and problems.  But I am glad to say that the worst is what i see, over. I would never  hurt you, not mentioning letting anyone else hurt you. I will always be  your best friend, your boyfriend and maybe one day, if god allows it,  your husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this letter to tell you how i felt about  you, but even so, I don't think even these words were even enough to  represent the love i have in me for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future is rigged  with many unforeseen circumstances, situations and problems, thus  anything can happen. So promise me Syafiqah, if anything should happen  as to ruin the happiness we have now, we will continue to be strong in  mind and soul, always be there for each other and always be in each  other's hearts. Promise me, Syafiqah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving you always,&lt;br /&gt;(Justin)  Yang Jia He.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i promise Yang Jiahe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and another one more by my dearest diyanah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://holycricketjuice.tumblr.com/"&gt;                              &lt;/a&gt;                  &lt;!--2--&gt;         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" id="content"&gt;                                                                                                           &lt;div class="post"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                             &lt;div class="quote long"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nurul Syafiqah  Mahmuddin. I love you more than you think i am. I treasure every minute i  have with you. I will cry when you cry. I will laugh when you laugh. I  will be there when you need me. I will treasure the friendship we hold  on until like there is no end. Cause we are like sisters than a bff! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;thank you very much. you made me realised how fortunate i am to have you around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-3291755848580447902?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/3291755848580447902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=3291755848580447902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/3291755848580447902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/3291755848580447902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-many-boyfriends-do-u-have-till-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-1325245237117132498</id><published>2010-07-12T09:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:54:13.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. I'm packed this week, not because of anything important, but because of the pulau redang trip.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm not even looking forward to it. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There's two birthday celebration on the same day! and it's a day before the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Alamak.&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/8128538-1325245237117132498?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/1325245237117132498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=1325245237117132498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/1325245237117132498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/1325245237117132498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/07/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-8060036913604636236</id><published>2010-07-08T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T21:11:03.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All those doing planting and maintenance around Singapore, I got nothing to say except, you're doing a fantabulous job. Don't stop doing whatever you are doing, if not people like me is going to destroy what you've been working hard for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to do planting today under the scorching sun within a big area. Freaking tiring. Slept in class after that, and worse, teacher caught me sleeping. Wtv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, my face's hot from the sunburn, and my body's aching, and i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;Bye everibadi.&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/8128538-8060036913604636236?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/8060036913604636236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=8060036913604636236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/8060036913604636236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/8060036913604636236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-those-doing-planting-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-5636082292502048316</id><published>2010-07-06T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T19:49:09.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;" rel="question"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i can has syafiqah? -jiahe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center;" rel="question"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;haha you already have, jiahe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;" rel="question"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;why does the sun go on shining? Why does the sea rush  to shore? Don't they know it's the end of the world?~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;haha. i have no idea. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;" rel="question"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;y u never ans my question? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;what was your question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;formspring.me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anw, the second week of school will be a breeze. That's good.&lt;br /&gt;My class was exciting yesterday. I had to go through speed dating with my classmates, whom i barely know.&lt;br /&gt;In return, we have to write comments to each other. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The comments i received wassssssssssssss:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1)Realistic (okay this was ismail to me. Dun really know what to write about him because we knew each other much more better than the rest of my classmates.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Friendly and easy to talk to :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3) Healthy, cheerful, beautiful smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4)cute, bubbly, outgoing. Mixed blood, OMG COOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5) She is a cheerful girl and her smile is sweet. Good luck for your future and try learning some dance. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahah! :D oh ya, in case you are wondering, the class is Understanding Human Relationships. So ofcourse it should be interesting. (:  &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/8128538-5636082292502048316?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/5636082292502048316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=5636082292502048316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/5636082292502048316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/5636082292502048316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-can-has-syafiqah-jiahe-haha-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-2195240257936265240</id><published>2010-07-02T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T22:37:13.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love is when you're most comfortable with him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found love in J, when i can talk to him about anything, everything. Burping right in his face. Telling him i have a tummyache, ask him check whether there is anything stuck in my teeth after eating. Being the silliest with him. Make stupid jokes. Sing songs,and even check for pimples. Cry in front of each other,  laugh at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for loving me, J.&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/8128538-2195240257936265240?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/2195240257936265240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=2195240257936265240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/2195240257936265240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/2195240257936265240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-is-when-youre-most-comfortable.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-960715178231267593</id><published>2010-07-01T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T23:45:41.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;how long can u last with your bf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;hopefully, if god's willing, there wont be an ending. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="accountReference"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/supersyaf/q/746943837"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="meta"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="a_time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love you ah darling! -diyanah ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahaha i love you tooooooo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Want a Chocolate Chip Cookie ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;how are you going to give it to me? hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;happy 5th month? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;happy happy. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;choose 1: boyfriend or bestfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;woah, why is there so many questions about best friends? hmmmm. i  can't choose. they are both equally important to me. sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;formspring.me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm trying my best to revive this blog, and not leave it just as it is. So here goes another update. Lets divide this post so that it'll be easier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;1) I caught Eclipse today w/ Syahirah, her cousin and J. For those who are planning to watch it, please skip and proceed to the next topic. Sooooo, Syahirah received free tickets, so i decided to just tag along (since it's freeee) HAHA. So yup. normal stuff; vampire loves girl, werewolf loves girl. girl loves both. Kiss here, kiss there. Argue over girl, decided to work together to save girl. Fight lasted for 5 mins(approx. during the movie.) end. Yup. that's it. Hahaha. But it was entertaining. Like like; when Jacob appeared, the whole theatre went wild, similar to when Edward proposed... and everything else that made girls go mad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;2) Oh did i tell you i won free tickets to Toy Story 3 as well. For those who are planning to watch, please skip this as well. Hahaha. So, i went around w/ J, telling everyone the ending, not the real ending of course. HAHA. So, MY ending was that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;The toys were burnt and melted to plastic. Since Andy was going to college, the toys were then moulded into files. So, when Andy was shopping for his school stuff, he came and saw a file with "Andy" on it. Thus, deciding to get it for his college. &amp;amp; they were together again....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;But ofcourse a child's movie shouldn't be like this. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;3) I am going overseas twice this year. Firstly, is that i'm going to Pulau Redang on the cruise together with the CC peeps. I'm hoping to go snorkelling and enjoy my time to unwind there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Second stop is that i'm going to vietnam for 5/6 weeks. It's a school OIP, so it's not actually a vacation. I'm not really excited about it as i'll be going off on the fourth day of raya.... ): and i dun think i can go collect money. UNLESS, they make it on the first four days. Haiya, not my luck this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;4) Hmmmmmmmmmm. What else? OH, sister returned home from Mauritius. and guess what she got for me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;A dodobird keychain and a dodobird tee. HAHA. thanks lah thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-960715178231267593?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/960715178231267593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=960715178231267593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/960715178231267593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/960715178231267593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-long-can-u-last-with-your-bf.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-1702158626302313861</id><published>2010-06-29T09:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T09:43:24.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;formspring.me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Phone y'wanna buy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;currently sacrificing all my shopping for iphone 4. hopefully it's  all worth it. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;top 3 friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jiahe, Barfy, Diyanah. They are the closest to me. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i love syafiqah, love jiahe. oh wait, it's a question board so...  umm.. "?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahahhaahaha! there is such thing as a tagboard, y'know. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;if a picture paints a thousand words, then why can't i paint you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;because i have no hands~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa. or prolly because i'm no mona lisa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;superprettysyaf! see you when school reopens heehee ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHA! ((: SO KIUTTEEE FOR WAD?! seeeee you soooon kat! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;who is your best friend ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have a few best friends. can't live without them (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Are you an angel? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahah. i wish, but nope. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;how old are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm 18 this year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do you love me? (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha. hmmm, if you love me, of course i love you. ((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hello. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-1702158626302313861?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/1702158626302313861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=1702158626302313861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/1702158626302313861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/1702158626302313861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/06/formspring.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-7789511580352939374</id><published>2010-06-27T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T23:22:04.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     mr. Jay     says:&lt;br /&gt;*=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;*i'll never let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supersyafgirl. says:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-         mr. Jay     says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;*okay bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sudden change of awhhh to ....... mood.&lt;br /&gt;but still.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo you J.&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/8128538-7789511580352939374?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/7789511580352939374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=7789511580352939374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/7789511580352939374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/7789511580352939374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/06/mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-472578371268955361</id><published>2010-06-26T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T22:23:01.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've finallly completed my task that i've been procrastinating for weeks/months; and that is.........&lt;br /&gt;TO ORGANISE MY CLOTHES IN MY WARDROBE.&lt;br /&gt;Like, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent roughly two hours to sort out the clothes in the mess. In total, i have.&lt;br /&gt;a) 13 sweaters &amp;amp; jackets.&lt;br /&gt;b) 7 (uncategorised) tops.&lt;br /&gt;c) 14 t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;d) 6 shirts&lt;br /&gt;e) 12 bottoms&lt;br /&gt;f) 13 dresses&lt;br /&gt;g) 8 tunics&lt;br /&gt;h) 4 leggins&lt;br /&gt;i) 6 skirts&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; more in my sister's wardrobe which she refused to return.&lt;br /&gt;Seems little, but omg i can't believe it's so much. the irony. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, sister's off to mauritius today in the morning. Excited for her to return home with gifts. (Ahem, Sis. If you are reading this. I want something from there. Maybe a long skirt, dress, hat, shoes, sandals, bags, accesories, BUT NOT FOOD/SAND.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, me and J went to eat Popeyes and get Koi's bubble tea. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;He's still tired from his Ninja-do camp; could here it over the phone when i disturbed his sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Poor little baboon.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the great day, J.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-472578371268955361?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/472578371268955361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=472578371268955361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/472578371268955361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/472578371268955361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/06/ive-finallly-completed-my-task-that-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-2747184360522126611</id><published>2010-06-25T22:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T22:35:03.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am supposed to be packing, tgt with my elder sister.&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to be excited.&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to be flying off to my holidays tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;But too bad, school has to start on this freaking monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Mauritius. ):&lt;br /&gt;I will see you, when i don't have to attend school anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Nurul Atirah Mahmuddin&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourself during your holidays.&lt;br /&gt;I know, staying at a 5-star hotel, with a butler in your room to unpack your luggage doesn't mean you can just forget about us okay. Bring us some gifts (and not the mauritius sand.) Enjoy &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;J's back from his camp! I was kind enough to fetch him from school okay. (:&lt;br /&gt;I know you are tired J, rest well okay.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&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/8128538-2747184360522126611?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/2747184360522126611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=2747184360522126611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/2747184360522126611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/2747184360522126611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-supposed-to-be-packing-tgt-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-5011763682465977113</id><published>2010-06-24T13:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T01:36:59.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm aching all over, esp. my thighs. But somehow it felt good, because it actually means that i was exercising during the camp!&lt;br /&gt;Of course it would hurt; with the walk to and fro, for the past four days. Not only walking, but carrying heavy stuff. I suddenly feel so fit and strong. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Aerobics camp. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So cool or whut? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. &amp;amp; you wanna know what is the most interesting thing(S) that happened during the camp?&lt;br /&gt;1) we had a scary experience in the loft.&lt;br /&gt;2)there were 6 males in the camp.&lt;br /&gt;3) i was dreading on the first day of camp, but now, i wished it was longer. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANW, i escaped from camp for a few hours to take my btt (fyi. basic theory test. ) and guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;I passed. heh heh heh. one down, alot more to go.&lt;br /&gt;k. i wanna watch slumdog millionaire with the sistas now.&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/8128538-5011763682465977113?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/5011763682465977113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=5011763682465977113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/5011763682465977113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/5011763682465977113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-aching-all-over-esp.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-6707072404518700087</id><published>2010-06-20T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T13:40:39.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt; I love every single fibre of your being; from your beautiful eyes, hair, personality, uniqueness, compatible weirdness, forgivibility to your toenails and constipation. I love you. :)&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/8128538-6707072404518700087?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/6707072404518700087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=6707072404518700087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/6707072404518700087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/6707072404518700087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/06/p.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-3488880880062101185</id><published>2010-06-17T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T21:08:15.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life is filled with RNA. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(okay, pronounced as irony. aiyah think only HLM will get it.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that a two-seater car is more expensive than one of the biggest vehicle on the road? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(da bus.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-3488880880062101185?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/3488880880062101185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=3488880880062101185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/3488880880062101185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/3488880880062101185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-is-filled-with-rna.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-8790015167439086289</id><published>2010-06-16T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T22:23:51.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear everyone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been neglecting my virtual life, because i am so busy with my reality life.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe i'm just too sick and tired of being in front of the laptop every single day, waiting for my social (virtual) life to increase, by checking my facebook notifications, emails, chatboxes and everything else. I realised i do not have to do this frequently, because it'll still be there. So i've shortened my virtual life, and lengthened my family life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's out, and i've been soooo busy with stuff that i can't even remember. I hate it! I'm procrastinating my roomwork (which i pledged to do after my common tests) but it's still the same.&lt;br /&gt;And even if i'm not doing anything. MY BODY'S ACHING LIKE MAD. i have no idea why. prolly because of the weather, or maybe it's my sisters who squeezed me in the middle of the bed when sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see what i've been doing for the past month (or so?)&lt;br /&gt;1. Studying.&lt;br /&gt;2. Common tests.&lt;br /&gt;3. Jogging w/ J.&lt;br /&gt;4. Driving stuff w/ Diyanah.&lt;br /&gt;5. Saving money for new phone.&lt;br /&gt;6. Online shopping ):&lt;br /&gt;7. Drop Dead Diva + Glee.&lt;br /&gt;8. Aerobics.&lt;br /&gt;9. Toy Story 3.&lt;br /&gt;10. Eat sleep get fat and still cannot shit. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup.&lt;br /&gt;I changed my skin so as to keep me attach to this blog (for now.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-8790015167439086289?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/8790015167439086289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=8790015167439086289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/8790015167439086289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/8790015167439086289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-everyone-ive-been-neglecting-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-2869123883893587501</id><published>2010-05-29T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T11:08:30.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Dear J,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon, bon bon head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today, and i felt an overwhelming feeling that i've never felt before. It's the feeling of missing almost everyone; and now, i barely knew anyone (except for J and polymates) because everyone's been so busy lately with their lives. I've been busy as well, i admit. But, i hate this feeling, because it will make me think back of all the memories i had with everyone; you, her, him, them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything, everyone. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;do you guys miss me too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-2869123883893587501?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/2869123883893587501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=2869123883893587501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/2869123883893587501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/2869123883893587501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-j-get-well-soon-bon-bon-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-7611766900469216894</id><published>2010-05-22T13:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T13:07:10.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Dear J,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nice to me for wad?&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been super busy; i didn't even have the even switch on the tv at home; or sit and talk with my family ): I feel so guilty for not spending more time at home; thinking about it just makes my eyes watery. I counted the hours i spent in school, than at home. and i realised that i just go home, to have my sleep, and then i'm off to school the next day.&lt;br /&gt;I hate how time consuming school has been for this semester; with all the projects and the lecturers pushing the dateline so close together. It's so unfair. I miss my family. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, today is the only day i have extra free time because i'm tired of revising; and decided to update this.&lt;br /&gt;School's unfair ):&lt;br /&gt;I want spend time with my family and friends. ):&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/8128538-7611766900469216894?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/7611766900469216894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=7611766900469216894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/7611766900469216894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/7611766900469216894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-j-so-nice-to-me-for-wad-d-xoxo-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-7629633114449995932</id><published>2010-05-01T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T00:21:54.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Dear J,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't promise me life filled with luxury,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you gave me a life full of sunshine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, i feel blessed. Even though i may have a few troubles in my mind about school and stuff, here and there in my mind, i feel very happy. Because i know, that i will never be alone. I'm glad i met J because i know deeply, he loves me for who i am, and doesn't care whether i'm short, or fat, or having a bad hair day, or have a booger in my nose, or eyebags, or double chin, or flabby tummy, or etc. because he's the one who made me smile, after a bad day, the one who'll make me laugh after a sad phase, the one who'll cry with me when i'm crying, the one who'll fetch me late at night, the one who'll carry my laptop voluntarily, the one who'll watch gossip girl and desperate housewives with me, and alot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i made the right choice for being with J. I think i would never be as happy, or as fortunate as how i am now, if i'm with someone else. I think he would never dare to hurt me, or cheat behind my back, or toy with my feelings, or even have an eyecandy in school. He's a ladies man, he's sociable and friendly, he'll talk to any girl he wants. But i dun have to worry, because there's really nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i know,&lt;br /&gt;he really do love me.&lt;br /&gt;and J, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S9xU974NhII/AAAAAAAACJk/UEmd9kQAirk/s1600/iPhone+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S9xU974NhII/AAAAAAAACJk/UEmd9kQAirk/s320/iPhone+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466337470743151746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8128538-7629633114449995932?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/7629633114449995932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=7629633114449995932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/7629633114449995932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/7629633114449995932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-j-you-didnt-promise-me-life-filled.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S9xU974NhII/AAAAAAAACJk/UEmd9kQAirk/s72-c/iPhone+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-5053739656624490005</id><published>2010-04-24T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T22:21:29.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Dear J,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Why are you so mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Adorably mean, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First week of school and i already learnt more stuff than i thought i would.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;, i don't feel at all lazy to pay attention in class because it's just so interesting and nice.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i really do surprise myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the Friday, me and J went to SPCA, cause i have a sudden interest in rabbits.&lt;br /&gt;especially those baby rabbits i saw on google or up for sale on the net.&lt;br /&gt;I saw one that is heart-melting; and it is very unique but it's selling for $350 bucks. Ya; and so i thought..&lt;br /&gt;WHY BUY WHEN I CAN ADOPT FOR FREEEE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya. So i was greeted by dogs; in cages that is.&lt;br /&gt;So it's fine.&lt;br /&gt;And of course deep down i was already freaked out by the animals, but looking at my J being so cute around the animals, i started opening up to the cats.&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe i entered the cattery where you can just play with the cats in the room.&lt;br /&gt;Erna would love it.&lt;br /&gt;and ya, so we were in there and the cats were so fierce but friendly; one jumped onto J's lap and soon after clawed him.&lt;br /&gt;J must have tickled his angry nerve or smth.&lt;br /&gt;And i, was being all jumpy and alert so as to get far from the adult cats.&lt;br /&gt;So scary, i dun like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part was to see the small animals.&lt;br /&gt;There isnt much rabbits, but there's one named Pepper, so adorable and timid. But so fat and huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S9L6E-dhacI/AAAAAAAACJM/1pHzq2ABebA/s1600/IMG_0853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S9L6E-dhacI/AAAAAAAACJM/1pHzq2ABebA/s320/IMG_0853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463704261347076546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh this is not pepper.&lt;br /&gt;I can't take picture of it because it's hiding behind the the the the the thing.&lt;br /&gt;this is lyra. may be considering taking him in if pepper dun want me ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i fell in love with the kittens there!&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why i like kittens and not cats.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i can take care of the kittens, and pass to J after it has grown up,&lt;br /&gt;BUT that'll be so evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S9L6FrZv-_I/AAAAAAAACJc/ZjvOTTNFcIk/s1600/IMG_0850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S9L6FrZv-_I/AAAAAAAACJc/ZjvOTTNFcIk/s320/IMG_0850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463704273410849778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S9L6Fc7qhOI/AAAAAAAACJU/zhlPvizxx7E/s1600/IMG_0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S9L6Fc7qhOI/AAAAAAAACJU/zhlPvizxx7E/s320/IMG_0851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463704269526566114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loooook at their faces.&lt;br /&gt;especially the right one.&lt;br /&gt;awh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's go here again!&lt;br /&gt;and arf, when are we going the pasir ris pet farm?&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/8128538-5053739656624490005?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/5053739656624490005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=5053739656624490005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/5053739656624490005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/5053739656624490005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-j-why-are-you-so-mean-adorably.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S9L6E-dhacI/AAAAAAAACJM/1pHzq2ABebA/s72-c/IMG_0853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-3322886952534005791</id><published>2010-04-19T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:04:20.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear J,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Je t'aime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt new stuff today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bonjour Madame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bonjour Monsieur. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Comment vous vous appelez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Je m'appelle Syafiqah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Et vous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Je m'appalle J. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Je suis Singapourien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vous etes Singapourienne?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ooi, oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;J, c'est mon amie Karen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Karen, c'est mon amie J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enchante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Au revoir!&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/8128538-3322886952534005791?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/3322886952534005791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=3322886952534005791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/3322886952534005791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/3322886952534005791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-j-je-taime.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-2195057778648285334</id><published>2010-04-18T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:52:15.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Dear J,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate all the silly things that make us fight.&lt;br /&gt;But i love loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL'S TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, i can't wait because i lublurbluvlurvelove poly-life!&lt;br /&gt;Yayyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;I am ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go~&lt;br /&gt;:D&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/8128538-2195057778648285334?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/2195057778648285334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=2195057778648285334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/2195057778648285334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/2195057778648285334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-j-i-hate-all-silly-things-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-6790145389448974295</id><published>2010-04-16T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T22:22:32.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Dear J,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;MLIA but your LGMH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;S.&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/8128538-6790145389448974295?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/6790145389448974295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=6790145389448974295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/6790145389448974295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/6790145389448974295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-j-mlia-but-your-lgmh.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-4629772678520294986</id><published>2010-04-12T17:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T18:40:11.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear J,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from the hiatus part from my virtual world. Maybe I've been too busy to update it, or too tired, or prolly just lazy. But one thing's for sure; i'll update it once all that procrastination is gone. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! Have you wondered what's on the 99th day of the year?&lt;br /&gt;It's my birthday! Coincidently, 9 is my favourite number; thus explaining why it is so!&lt;br /&gt;But for every 4 years, it'll fall on the 100th day due to the 29th febuary kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;So whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th april 2010.&lt;br /&gt;Early morning i wake up~ (bap bap)&lt;br /&gt;I get ready and put on my make-up~ haha.&lt;br /&gt;As Eddie and Huixian decided to bring me somewhere for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;So had breakfast at delifrance first; and then went off to discovery centre.&lt;br /&gt;had fun; went to the exhibition and evth. But i couldn't help but wondered what was in store for me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, i went off the meet J at jp since he told me that we're going vivocity. So my mind's all set and different scenarios are playing in my mind; but i dun really know what to expect. I was already waiting for him at our usual; but he suddenly call and asked me to meet at coffee bean instead. I was confused because i know that he don't like coffeebean and why in the world would he be drinking there. So yup; i was ready to ask him the questions i had in mind due to the weird request; and there THEY were.&lt;br /&gt;It was Barf and J sitting together laughing happily.&lt;br /&gt;yup the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAA!&lt;br /&gt;neh; wouldn't think he would be stupid enough to cheat behind my back with my best barf. (J, read this.)&lt;br /&gt;So ya! i stood in awe; didn't know what to process in my mind. it was totally blank. So yepppp!&lt;br /&gt;That was the first surprise~&lt;br /&gt;J and Barf getting along together; without my help,&lt;br /&gt;and what a relief! :D&lt;br /&gt;Slacked at coffeebean a while; and went off to vivo afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;To Barf: Thanks for the pleasant surprise! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So vivo; we went to collect our movie tickets since J already purchased it online.&lt;br /&gt;and we walked around aimlessly. My main focus is to shop; since we are already walking aimlessly. But he refused to let me go, and i was sort of pissed and was getting on his nerve, and i could see that he was stressed out for whatever reason but i dun dare to ask. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;So ya. After walking round and round; we finally stopped (in the middle of the shelter as it was raining.) He wanted to take out smth from bag; but then i suddenly heard a group of people singing a birthday song! So i turned;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was Diyanah, Murni AND Hazry!&lt;br /&gt;OMG; my primary schoolmates, secondary schmate and polymates came to give me a surprise; and it was real goooood!&lt;br /&gt;I know it must be hard to gather all the people who J doesn't know well to work with him just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now i know why he's been so stressed out lately. :D&lt;br /&gt;thanks J.&lt;br /&gt;to D, M and H: Thank you so much guys for the cake and the lovely lunch together!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we head off to lunch at pizza hut;&lt;br /&gt;and then to the cinemas to watch Date Night. It was hilarious. Should go and watch it. (:&lt;br /&gt;and then we head off home since i was tired.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;ya.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing much to say here because those memories are real special, and no matter how i put it in words, it will never be as special as those memories.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for the surprise and for stressing out and for getting me different presents just for my 18th.&lt;br /&gt;It's truly an Exciting Eighteen for me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for pictures;&lt;br /&gt;apparently i can't upload here for god-knows why.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm gonna upload it someday else.&lt;br /&gt;:D&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/8128538-4629772678520294986?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/4629772678520294986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=4629772678520294986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/4629772678520294986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/4629772678520294986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-j-im-thinking-about-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-776888371082161626</id><published>2010-04-07T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:14:01.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Dear J,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why you online one ah?"&lt;br /&gt;First few MSN words.&lt;br /&gt;And what was yours?&lt;br /&gt;"-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ah.&lt;br /&gt;But no worries,&lt;br /&gt;I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So!&lt;br /&gt;Today i made a lot of stupid bad decisions, that made me got lost, walked a few km longer, and also travelled the opposite way that i want to.&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think i'm dumb.&lt;br /&gt;But i dun want to be dumb ):&lt;br /&gt;I am not dumb.&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/8128538-776888371082161626?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/776888371082161626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=776888371082161626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/776888371082161626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/776888371082161626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-j-why-you-online-one-ah-first-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-938694092966392893</id><published>2010-04-06T21:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T09:21:11.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Dear J (and everyone else reading this.),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so i've been busy working for the past two days.&lt;br /&gt;As what, you might be wondering.&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh, as a relief teacher at a kindergarten!&lt;br /&gt;It was such a great opportunity; because i've always been interested in early childhood, but too bad for me, it wasn't fated.&lt;br /&gt;So yep; took up this challenge, oh boy it was super tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prolly because i didnt have enough sleep the day before, and also it was something new and learning things while applying it and taking care of the children and trying to catch their attention is one great big work!&lt;br /&gt;But indeed,&lt;br /&gt;I had lotsa fun fun fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;So adorable and so cuteeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup today i had to relief the pre-nursery and K1 kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S7syWVbaHrI/AAAAAAAACI8/NiwSLw_laHA/s1600/IMG_0815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S7syWVbaHrI/AAAAAAAACI8/NiwSLw_laHA/s320/IMG_0815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457010732780101298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pre-nursery kidsssssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;They are already smart and adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S7syU3Ll-LI/AAAAAAAACIk/0MUswgZj7qE/s1600/IMG_0819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S7syU3Ll-LI/AAAAAAAACIk/0MUswgZj7qE/s320/IMG_0819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457010707480836274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the k1s!&lt;br /&gt;love this classsssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S7syVxWE8yI/AAAAAAAACI0/rBcq5olcwvM/s1600/IMG_0817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S7syVxWE8yI/AAAAAAAACI0/rBcq5olcwvM/s320/IMG_0817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457010723094065954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S7syXKExR0I/AAAAAAAACJE/2M5ANOU1xIY/s1600/IMG_0816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S7syXKExR0I/AAAAAAAACJE/2M5ANOU1xIY/s320/IMG_0816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457010746912229186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorable you know!&lt;br /&gt;the middle girl at the front suddenly came up to me and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Miss Syaf, you are hot."&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's the hot hot, you know not the temperature-hot. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i said i have to go already, and ask who wanted to gimme a hug,&lt;br /&gt;all of them stood up and crowd all around me, and gimme one group hug.&lt;br /&gt;I never felt soo, hugged.&lt;br /&gt;so tight, with beautiful smiles.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S7syVeLBKYI/AAAAAAAACIs/adk9PWGkCJ8/s1600/IMG_0818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S7syVeLBKYI/AAAAAAAACIs/adk9PWGkCJ8/s320/IMG_0818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457010717947406722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received lotsa compliments today.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;        mr. Jay     says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Aku sedang menunggu wanita cantik  saya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*apa yang kau lakukan ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Kadang-kadang kita jatuh dan tidak  dapat bangkit kembali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kami bersembunyi di balik kulit yang  terlalu sukar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kenapa kita tidak mengatakan aku  mencintaimu hanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sampai ke akhir, itu belum terlambat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Gotta hidup seperti kita  sekarat~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDITTED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OKAY YANG JIAHE. I UNDERSTOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you just typed, sorry but i really don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;No worries, i still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-938694092966392893?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/938694092966392893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=938694092966392893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/938694092966392893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/938694092966392893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-j-and-everyone-else-reading-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S7syWVbaHrI/AAAAAAAACI8/NiwSLw_laHA/s72-c/IMG_0815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-6961159138692976215</id><published>2010-04-04T10:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T10:26:35.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Dear J,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice of you to meet my whole family.&lt;br /&gt;And i really appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, so yesterday had aerobics early in the morning; yeah. only 6 ppl attended so we had the studio all to ourselves. the instructor was a hot china-who-look-like-a-typical-chinese-singaporean. and omg, i felt awkward moving yesterday. She was so seductive; it's as though she was seducing me. I swear to god that i was feeling all awkward and weird yesterday. which is so bad. I was like thinking--. no nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that J fetched me at jp and then we head off to my place to just relax. I didn't know the rest of the whole family was coming-mama in, papa 2, and sis's bf's family. That made him nervous and anxious. Even though he tried denying; i know he still was scared. (: But he made through it well. Congrats, Yang Jiahe. You have nothing to fear anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;i finally am done with the aerobics tee which took me hours and hours of designing. Thank goddddddddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright; i'm off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-6961159138692976215?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/6961159138692976215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=6961159138692976215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/6961159138692976215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/6961159138692976215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-j-nice-of-you-to-meet-my-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-1686010499014955027</id><published>2010-04-01T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T21:58:23.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Dear J,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i look into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;i saw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the worse sleep. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;woke up infinity of times, due to constant disturbance.&lt;br /&gt;Not all are annoying. But there was really one that pissed me off. like i'm seriously. I can't even describe how frustrated i was.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. let you guess which one was the most frustrating one k.&lt;br /&gt;1. J called me because i accidently called him and he thought something happened to me. No wonder he sounded serious. Awh. (:&lt;br /&gt;2. Soon after that Azlan called me. He sounded sad and serious. Asked me to accompany him go hospital because our dear friend were admitted. I was so shocked, i literally sat up, with eyes wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Duh, he laughed and ya. april's fool. I don't know why, but he always get me. maybe i'm really a fool on april.&lt;br /&gt;3. It was already 3 plus, and then suddenly there was this shrieking noise at the bus stop. Followed by tamil songs (some are with eerie ladies high-pitch voice) and very loud laughters and shouting. LIKE HELLO. IT'S ALREADY 3 AM, AND THE BUS STOP IS NOT A PLACE FOR YOU TO LIKE GATHER AFTER YOU ARE DRUNK.&lt;br /&gt;and so i moved my whole body and slept with my grandma; which was so peaceful and cosy.&lt;br /&gt;4. After two hours, i found out i was alone. So i ran out, and slept with in my mom's room. I think it's a daily routine already since fatin has to go to school early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;5. and then, my alarm clock rang. and it's at the totally way out of timing. i totally forget about my clock being 20 mins slower. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course.&lt;br /&gt;the most frustrating one was no. 3. I was 0n the edge of calling the police to lodge a complaint, but i really couldn't be bothered because my eyes were still sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on 1st of april;&lt;br /&gt;YAY, MY FAVOURITE MONTH OF TH YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;went out with my polymates!&lt;br /&gt;to celebrate erna's birthday which was a week ago?&lt;br /&gt;Had fun; had seoul garden. had pictures to post up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;okay time to play plants and zombies.&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/8128538-1686010499014955027?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/1686010499014955027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=1686010499014955027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/1686010499014955027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/1686010499014955027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-j-when-i-look-into-your-eyes-i-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-7027176991377837604</id><published>2010-03-30T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:42:07.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Dear J,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S7IKZYMBR4I/AAAAAAAACIc/biT62zNvS-4/s1600/IMG_0806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S7IKZYMBR4I/AAAAAAAACIc/biT62zNvS-4/s320/IMG_0806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454433529804965762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only you look like a thief,&lt;br /&gt;you look like a shark now too.&lt;br /&gt;But it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;You're wimme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long dayyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Went everywhere, anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off to jp to accompany barf to settle her meetings.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Ate Fig &amp;amp; Olive since Swensens was packed.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Went Mount Faber&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Vivo to watch When In Rome&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Dinner&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;A long stroll home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun, we debated alot, learnt alot.&lt;br /&gt;I think that's the purpose of relationships.&lt;br /&gt;To teach us more in our lives; to guide us into how to live better. To accept one another.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S7IKWr_UagI/AAAAAAAACH8/P-wU3614F0w/s1600/IMG_0789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S7IKWr_UagI/AAAAAAAACH8/P-wU3614F0w/s320/IMG_0789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454433483580795394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S7IKYVw035I/AAAAAAAACIM/6axe2rPJq_o/s1600/IMG_0797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S7IKYVw035I/AAAAAAAACIM/6axe2rPJq_o/s320/IMG_0797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454433511974166418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baked for him brownies. with like m&amp;amp;Ms.&lt;br /&gt;in case you were trying hard to read the word,&lt;br /&gt;it's burp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S7IKY8AaczI/AAAAAAAACIU/0KoXEyzP-wo/s1600/IMG_0798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S7IKY8AaczI/AAAAAAAACIU/0KoXEyzP-wo/s320/IMG_0798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454433522240090930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not only that,&lt;br /&gt;i sewed him this small cute little pouch.&lt;br /&gt;Managed to complete it within a day.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S7IKXcc33EI/AAAAAAAACIE/uQMN9W7Kz-0/s1600/IMG_0793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S7IKXcc33EI/AAAAAAAACIE/uQMN9W7Kz-0/s320/IMG_0793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454433496589655106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smack you Yang Jiahe.&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/8128538-7027176991377837604?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/7027176991377837604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=7027176991377837604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/7027176991377837604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/7027176991377837604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-j-not-only-you-look-like-thief-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S7IKZYMBR4I/AAAAAAAACIc/biT62zNvS-4/s72-c/IMG_0806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-6128776762158225751</id><published>2010-03-28T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T22:01:08.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Dear J,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the repeated I-love-yous over and over again doesn't fall on deaf ears.&lt;br /&gt;My heart heard you, and replied you over and over too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;Okay i woke up early because i had tutoring; so my eyes were half-closed and was trying so hard to keep it open. But god-knows-why, as soon as i stepped out of the house i was jumping and grinning so excitedly because i went out with J and Diyanah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to go to the flea market, walked, squeezed, sweat-ed, spent, snapped, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Got myself two tops; a high-cut sneakers. Ya, whatever right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. It was normal, sucha hot day, millions of people, so we decided to just head west until we were lost about where we are going. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end; ended up having dinner with my family.&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so after that sent J home..&lt;br /&gt;D came over...&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Earth Hour..&lt;br /&gt;Sent D home...&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S69cdLAhHsI/AAAAAAAACHs/tqfuq1Z8vLQ/s1600/IMG_0775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S69cdLAhHsI/AAAAAAAACHs/tqfuq1Z8vLQ/s320/IMG_0775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453679330009882306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S69ccxnRozI/AAAAAAAACHk/FaQS1jyGTD8/s1600/IMG_0771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S69ccxnRozI/AAAAAAAACHk/FaQS1jyGTD8/s320/IMG_0771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453679323193123634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we spotted these few scary people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S69ccWUNdyI/AAAAAAAACHc/Pykf3sIQJBI/s1600/IMG_0770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S69ccWUNdyI/AAAAAAAACHc/Pykf3sIQJBI/s320/IMG_0770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453679315865401122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S69bPfQHtTI/AAAAAAAACHU/m4UWMbEYJNw/s1600/IMG_0769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S69bPfQHtTI/AAAAAAAACHU/m4UWMbEYJNw/s320/IMG_0769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453677995414238514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S69bO2XfU3I/AAAAAAAACHM/ZNWNtkPK4Zc/s1600/IMG_0768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S69bO2XfU3I/AAAAAAAACHM/ZNWNtkPK4Zc/s320/IMG_0768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453677984439292786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S69bL_X3spI/AAAAAAAACHE/QZBWcYsu53c/s1600/IMG_0767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S69bL_X3spI/AAAAAAAACHE/QZBWcYsu53c/s320/IMG_0767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453677935317201554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S69bKy-ceEI/AAAAAAAACG8/HPu68c91wBw/s1600/IMG_0766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S69bKy-ceEI/AAAAAAAACG8/HPu68c91wBw/s320/IMG_0766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453677914809464898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S69bKmVz6YI/AAAAAAAACG0/Jy92hVQRjeE/s1600/IMG_0765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S69bKmVz6YI/AAAAAAAACG0/Jy92hVQRjeE/s320/IMG_0765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453677911417809282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S69cdjfUJdI/AAAAAAAACH0/Ib7xAsJwNTs/s1600/IMG_0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S69cdjfUJdI/AAAAAAAACH0/Ib7xAsJwNTs/s320/IMG_0780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453679336581506514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma happy kid.&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/8128538-6128776762158225751?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/6128776762158225751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=6128776762158225751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/6128776762158225751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/6128776762158225751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-j-all-repeated-i-love-yous-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S69cdLAhHsI/AAAAAAAACHs/tqfuq1Z8vLQ/s72-c/IMG_0775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-6727529528814664816</id><published>2010-03-26T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T23:13:24.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Dear J,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be the same,&lt;br /&gt;if we never meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my day went like this.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up -&gt;School -&gt;Home -&gt; Sleep&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I know right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i decided to invite J over since i don't feel like going out.&lt;br /&gt;YEPPP.&lt;br /&gt;Hanged out, checked timetable, ate, plants&amp;amp;zombie-d, watched tv, went to the supermarket, talked, laughed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that my mom and dad has grown to know him.&lt;br /&gt;I love it when my mom played games on his iphone, and when my dad shouted "HI boy!" as soon as he entered home.&lt;br /&gt;To add on, i love it when my grandma cares so much about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's my bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god they love my bestfriend, because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I love him too.&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/8128538-6727529528814664816?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/6727529528814664816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=6727529528814664816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/6727529528814664816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/6727529528814664816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-j-ill-never-be-same-if-we-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-4334228395712579339</id><published>2010-03-23T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T22:39:02.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Dear J,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to be there to  share your joy, and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S6jRfPaStkI/AAAAAAAACGs/HETkAa9i7Vg/s1600-h/IMG_0752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S6jRfPaStkI/AAAAAAAACGs/HETkAa9i7Vg/s320/IMG_0752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451837683574945346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S6jRei_R6vI/AAAAAAAACGk/GY77anHyHBE/s1600-h/IMG_0753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S6jRei_R6vI/AAAAAAAACGk/GY77anHyHBE/s320/IMG_0753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451837671650487026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been eating alot. &amp;amp; also have been stressing alot. ):&lt;br /&gt;I should stop doing this, it's unhealthy for me.&lt;br /&gt;J's got an iphone, wo bu xi huan ing wei ta will show off to me.&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind yang jiahe. Ni hen chao.&lt;br /&gt;Wo will get a new phone by october, and wo will show it off to you.&lt;br /&gt;Just you wait, boyf.&lt;br /&gt;But afterall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-4334228395712579339?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/4334228395712579339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=4334228395712579339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/4334228395712579339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/4334228395712579339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-j-im-glad-to-be-there-to-share.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S6jRfPaStkI/AAAAAAAACGs/HETkAa9i7Vg/s72-c/IMG_0752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-7862896938144012141</id><published>2010-03-22T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:33:06.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear J,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most prettiest thing about you,&lt;br /&gt;is your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;S.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S6dw4KhHNfI/AAAAAAAACGc/7SRZESJJHNE/s1600-h/sad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S6dw4KhHNfI/AAAAAAAACGc/7SRZESJJHNE/s320/sad.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451449984153499122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you guys know why i love him?&lt;br /&gt;It's because i kept falling in love with him over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-7862896938144012141?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/7862896938144012141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=7862896938144012141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/7862896938144012141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/7862896938144012141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-j-most-prettiest-thing-about-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S6dw4KhHNfI/AAAAAAAACGc/7SRZESJJHNE/s72-c/sad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-2290140416250614055</id><published>2010-03-21T19:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T20:08:46.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear J,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the J to my Jiahe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out on a date!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;no, it's not with J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S6YKxtJ4VMI/AAAAAAAACGU/Q_k3jSwHDn4/s1600-h/IMG_0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S6YKxtJ4VMI/AAAAAAAACGU/Q_k3jSwHDn4/s320/IMG_0738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451056248029467842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss Iklil Nur Atiqah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S6YKxBxIiHI/AAAAAAAACGM/xZMUVtHalgY/s1600-h/IMG_0737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S6YKxBxIiHI/AAAAAAAACGM/xZMUVtHalgY/s320/IMG_0737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451056236382947442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and her bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup!&lt;br /&gt;and the destination is.....&lt;br /&gt;to the indoor stadium for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S6YKwrm4_lI/AAAAAAAACGE/Q2eK3zGUzyA/s1600-h/IMG_0740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S6YKwrm4_lI/AAAAAAAACGE/Q2eK3zGUzyA/s320/IMG_0740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451056230434405970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice trip, with only me and her. I get to bond with her more. &amp;amp;boy! She's one big talking girl! She kept asking me what's the jungle for, how to count 1-10 in mandarin, to sing along with her in the bus, tell me a story about Sang Nila Utama, and saying that the goofy on the disney on ice is nonsense! Like seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S6YKwQPGLvI/AAAAAAAACF8/AGTr_aEWHHY/s1600-h/IMG_0744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S6YKwQPGLvI/AAAAAAAACF8/AGTr_aEWHHY/s320/IMG_0744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451056223086849778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeee, even she said to act belo in the picture (which i didn't, of course.)&lt;br /&gt;She's so smart, like seriously. She talked to me from A to 9.&lt;br /&gt;And at last, it wasn't her who was worn out, but me.&lt;br /&gt;I had to beg her to keep quiet because i need the sleep in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S6YKvgc0SNI/AAAAAAAACF0/Nxb3fPWr428/s1600-h/IMG_0749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S6YKvgc0SNI/AAAAAAAACF0/Nxb3fPWr428/s320/IMG_0749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451056210259495122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that,&lt;br /&gt;she's smarter in making me go her way.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to get her anything from there, but she said this exact line, which made me give in.&lt;br /&gt;"Kakak Iqah.... You have sisters, but i am your cousin right...?"&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo, you should see her face.&lt;br /&gt;One smart girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-2290140416250614055?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/2290140416250614055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=2290140416250614055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/2290140416250614055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/2290140416250614055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-j-you-are-j-to-my-jiahe.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S6YKxtJ4VMI/AAAAAAAACGU/Q_k3jSwHDn4/s72-c/IMG_0738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-4585535802722734354</id><published>2010-03-20T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T22:40:33.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear J,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Barf said you look like James.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But i think you are better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(HAHAH, BARFY.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so guess how i spent my Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, whatever your guess is, it's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Cause, i've been...............&lt;br /&gt;Hiphop dancing!&lt;br /&gt;(I know, right. Syafiqah + Hiphop dancing = WHAT?! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, but i did it!&lt;br /&gt;I survived and felt how it was like to be a dancer. Not that it's bad or anything, but i think that i just are not born to dance because of my stiffness and my low self-esteem. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad, but i'm seriously sick of the Immabee immabee immma imma immabeee song. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and i danced not bad k. I AM SERIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should take up dancing, soon.&lt;br /&gt;or, maybe not. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so after that, i was excited becauseeeee.... I gotta help Barfy Warfy with her saturday classes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S6Ta7gy6LvI/AAAAAAAACFc/Ght3AFbR0EI/s1600-h/Image005_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S6Ta7gy6LvI/AAAAAAAACFc/Ght3AFbR0EI/s320/Image005_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450722164975742706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the million colour pencils.. I remembered i hate colouring because i have to colour real hard so there won't be any white holes. End up, the paper will tear, or my hands will get tired and i will give up. ): But now, i miss colouring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S6Ta8M5nldI/AAAAAAAACFs/UimAJSQDyVQ/s1600-h/Image004_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S6Ta8M5nldI/AAAAAAAACFs/UimAJSQDyVQ/s320/Image004_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450722176815044050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cute little K-1 students doing their indian hats! UH-DORA-BLE!&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of this, the girl nearest to the left, started saying,&lt;br /&gt;SWIPER NO SWIPPING!&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahaha. Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S6Ta7xS1IjI/AAAAAAAACFk/H9rofHF966M/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S6Ta7xS1IjI/AAAAAAAACFk/H9rofHF966M/s320/Image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450722169404596786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During story-telling. They were so attentive to the story. and see the girl behind the boy.&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S SO ADORABLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of fatin when she's young because of her big eyes.&lt;br /&gt;So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;there was this primary two boy, who said that i have 2 moles on my face loudly. HAHA. what, i don't even count my moles. Just got a feeling, he's gonna grow up to be an accountant or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though i was there to help and assist Barf, I was observing the little things that they do. Like putting worksheets into files, like doing math questions, like lining up and singing the goodbye song, like writing on the dotted lines. You know, there's no such things in poly. And i kinda miss all those things.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;i want to have an office like her mom's. So cosy, and comfortable. nice to work in. Hope to work in that kind of condition.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Barf, Thanks Tiktuk.&lt;br /&gt;:D&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/8128538-4585535802722734354?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/4585535802722734354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=4585535802722734354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/4585535802722734354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/4585535802722734354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-j-barf-said-you-look-like-james.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S6Ta7gy6LvI/AAAAAAAACFc/Ght3AFbR0EI/s72-c/Image005_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-1879938834356803015</id><published>2010-03-19T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T12:24:48.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear J,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you feel the magic in the air?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be eighteen soon. I still feel like a little girl, and i'm seriously waiting for that one day, when i truly realise, that i'm not that little girl anymore. Maybe it's due to the fact that i'm the third child, which means that i'm still younger than the elder sister and the brudder. But, something is wrong when you feel that the youngest in the family, is much more matured than you are. Or prolly because, i read too much blogs, which truly proves that they are still in the fantasy world, and update about life, that they are not really living in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting to get the fact smack into my brain.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, Syafiqah. You're 18.&lt;br /&gt;Time to grow up, and face reality.&lt;br /&gt;Feel the pain, feel the true joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-1879938834356803015?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/1879938834356803015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=1879938834356803015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/1879938834356803015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/1879938834356803015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-j-can-you-feel-magic-in-air-xoxo-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-1880061812976728220</id><published>2010-03-18T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:17:56.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dear J,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Every moment i spend with you is a gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp;you do know i'll treasure it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;watched "How to Train Your Dragon" with J, and it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;K, awesome is an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;Should be..&lt;br /&gt;AWESOOMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously! You should watch it. I'll give a 87.4/5 and i'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe because it's my type of movie, you know.&lt;br /&gt;Our type of movie. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and J, gave my mom and me a gift.&lt;br /&gt;And i know my mom loves it so much, she's gonna brag to her sister.&lt;br /&gt;She's so excited like a little girl, and i'm so glad that i am able to bring joy to her, along with J.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks J, for the gift.&lt;br /&gt;She loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, is great.&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/8128538-1880061812976728220?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/1880061812976728220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=1880061812976728220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/1880061812976728220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/1880061812976728220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-j-every-moment-i-spend-with-you-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-7828311038597751800</id><published>2010-03-17T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:43:54.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>76th; Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Dear J,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Thanks for all the things you've done for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;xoxo, S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S6DaSu-oZ5I/AAAAAAAACFU/ojOXdzDL0yA/s1600-h/IMG_0707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S6DaSu-oZ5I/AAAAAAAACFU/ojOXdzDL0yA/s320/IMG_0707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449595564501526418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's my dearest Diyanah's Big Day!&lt;br /&gt;She's 18, and of course, that's a very important number.&lt;br /&gt;Legal to go pub, drink, smoke, get shagged, but stop there.&lt;br /&gt;No of course not. We're not that kind of people.&lt;br /&gt;We're more, the type that go for driving license when the ageclock strike 18!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so i decided to go over her house in the morning, to surprise her with a cupcake in one hand, and her present slinged over my shoulders. :D Woke her up from her sleep, and i'm glad i did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S6DaSHV00EI/AAAAAAAACFM/g6Z3ka2EqtU/s1600-h/IMG_0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S6DaSHV00EI/AAAAAAAACFM/g6Z3ka2EqtU/s320/IMG_0708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449595553861390402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah, the present upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S6DaRq9Wy9I/AAAAAAAACFE/w9igl2O3blE/s320/IMG_0709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449595546242567122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy birthday, Diyanah!&lt;br /&gt;May you be happy always. &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/8128538-7828311038597751800?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/7828311038597751800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=7828311038597751800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/7828311038597751800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/7828311038597751800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/03/76th-birthday.html' title='76th; Birthday'/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S6DaSu-oZ5I/AAAAAAAACFU/ojOXdzDL0yA/s72-c/IMG_0707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-2040549429814716827</id><published>2010-03-16T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:43:57.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>75th; jog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear J,&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared. But that's what love is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S5-IxnINb6I/AAAAAAAACEs/YaRI8TlqKv8/s1600-h/Fatin%E2%80%99s+%C2%B00576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S5-IxnINb6I/AAAAAAAACEs/YaRI8TlqKv8/s320/Fatin%E2%80%99s+%C2%B00576.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449224460039974818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice day today.&lt;br /&gt;Went over Barfses place, as i left my stuff there, and also, had my breakfast, and usual chitchatting moment. It's amazing how i'm able to talk from A to Z with her. Never run out of anything to talk to her. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, reached home and decided to watch tv with my brother. Soon, everyone at home joined, and we watched the matrix revolutions together. It's nice to just sit, laugh and watch attentively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is Alice in Wonderland with mummy and lil sister. My mom initiated it, and of course i dun want to lose this opportunity to watch movie with her. It has been sucha long time. The last movie we watched was what? Matrix revolution too? HAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;And oh my god, i was practically stuffing my mouth with all the junks i could grab. From hotdogs, to popcorn, to famous amos cookies, to brownies. I know right. Syaf should really stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is why.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After days, weeks, months of stuffing myself with food, i finally knock some senses into my tiny little big head, and decided to go jogging at the jw stadium. It's the first time i went with my always-jogging partner, and i had fun. Ran 2km non-stop and i am really proud of myself. Because this is like the first time i ran without stopping. YAY. Thanks partner, for not letting me down. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S5-IyaGXmAI/AAAAAAAACE0/YOEZ4Z4tR6U/s1600-h/Fatin%E2%80%99s+%C2%B00578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S5-IyaGXmAI/AAAAAAAACE0/YOEZ4Z4tR6U/s320/Fatin%E2%80%99s+%C2%B00578.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449224473722460162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S5-Iywt_l4I/AAAAAAAACE8/7EZU0RNFllY/s1600-h/Fatin%E2%80%99s+%C2%B00580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S5-Iywt_l4I/AAAAAAAACE8/7EZU0RNFllY/s320/Fatin%E2%80%99s+%C2%B00580.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449224479794239362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh, of course it's my little sister.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next jogging session : soon.&lt;br /&gt;HEH HEH HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-2040549429814716827?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/2040549429814716827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=2040549429814716827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/2040549429814716827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/2040549429814716827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/03/75th-jog.html' title='75th; jog'/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S5-IxnINb6I/AAAAAAAACEs/YaRI8TlqKv8/s72-c/Fatin%E2%80%99s+%C2%B00576.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-3570081046313508034</id><published>2010-03-15T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:25:03.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today, I was out the whole afternoon with J. Walked in the rain, laugh out loud, shared pretzels and hotdogs, tried on clothes and shoes, talked and compromise, and of course, having fun.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why it's so easy to just talk and say whatever i want with him, not because he's insensitive (oh gosh, he's the most sensitive person, ever) but because he is also good in replying back lotsa crap.&lt;br /&gt;And now, my legs are hurting real baddddddddddddddddd. Must be due to the hours and hours of walking. But who cares. I still had fun.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-3570081046313508034?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/3570081046313508034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=3570081046313508034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/3570081046313508034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/3570081046313508034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-today-i-was-out-whole-afternoon-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-7857415890873712100</id><published>2010-03-14T19:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T19:53:44.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Girl: I like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boy: That's flattering, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but i like boys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-7857415890873712100?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/7857415890873712100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=7857415890873712100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/7857415890873712100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/7857415890873712100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/03/girl-i-like-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-8158271654372722506</id><published>2010-03-13T18:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T18:16:50.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgia</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling all nostalgic at the moment, and it's all because of a song. I hate this feeling you know, even though it's all nice and sweet memories that i'm thinking right now, it made me miss all the good times i had when i was younger. Now all grown up, going to be 18, i wonder what the future will bring for me, for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I realised that i've always written down "Treasure the moment now" in my to-do-list, but i never really have it strike out yet.&lt;br /&gt;I shall do it soon, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, i'm at home. Just finished packing my wardrobe and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for J to finish his housework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S5tjsOQ_o8I/AAAAAAAACEY/MbTP31kg4WM/s1600-h/exa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S5tjsOQ_o8I/AAAAAAAACEY/MbTP31kg4WM/s320/exa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448057785629516738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i keep seeing the word "shagged" nowadays,&lt;br /&gt;i think people have misused the word, like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;So English lesson 101 : Shagged is not equal to tired/fatigue/exhausted/letih/words similar to it.&lt;br /&gt;Shag: 1) to depart.&lt;br /&gt;           2)Messy or rough cloth.&lt;br /&gt;           3) it's a sorta dance.&lt;br /&gt;           4)fetch.&lt;br /&gt;           5)To engage in sexual intercourse.&lt;br /&gt;Ya. So, can you just use tired, or exhausted for more chimology.&lt;br /&gt;Not shagged, people will think you just finished doing sex or smth. UNLESS, it's a fact. so ya, feel free to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;ofc, J pointed this out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--//&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;!--EOF_DEF--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-8158271654372722506?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/8158271654372722506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=8158271654372722506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/8158271654372722506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/8158271654372722506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/03/nostalgia.html' title='nostalgia'/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S5tjsOQ_o8I/AAAAAAAACEY/MbTP31kg4WM/s72-c/exa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-2844102712613836307</id><published>2010-03-12T10:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T11:12:24.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post-hiatus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay so i'm back to blogging after months of blog-negligence.&lt;br /&gt;There's really nothing much to talk about these days because first: I'm having my holidays. Second: Nothing to do during the holidays because i'm broke from my shopping days. Third: I have a boring life. Fourth: I have no job. Fifth: I'm stucked at home doing housework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's there to really talk about?&lt;br /&gt;How I do my chores?&lt;br /&gt;How i survive being alone at home despite the fact that i'm like the most timid person, ever?&lt;br /&gt;How i even manage to go shopping, when i'm broke?&lt;br /&gt;How i am able to stuff myself with food, when i want to lose that extra pounds?&lt;br /&gt;How i am able to be happy when i'm bored?&lt;br /&gt;How my holidays are spent with me lazing on my bed all day?&lt;br /&gt;How i watch repeat shows of Glee, AI, GG, DH over and over again?&lt;br /&gt;How i love J even though he do the silliest things that even me cannot endure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really nothing much to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;Except that i finally have the chance to meet up with Barfy Warfy after so long, and it's nice to hang out with her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, attended the class chalet over at Pasir Ris, the food wasn't that bad after all, and it's a nice get-together bond with the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and oh, J. It's amazing how he can handle me when i'm behaving so badly towards him. Making him travel. Burping everywhere (also loudly), my sarcasm. my can't be bothered i want to sleep go away but i still love you moment. Sacrificing his workday just to spend time wimme. Make me feel better of being mean to him by him being mean to me back. Yep everything all wrap in this small little(but still not that small little) bodeh of mine. Sucha sweet little maggot but still evil to me.&lt;br /&gt;No worries, I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sorry. side-tracked.&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to cleaning the house. I'm sucha good daughter you know. This is to reward my mom for being the best mom, EVER!&lt;br /&gt;Tell me i'm good. No, the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Best is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-2844102712613836307?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/2844102712613836307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=2844102712613836307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/2844102712613836307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/2844102712613836307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/03/post-hiatus.html' title='post-hiatus.'/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-6876500270311206099</id><published>2010-03-10T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T18:23:48.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm back to my same ol' addiction.&lt;br /&gt;Online shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-6876500270311206099?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/6876500270311206099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=6876500270311206099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/6876500270311206099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/6876500270311206099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-back-to-my-same-ol-addiction.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-6957080803226138988</id><published>2010-03-03T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T11:59:52.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Busy. Lazy. Couldn't be bothered to update.&lt;br /&gt;For more, actions in my life.&lt;br /&gt;You can also visit www.atirah.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;:D&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/8128538-6957080803226138988?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/6957080803226138988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=6957080803226138988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/6957080803226138988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/6957080803226138988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/03/busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-7052125659800439262</id><published>2010-02-11T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:15:00.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S3QYxS1EPBI/AAAAAAAACEQ/8ohZtBQzwMo/s1600-h/IMG_0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S3QYxS1EPBI/AAAAAAAACEQ/8ohZtBQzwMo/s320/IMG_0413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436997885290101778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warning: Post has no linkage to any other sentences. Random sentences thrown into one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhh &lt;3 I'm still like on cloud 9, or even higher. I just can't believe that i really get to see him up close and personal (eyebrows! ) But serious. I could even count his sweat (omg sicko) but ofc i didnt do that. Tsk. It's just a description to explain that i'm really that close to a superstarrrrr. Like 2m away only, okay!&lt;br /&gt;Now my life is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let me start my story of how i met a superstar!&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 9, i planned to sleep in early but i guess i was too excited for it. So i get up and decided on what to wear. I have no idea and it took me hours! Before i knew it, it was already time for me to meet Yang Jiahe. So bam. Off we go to set sail on our journey~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya. To cut short, reached Clark Quay and walked walked walked, till we saw that there is already queue for him. Omg. So we decided to queue so that we can get a good stand from him. Ya so we waited for approx. 2.5 hours outside. Then we saw a longgggggggggggggggg limo. Like really long. Then i imagined myself in there, but - oops side-tracked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ya. we entered and then then then stood behind this tall girl. She's so huge i can only see her head. Seriously. And people were already squeezing us in front, and i saw her tweeted that both of us should stop squeezing. I mean, hello. Like we have a choice whether to squeeze or not right. I mean, we're already standing near the front and i'm satisfied with my place, why should i squeeze more. Tsk typical. That ruined my mood seriously.&lt;br /&gt;So, i shouted to Jiahe to ask the ppl behind him to stop squeezing us and then she realised, and from that moment, she don't dare to look back again.&lt;br /&gt;TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, so waited, and he came out. Omgggggggggg, i was starstrukked. He's sooooooooo awesome! and so handsome!!! AHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;No words can describe how i was feeling. Happy is just an understatement. I shall create a new word just to explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;dm,khfv[oauokdebafhpao;lrwm,asncnvcmbpv[waurf[edjkla;mfnvqafeiorfd~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;That's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that his nose is sharp like seriously. and i wonder for a split second how it's like to breathe with nostrils as small as his. But what?! That wasted my second of my entire meetingkris life.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;dm,khfv[oauokdebafhpao;lrwm,asncnvcmbpv[waurf[edjkla;mfnvqafeiorfd~&lt;/span&gt; all the way you know! couldn't stop smilingggggggggggggggg, and i fainted when he gave me a five! (Yes i really did faint, except that my legs are still alive and kept me standing) AHhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;He's so goodlooking. He's dressing is simple. Even wear a simple converse white school shoes, so now i'm gonna get one NOW. (for him, and because i really need one. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yar!&lt;br /&gt;I love kris more than everyone's love who attended his concert combined into one!&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;I want to see him again! )))))))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-7052125659800439262?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/7052125659800439262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=7052125659800439262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/7052125659800439262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S24UVJqFDaI/AAAAAAAACEI/TbS2VSR0KF4/s1600-h/Image306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S24UVJqFDaI/AAAAAAAACEI/TbS2VSR0KF4/s320/Image306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435304153884986786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a hard time choosing a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-2058462986525321787?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/2058462986525321787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=2058462986525321787' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-3912995549641421921</id><published>2010-02-04T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:03:54.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I choosed you, not because of your looks, your intelligence, your jokes, your smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because i know that i don't have to worry about my flaws with you.&lt;br /&gt;Because your eyes lit up when you see me in the room.&lt;br /&gt;Because i can feel that your heart is pure.&lt;br /&gt;Because i know, i can be a monkey singing, or burping all around and feel free without feeling shy about it with you.&lt;br /&gt;Because you're the first person to make me feel all angry and fvcked up, but i can never be angry with you.&lt;br /&gt;Because you are able to be there, when i needed you the most.&lt;br /&gt;Because i don't have to worry about what you will think of me after telling you everything.&lt;br /&gt;Because you are able to guide me to accept reality, which can be sometimes rough, and you'll be beside me always.&lt;br /&gt;Because you don't care about my looks.&lt;br /&gt;Because you don't make me worry when you meet my other friend, as i know you'll do a fantastic job.&lt;br /&gt;Because i can see that jealousy in your eyes when she hold my hands in school.&lt;br /&gt;Because i know your love is true and worth the risk.&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/8128538-3912995549641421921?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/3912995549641421921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=3912995549641421921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/3912995549641421921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/3912995549641421921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-choosed-you-not-because-of-your-looks.html' title='I choosed you, not because of your looks, your intelligence, your jokes, your smile.'/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-101884062957722175</id><published>2010-01-31T10:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T10:51:39.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing much to say.&lt;br /&gt;too busy with school.&lt;br /&gt;too busy with work.&lt;br /&gt;too busy with life.&lt;br /&gt;too busy with the people i love.&lt;br /&gt;too busy with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but never too busy for Kris Allen &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;10feb come, faster come.&lt;br /&gt;10feb faster come!&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/8128538-101884062957722175?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/101884062957722175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=101884062957722175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/101884062957722175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/101884062957722175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/01/nothing-much-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-1399945214849324857</id><published>2010-01-24T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:52:04.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know that feeling, when you seriously can't be bothered with anything in the world, but you can still feel that anger burning inside you, and can't do anything about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling like that, for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;Like, argh. whatever. up to you. shut up. k. ahh. fine. sure. bye.&lt;br /&gt;kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE NOW.&lt;br /&gt;i want to like write about stuff, but i am just not in the mood to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;and argh. hate this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-1399945214849324857?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/1399945214849324857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=1399945214849324857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/1399945214849324857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/1399945214849324857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-know-that-feeling-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-5574532664631544661</id><published>2010-01-22T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:51:40.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S1me5rLe3BI/AAAAAAAACEA/re2LVI13EVs/s1600-h/IMG_0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S1me5rLe3BI/AAAAAAAACEA/re2LVI13EVs/s320/IMG_0231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429545539452460050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been super busy lately.&lt;br /&gt;Never been this busy before, i didn't have the time to even check my mail each night before i go to bed because i'll be super tired and just slumped on bed! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, finally. Friday; the ending of a busy week.&lt;br /&gt;I finally have time to update this little piece of neglected space of mine.&lt;br /&gt;But nothing's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ta-ta.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&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/8128538-5574532664631544661?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/5574532664631544661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=5574532664631544661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/5574532664631544661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/5574532664631544661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-been-super-busy-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S1me5rLe3BI/AAAAAAAACEA/re2LVI13EVs/s72-c/IMG_0231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-3465326258274192638</id><published>2010-01-14T10:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T10:05:54.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MIA IN THE VIRTUAL WORLD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M LIVING MY LIFE, MANNNNN.&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/8128538-3465326258274192638?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/3465326258274192638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=3465326258274192638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/3465326258274192638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/3465326258274192638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/01/mia-in-virtual-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-2169248656540930327</id><published>2010-01-10T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:33:41.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; you so awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;more awesome than me&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-2169248656540930327?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/2169248656540930327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=2169248656540930327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/2169248656540930327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/2169248656540930327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-so-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-8244115401140649127</id><published>2010-01-08T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:42:41.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S0c0zfI4oDI/AAAAAAAACD4/cTOCttxUCvU/s1600-h/IMG_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S0c0zfI4oDI/AAAAAAAACD4/cTOCttxUCvU/s320/IMG_0161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424362335327789106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss spending time at home. Ever since school started, i've been out all day long, only to return home tired and sleepy. I don't want that to happen, because i always want to enjoy my family time as much as possible. But i can't do that for the past few days because everyone will already be in bed, or getting ready to sleep. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been taking up my time. &amp;amp;i have to admit, i never feel this tired before. Prolly because it's the open house week and all of us had to like work hard for HLM and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;It was an cool today during open house. &lt;br /&gt;It was my first time touching a shark, and a rabbit. and i'm seriously am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-8244115401140649127?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/8244115401140649127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=8244115401140649127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/8244115401140649127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/8244115401140649127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-miss-spending-time-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S0c0zfI4oDI/AAAAAAAACD4/cTOCttxUCvU/s72-c/IMG_0161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-4080390192911713180</id><published>2010-01-03T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:30:20.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S0CpOti5MDI/AAAAAAAACDw/suPsohnAnNg/s1600-h/DSC03669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S0CpOti5MDI/AAAAAAAACDw/suPsohnAnNg/s320/DSC03669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422520021563289650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally i met up with Barfy after sucha long long time.&lt;br /&gt;I really need the time to just chill and relax and have fun with her; &amp;amp; i have no idea how she can like just have that skill to make me feel all better.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Barfy, catch up again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, school's starting tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for it, esp. when there's aerobics tml.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&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/8128538-4080390192911713180?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/4080390192911713180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=4080390192911713180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/4080390192911713180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/4080390192911713180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2010/01/finally-i-met-up-with-barfy-after-sucha.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/S0CpOti5MDI/AAAAAAAACDw/suPsohnAnNg/s72-c/DSC03669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-1873484513573221842</id><published>2009-12-31T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:26:17.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2009.&lt;br /&gt;How ironic is it, that people said it's so filled with so much chaos and sadness, but it passes you by just like that? Personally, i feel that 2009 is a year that opened my eyes to new things in life. Poly, friends, school, family, life. So many things happened this year, both good and bad. But, that's just how life is, exactly like a graph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today,&lt;br /&gt;i celebrated by staying at home.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.......................&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, new year resolution for 2010. I am wondering why, i even made up a list for the past few years, but i never complete it. Stupid or what?&lt;br /&gt;So, this year, i have nothing, but only one.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2010, come on.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just come.&lt;br /&gt;Happy january 1st, everybody.&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/8128538-1873484513573221842?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/1873484513573221842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=1873484513573221842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/1873484513573221842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/1873484513573221842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-4542406181258858914</id><published>2009-12-31T14:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T15:07:32.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Farewell 2009, you'll be dead by tonight and i won't see you ever again.&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/8128538-4542406181258858914?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/4542406181258858914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=4542406181258858914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/4542406181258858914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/4542406181258858914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2009/12/farewell-2009-youll-be-dead-by-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-811777590254064744</id><published>2009-12-30T23:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T23:47:10.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just want a life worth living.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/SztxCuSRKnI/AAAAAAAACDo/VoJgh8ocX9E/s1600-h/IMG_0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/SztxCuSRKnI/AAAAAAAACDo/VoJgh8ocX9E/s320/IMG_0308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421050868068854386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my life to be a fairytale, because it's non-existence. Life doesn't work that way. No evil stepmothers+2stepsisters, no fairygodmothers, no talking animals, no singing in the forest, no being a princess. But even though we all knew that it's non-existence deep down, why do all of us have that little part in our hearts, to believe that lie?&lt;br /&gt;-Because what all of us want, is a happy ending to our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;I've released my grip. As much as i want to feel happy again, I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;But, deep down I know, this is all for the best.&lt;br /&gt;I shall be happy again, and i'll do whatever i want now.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's stopping me, (except for my constant laziness that has always been successful in indulging me to the procrastinating mood. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-811777590254064744?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/811777590254064744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=811777590254064744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/811777590254064744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/811777590254064744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-just-want-life-worth-living.html' title='I just want a life worth living.'/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/SztxCuSRKnI/AAAAAAAACDo/VoJgh8ocX9E/s72-c/IMG_0308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-2580100315216025251</id><published>2009-12-28T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T12:30:42.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/SzgxypsT2vI/AAAAAAAACDY/mczF6Vz9ea4/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/SzgxypsT2vI/AAAAAAAACDY/mczF6Vz9ea4/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420136897795316466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil sis's off to her first secondary school camp. She's all grown up now. )': Sometimes i wonder if i am a good sister, who everyone wants, i hope i am. It's not an easy job just to be a good one, you need to put up with lotsa attitude, and anger and still be able to kiss her goodnight, and hug her to sleep, and put off all those anger and just love her. I'm trying my best, and i hope that i'm doing what every big sister should do, and even better.&lt;br /&gt;All the best @ school, Tin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yes. Sezairi won. Even though i'm more to the neutral side this year, i secretly hoped that he will win. Not because he's good-looking, no. But because the last song he sang last night, was more inspirational than Slyvia's. Well, everyone @ home was rooting him, so when Gurmit announced his name, mom and my sisters were already shouting with joy. I wasn't able to shout with them, because i was more to shock than excited. My reaction abit slow only k. Haha. Well, ya. Okay. He won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all those excitement, I laid in bed to think about lotsa stuff. One whole year, i admit this year has been tough for alot of us, but every new year comes new obstacles for us to conquer, so i dare to say that i've managed to fight off all obstacles for this year. (Okay, maybe not ALL, but most okay.) Yep. I think that entering poly made me realised what i want most in life. For now, is studies, family happiness, and laughter. Yes, so cliche, but that's what i'm prioritising now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-2580100315216025251?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/2580100315216025251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=2580100315216025251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/2580100315216025251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/2580100315216025251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2009/12/lil-siss-off-to-her-first-secondary.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/SzgxypsT2vI/AAAAAAAACDY/mczF6Vz9ea4/s72-c/IMG_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-7919425856047224952</id><published>2009-12-27T13:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T13:42:41.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's better off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when i hit the bottom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleep-deprived. Seriously. Also, to add on to this. I've been feeling super lazy for the past few days, and i felt sinful to my body for not going for my regular jogs, but instead eat midnight snacks all the way. Wah, cmi i tell you! Dang it, and the new year's coming in 4 days? Look how fast time flies. JUST.LIKE.THAT. I can't even like grasp the idea that i've entered Ngee Ann, studying HLM, and finished one whole semester. It feels like a blur seriously, and wait. What have i really learn from last semester? How can i get acceptable grades, and just forget it during the next holidays? Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8128538-7919425856047224952?l=supersyafscruples.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/feeds/7919425856047224952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8128538&amp;postID=7919425856047224952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/7919425856047224952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8128538/posts/default/7919425856047224952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersyafscruples.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-better-off-when-i-hit-bottom.html' title=''/><author><name>Summerteesandautumnjeans.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8128538.post-2958699476144858590</id><published>2009-12-25T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T21:11:00.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/SzS0ixXrHsI/AAAAAAAACDQ/s2HuXOXzsUc/s1600-h/IMG_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K9OAltqAHdE/SzS0ixXrHsI/AAAAAAAACDQ/s2HuXOXzsUc/s320/IMG_0058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419154761094733506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never ever felt this blessed before. Not because it's christmas, no. But because my dad said something that made me glad that i'm his daughter.&lt;br /&gt;We were watching Click on AXN, and he started asking me whether i had the dream that changed my life. Of course, being just seventeen, and still growing, i answered a straight No.&lt;br /&gt;Then he paused, looked at the tv screen, went quiet, and said he had once. And it's all about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that he dreamt that i died, and changed his life.&lt;br /&gt;After he said that, i felt love. I felt blessed. I felt grateful. I felt the warm fuzzy feeling that makes you just want to hug and kiss and danced with joy.&lt;br /&gt;That's the first time that he has ever made me feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that i'm his daughter.&lt;br /&gt;It just pisses me off that he's not the one and only bestest dad in the world, because every daughters would name their dad that.&lt;br /&gt;But to me, he's more to that.&lt;br /&gt;Much much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, pa. 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