<?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-8288675429548630758</id><updated>2012-03-04T11:02:30.155+08:00</updated><category term='future'/><category term='blogskins'/><category term='sivik folio'/><category term='Liars'/><category term='regret'/><category term='SMKSM'/><category term='shedule'/><category term='happy birthdayyy'/><category term='sins'/><category term='lovelies'/><category term='earth'/><category term='hypocricy'/><category term='can&apos;t do'/><category term='movies'/><category term='exams'/><category term='books'/><category term='haircut'/><category term='rants'/><category term='hot stuff'/><category term='happy'/><category term='school'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='food talk'/><category term='insecurities'/><category term='geo folio'/><category term='folio'/><category term='agony'/><category term='problems'/><category term='craft'/><category term='stress-less'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='crap'/><category term='30 days blog challenge'/><category term='hotties'/><category term='nuffnang'/><category term='brownies'/><category term='studying'/><category term='wants'/><category term='october'/><category term='surprise'/><category term='true friends'/><category term='fag'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Surreptitiously Confessing</title><subtitle type='html'>..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>763</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-5136924136073037718</id><published>2012-03-04T10:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-04T11:02:30.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Done</title><content type='html'>Done Sejarah yesterday and to be honest, I totally expected worst.&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;Objective questions were easy. Like, I only wasn't sure with like four questions WHICH IS A RECORD FOR ME cos I usually don't know more than half haha but then it IS just the first chapter so..you know. Hope for the best? Yeah lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;And Subjective questions were okay..except for the Tamadun Indus ones -__- I don't know if teacher will accept my answers since they weren't specific enough and Pn Guna keeps telling us we're Science 2 and she should mark this strictly so yeah... Fingers crossed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;And the KBKK questions.. Arghhh teacher asked us before and thank God I answered some in class so I have a vague idea on what she wants lol &amp;gt;___&amp;gt; History OH History.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;We have English, Moral and Sivik on Monday. I haven't memorized the definisi nilai yet omg I'm still at berdikari omgggggggggg dieeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday is class picture day! :D I have a job heheheeeee &lt;i&gt;i love being in the yearbook committee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to tell them to clip their hair and tuck in their shirts and stuff &amp;gt;__&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiya, just smile and tell them to do that and if they don't then they're fate la if Pn Yean or En Nazri see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY nothing much buh bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-5136924136073037718?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/5136924136073037718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/03/thats-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/5136924136073037718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/5136924136073037718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/03/thats-done.html' title='That&apos;s Done'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-1918287114256182352</id><published>2012-03-02T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-02T19:16:37.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Story V</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Christmas shopping at Christmas Eve at the busiest streets at New York.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;Was was she thinking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;This was what she was thinking, thinking up ways to keep the rates up and up and up was what she was thinking. Thinking up ways to keep her husband by her side was what she was thinking. Trying to make up for the lost time from her house was what she was thinking. Trying to push away the regret from stabbing her heart was what she was thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;The streets of Fifth Avenue were filled with last minute shoppers, trying to get themselves into the sparkly, glittery shops. Big red "Sale" cards were hung at shop windows, decorated with toys and candles to attract any unsuspecting bargainers. Taxis and the smell of their worn leather seats, street lights and the smell that could only mean SALE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;Women dressed in Chanel and Gucci, men in tasteful Armani suits, she recognized the types. They were the types that were devoted to their work. They were the ambitious types that put everything behind and focused on their careers. They were the ones who were glued to the computer screen fourteen hours a day. They were the ones who flew back and forth all over the world without a sigh or complaint. They were the ones just like her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;Serenity Lively, daughter, wife, and then mother to two. She had a job at Reed and Howe , a prestigious law firm, a word anyone would recognize. In the law firm lies the most meticulous, quick-witted, manipulative and workaholic people that could ever grace the Earth. They wore expensive brands to look expensive, to convince people they meant business. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;Serenity meant peace and calm, something she wasn't. Serenity was trained to think on her feet, since there isn't time for her to sit down and clear her mind. Her therapist suggested she took a day off for a spa treatment but Serenity's demanding job simply couldn't afford a day off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;A day off was weeks, &lt;i&gt;years&lt;/i&gt; even of work to a lawyer like her. She couldn't take a day off or she would go insane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;True, her boss the ever so manipulative Reed in Reed and Howe Law Firm was just plain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;evil&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; and didn't have an ounce of compassion in a single &lt;/span&gt;fiber&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; of his being, but Serenity just bears with him. He was her boss, after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Serenity reached home late at night, too late to tuck her children to bed. Too late to read them a bedtime story. Too late to even tell them how much she loves them. Celia and Carol Greene saw their mother only during the weekends, and that was only if her pig of a boss didn't call her in to work &lt;i&gt;again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Shopping bags of toys and an expensive Rolex - the latest, naturally- hung at their strings at the crook of her right elbow while her left hand was hand raised in the air, trying to hail a taxi. Hailing cabs at New York City at Christmas Eve. Someone just &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to write it in the book of records for being the most frustrating and difficult feat in history of time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;After a few minutes of endless waving at taxis that never stopped, Godsend came in the form of a yellow cab stopped opposite the road. The driver whistled and beckoned her over. Typical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Without looking left or right, her black Manolo pumps clicked on the road as she half-walk half-skip to the cab before any shopper decides to steal her cab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;She spoke too soon. Halfway through the street, a skinny red head in a bright red trench coat got into the cab and it sped off. Fuck. FUCK. Serenity swore profounities under her breath and she stomped her pump-clad foot on the ground. She probably looked like a spoiled five year old but she could care less. All she needed was a cab to get her home so she can check her e-mails. Her Blackberry died at the Armani Store when she was reading her e-mails while browsing the identical black suits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Serenity heard loud honks coming from her right. She spun her head towards the sound and her eyes widened as the truck just a few feet away speeding right at her. The truck driver stomped on the brake but it was too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Shopping bags flew in the air, scattered on the ground alongside Serenity Lively's blood. Blonde hair strewed on the dirty road, her eyes closed and her heart wheezed for life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Serenity took her last breath as the truck driver got down from his truck, his face white with fear from the scene. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Merry Christmas, one and all.&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/8288675429548630758-1918287114256182352?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/1918287114256182352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/03/short-story-v.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/1918287114256182352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/1918287114256182352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/03/short-story-v.html' title='Short Story V'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-7432974147500949114</id><published>2012-03-02T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-02T14:27:26.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocket Science</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Exams were seriously mind blowing-ly frustrating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; "&gt;It's always either &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; "&gt;a.) I know the answer but I don't know how to express it in the way the teacher wants it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; "&gt;b.) I REMEMBER that question but I don't know the answer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; "&gt;c.) Remembering that topic but the sequence is here, there, everywhere and I don't know how to piece it back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; "&gt;so you can know how frustrating that is -__- like today we had Biology and teacher gave us the worksheet with the same question but I didn't know the answer cos we never answered the paper &amp;gt;_&amp;gt; regret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; "&gt;and Add Maths. Don't get me started. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;“Euthanasia Coaster” is a hypothetical euthanasia machine in the form of a roller coaster engineered to humanely – with elegance and euphoria – take the life of a human being.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; "&gt;AKA you can die in happiness. Picture yourself riding on a roller coaster and go through a series of euphoria and eventually you die. That's so cool. I always wanted to die in euphoria LOL if my stories don't speak for themselves, I really wanna die in like a surrealistic dimension where I don't even KNOW I died. Find out more &lt;a href="http://di.research.rca.ac.uk/content/home#"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; "&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; "&gt;History tomorrow. May God be with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-7432974147500949114?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/7432974147500949114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/03/rocket-science.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/7432974147500949114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/7432974147500949114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/03/rocket-science.html' title='Rocket Science'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-5647510676662566691</id><published>2012-02-25T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-26T10:12:30.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Base and De-- whaaaa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Today we had an extra 3-hour-Physics class...Fiona had to fetch me but then she didn't show up at 7...or at 7:30 so I given up all hope of her coming so I went to go online until 7:45 I heard a car honk........ &amp;gt;___&amp;gt; thank god using ipad, if use laptop I die la XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;ANYWAYS. Extra physics class wasn't so bad :) 21 students showed up! TWENTY FOUR OUT OF THIRTY FOUR WEI. #achievement for 4Science2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;It probably was easier to go through cos he gave us a LOT of "ten minutes" to "do our report" LOL we just ended up talking and asking a lot of questions cos graph plotting is the hardest piece of shit ever. Like, it has to be BALANCED like fucking feng shui or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;On the way home, Fiona's mom took the Connaught route home and we saw SU JEAN walking. In her Tour something something shirt. SO SU JEAN, IF YOU FELT THAT THESE TWO PAIR OF EYES WERE STARING AT YOU AND KNOCKING ON THE CAR WINDOW, YES IT WAS US AHHAHAHAHA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;My fringe is killing me. It's too long to be the whole mushroom thing but too short to be a side part. WTFFFFFFFFF =________________= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;I try parting everywhere but my fringe is thick and stubborn &amp;gt;_&amp;gt; my mom says my hair is like me HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;Just bought a new book - Something From Tiffany's :P But I need to finish I Don't Know How She Does It..plus focus on exams &amp;gt;____&amp;gt; i'm so dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;Buying books is seriously making a huge dent in my wallet -_- Like, one book is around RM29-32 after Popular Discount (Thank GOD. I'm thinking of signing up for all the bookstores member card so I'm not limited to only one place :P) and I read like, one book a week? HOW TO SURVIVE? :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;History Channel makes the best historic shows, hands down. National Geographic has really bad &lt;/span&gt;narrators....whereas History Channel's narrators sound like Sherlock Holmes 8) Me gusta.&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/8288675429548630758-5647510676662566691?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/5647510676662566691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/02/base-and-de-whaaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/5647510676662566691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/5647510676662566691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/02/base-and-de-whaaaa.html' title='Base and De-- whaaaa?'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-4497038022242984526</id><published>2012-02-23T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T15:55:16.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FACE PALM MEGA WATT.</title><content type='html'>YAY! AN UPDATE IN THE WEEKDAY! :D&lt;div&gt;only happened cos I ain't at home now lol I AM BLOGGING FROM VERINIA'S ROOM. She's downstairs. cuddling with the future husband that STILL won't look me in the eyes and say hi. Frustrating but huh. Whatever HAHA. I don't like bad manners :P my kids are gonna be speaking the freaking Queen's English when I'm done XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS. Jien Li oh Jien Li.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were trying to find out something about these two people who shall not be named here lol and only me and Jien Li didn't know and I was like TELL ME NOWWWWWW and Jien Li was like UH! UH! UH! WHY WON'T YOU GUYS TELL ME :( *hits someone's shoulder repeatedly* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then I proceeded to guess since asking will get me nowhere, so I guessed something and Hui Jing sarcastically said yes and nodded her head and Jien Li was like super shocked and was all O.O OOO: YES AH??? and me and Su Jean are like *face palm*... &amp;gt;____&amp;gt; Jien Li oh Jien Li. You have much to learn of sarcasm XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then when we walk upstairs we were still discussing something and Sin Wi was fed up and told me indirectly and I was like I KNEW IT!! I KNEWWW ITT!!! and Jien Li was like, HUH???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt;____&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then after that I was talking about how gay YCL was and Jien Li...she actually thought he WAS gay. He ISN'T gay. He just ACTS gay but he's totally STRAIGHT. But after all these years...she always thought he was legit gay @___@ ai yoryor ah Jien Li.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laughed until I started tearing. It was like when Sook Yee couldn't stop laughing. Like, no sound and red faced-tearing XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's a new girl :D her name's Eunice and she's from Perimbun...but she's from Michelle's primary so I heard of her..more like small snippets LOL thing is, I know she exists :P she knows Su Jean and Xhi Yan too! But she super looks like Su Jean with bigger eyes HAHA I kid you not. The way they pin their hair and the nose and the teeth and the way they walk... LIKE SISTERS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ANYWAYS, according to her, it's super hard to get into SMKSM o.o and even harder if you're from Perimbun lol she applied three times and had help from the ministry to get in &amp;gt;_&amp;gt; wah SMKSM shiok hor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think cos Perimbun is full of delinquent la-las and they don't want anymore here LOL cos when you see the afternoon session girls, they're all super gentle and rule-abiding citizens and stuff HAHA omg. o.o &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SMK SERI MUTIARA IS GONNA HAVE A LALA SHORTAGE. FIRST TIME MAN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*applauses*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;BIGBANG'S NEW MUSIC VIDEO COME OUT ALREADY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chehhh, old news HAHA but still :P must be in my blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;IT'S FUCKING NICE OK. It's called "Blue" and it's really..em. Emo? I guess LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;at first when I listen I was like, okay...not feeling it LOL but the more I listen, the better it sound and now IT'S FUCKING AWESOME TO MY EARS :PP the video is okay la.. I think YG is using a vintage-ish feel to all their music videos now :D it's nice. The model's like, totally taller than all of them though. Her legs are too long for theirs HAHA GD runs like a total retard :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The concept photos....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;MEGAWATTFACEPALM. Designers and stylists. WHAT. THE. FUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;WHATTHEFUCKDIDYOUDO?!?!? They look like fuck!! LOOK AT GD'S HAIR OMG like those old Hong Kong dramas that are like set a billion years ago with the "majestic" long hair on guys omg @___@ damn ugly wei. The others are okay la, I just hate GD's hair -__- I bet he's regretting it and wants his old fohawk back :P the blonde fohawk was so much better!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Beaurgh. &amp;gt;___&amp;gt; can't wait for all the songs to come out :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OKAY SHOULD BE IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OH OH OH. Exams are next week and I didn't know. It starts on Tuesday omg I thought I had one more week!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-4497038022242984526?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/4497038022242984526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/02/face-palm-mega-watt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/4497038022242984526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/4497038022242984526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/02/face-palm-mega-watt.html' title='FACE PALM MEGA WATT.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-2431154252196998365</id><published>2012-02-18T12:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T13:12:00.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;HEY KIDDIES MOMMA'S BACK HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;sorry for being away. And not updating for like...two weeks? Yeah lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;Since our very own Pengetua SMKSM has been promoted to "Ketua Sektor Akademik" or something like that. You would've thought I'd know what its called by now since they repeated it like a million times...but I really wasn't paying much attention to the Majlis Perpisahan. Don't call me heartless or anything, but I just don't know the lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;Like, people can say that she's a really good principal and the best they ever seen but y'know. I wouldn't know if I haven't been there so I can't really be so emotionally attached y'know. If I like, cry or something it's fake. Totally fake. How can you cry for someone you hardly know? Sure we see her every week during perhimpunan but it's always no-nonsense speeches. You can't really be attached to someone who gives speeches you know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;Just like how people cried when Whitney Houston died. WHY? Like, seriously? The woman sang a rocking edition of "I Will Always Love You" WHICH WAS WRITTEN BY DOLLY PARTON THANK YOU VERY MUCH. IT'S NOT WHITNEY'S SONG. And she did drugs. Tell me, is that REALLY inspirational?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;I'm not being a hater or anything, but you can't really be very attached to someone you only watch. You never had an honest-to-God Sunday walk together or discuss life over coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;OK the above was yesterday's (Saturday) post..until my Internet crashed =______= I'm not gonna continue it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: left; "&gt;I can't wait for Physics class now &amp;gt;_&amp;gt; teacher never comes in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;And I actually dreamed of someone teaching me Physics HAHAHAH oh my God I'm so paranoid. I literally have no idea what I'm doing in Physics class ~____~ cos we're still at a sub topic. Currently at the Vernier &lt;/span&gt;Calipers&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;.. which I still don't know how to read!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;I AM SO FAILING ALL MY EXAMS. Cos I have ABSOLUTELY no idea what I'm doing. Except for Sejarah...cos it's SEJARAH. Learn it for three years already dah biasa la, just add essay and structural questions :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;And Biology I get, just that I don't wanna bomb my brain with so much info. It IS interesting, once you start slowly revising yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;And Chemistry oh my god. Calculate this, calculate that.  Now need to construct a table to find the Empirical something something pula. #WHATAWASTEOFMYTIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;As if I'm gonna find out the ratio of my tea bags and my water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;STEP ONE, GET A CUP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;STEP TWO, INSERT TEA BAG INTO CUP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;STEP THREE, POUR HOT WATER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;TEN MINUTES LATER YOU HAVE A CUP OF TEA. VOILA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;I don't see why we should complicate things with Chemistry :P I suck at it okay. Got the stupid periodical table also -___- aiyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;What else. What else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;I think that's it? OH OH OH ADD MATHS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Additional Mathematics :( Quadratic Equations is OK if you give me an example to refresh my memory HAHA no problem. Otherwise ah, I'll be a lost duckling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;My Dad and I have really bad liver. I inherited it I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;JUST MY LUCK HOR. Three kids, I kena all those disease-prone shit. Like, if a mosquito bites me I WILL SCRATCH AND THEN BOOM. Blisters. Infections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;SCARS AGAIN. Look at my legs for the proof la. Starting of school people see my scars they thought I was in an accident or something LOL Until I was like, um. Allergy/infection something and they're like O__________O okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Le sigh. I have a lot of cream to put on now. Got this cream for treating inflammation. Then I have to wait for it to dry a bit then need to apply EFA (Essential Fatty Acids) to moisturize it cos the former cream will dry it out which will make it VERY VERY ITCHY which you WOULD assume me to be immune to but NO. I HAVE NO WILL POWER TO IRRITATIONS. Then got another cream for the existing scars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&amp;gt;____________&amp;gt; have to wake up earlier now. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-2431154252196998365?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/2431154252196998365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/02/hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/2431154252196998365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/2431154252196998365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/02/hey.html' title='HEY!'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-6396519601789773633</id><published>2012-02-06T12:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T12:52:38.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Best friends for life, that's what we were - Hunter and I. Ever since we met in the sandbox at age two, we've been stuck at the hip. We would have sleepovers, plot out our lives, plan our future together. Neither one of us ever said if we would spend our life with each other, maybe because we both know. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was my twentieth birthday when Hunter brought me to the park where we first met. The park had been abandoned over the years, empty at most times. The paint of the slides and see-saws were peeling off, leaving the yellow and red paint spotted with the rough maroon color of rust. There was, however an old lady who planted flowers all around and despite the neglect of repainting, the flowers bloomed in the spring making the park look more lively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Hey,' he said, beckoning me to join him at the swings. I plopped my butt on the rubber seat and looked at the neglected sandbox. 'I have something to tell you.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was smiling when he said that, I didn't suspect a thing. I thought he was going to tell me about one of his "adventures" in the cafe he worked at. 'Shoot,' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He took my hands and put them in mine. He was smiling, but his eyes said otherwise. 'I've been having some serious migraines for a few weeks,'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'So?' I failed to see the point. 'Go see a doctor then.' I said nonchalantly. What's the worst that could have happened? It was just a headache right? Worst comes to worst he gets spectacles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'I did,' he said, his grey eyes looking at mine. I always felt uncomfortable under his gaze, they seemed to look into your soul and say "I know what you're thinking". 'The doctor told me something that could change my life forever, and probably yours too.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'You're going to need glasses now?' I joked, chuckling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'No,' he said, shaking his head vigorously, his gaze never left mine. 'Dana, I have a tumor growing in my brain.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For the next few months we spent together. Hunter didn't want to go for chemotherapy, he wanted to let nature take its course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was reluctant at first. It really hurt, having to have your best friend slip from your fingertips. But Hunter was really persistent with it, and I gave in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hunter made a bucket list and we did every single one. He became weaker and weaker, and soon he had to be confined to the stale smell of the hospital bed. I visited him everyday, and went home every night soaking my pillow with tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I brought him DVDs of the movies he had missed, we played board games on his bed, we made friends with the nurses and other patients. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;'You two make a cute couple,' a busty nurse once commented. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;'Oh, we're not together,' I smiled. She didn't look convinced, but went on her way to treat other patients. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hunter looked at me weird after that, which made me a bit scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Were we in love? Do best friends fall for each other? Will it work out? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When Hunter was evicted from the hospital, I spent every night at his house, afraid that I wouldn't be there when he decides to leave. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We were lying next to each other, face to face on his bed. The clock on his bedside table said four am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I couldn't sleep. I had hardly any sleep most of the time, I was too busy being scared. Being scared for Hunter. Being scared for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;His hands crawled to my face, pulling his face to my forehead, landing a kiss there. He was sweating, and tears were creeping down his cheeks. I could feel my eyes burning, and I knew they were red. But I refused to let the tears fall. Hunter needed me to be strong right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;'I love you, Dana.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And he left. Just like that. His eyes fluttered close as his hands went limp. I could literally feel the life leaving his body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;'I love you too,' I choked out, wrapping my arms tight around his body, burying my face into his chest. It was then when I let my tears come. And it didn't stop. It just kept flowing from me, and it became more and more comforting. It made me feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Until the reality starts coming right at you and slaps you across the face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ever lost a best friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-6396519601789773633?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/6396519601789773633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/02/best-friends-for-life-thats-what-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/6396519601789773633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/6396519601789773633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/02/best-friends-for-life-thats-what-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-3594470270976499192</id><published>2012-02-05T12:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T12:29:53.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Glee is awesome, like seriously LOL I'm a Gleek.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-3594470270976499192?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3594470270976499192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/02/glee-is-awesome-like-seriously-lol-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/3594470270976499192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/3594470270976499192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/02/glee-is-awesome-like-seriously-lol-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-2662261556915464051</id><published>2012-02-04T12:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T13:35:00.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Story III</title><content type='html'>Dorothy Perkins had been a teacher for 5 years, and at age 29 she was still single. Watching her students walking into class with their partners or having small romantic moments in the hallways or the infamous 14th of February was quite depressing for her.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dorothy had only 3 boy friends in the past, and she had only kissed one of them. It was in college when she shared a kiss with Henry Jones and decided he was gay after that one kiss. It devastated Dorothy, and she never found love after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was nothing wrong with poor Dorothy. She had long blonde hair that waved down right pass her shoulders and light blue-green eyes framed by long lashes. Sure she had some fat here and there and she wasn't exactly a size 2 - inheriting bad genes, Dorothy had a tendency to put on weight - but she wasn't hideous. She had a curvy figure with a full bosom which in her consolation, allowed her to have a cleavage most girls would die for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in the world nowadays, Dorothy found it hard to look and feel beautiful and sexy when wearing a size 8 was considered obese. All her students were wearing a size 0 and the ones who wore size 4 were often ostracized by their peers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the second of January when a new teacher arrived. It was the replacement for the History teacher, Mr Goodwill. Everyone had pictured him as man in his 50's with greying hair and bushy eye brows who had the enthusiastic voice of Eeyore the donkey from the story of The Hundred Acre Wood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The entire faculty was well, stumped when Principal Hawks had introduced him in a meeting. The new teacher bore the name of John Hanks and was easily the most good looking teacher the school had ever had in history. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John had the features of a living Adonis, with his dark brown hair combed back into a sleek hairdo that very few men could pull off, hazel eyes and smile that rivaled the shine from the Sun in a hot afternoon.  Though he was wearing a light green long sleeved shirt tucked into his dark slacks, his muscles were very apparent through the thin material. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part was, Mr Hanks was single and in the market. The single teachers had dreamed of ending up sleeping on his bed, all except Dorothy. Dorothy had no hope in love anymore but it didn't stop Mr Hanks from befriending her. It was a natural talent, for John to charm anyone with his good looks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One afternoon, while Dorothy was at her desk grading some papers John walked in. He asked her out and the unsuspecting Dorothy agreed, thinking he just wanted to be friendly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He turned up at her door step in a black V-neck and jeans with some flowers. She smiled at the gesture and hooked her arm around his. He brought her to the deli nearby for a simple dinner full of jokes and laughter, and a late movie afterwards. Dorothy hadn't had this much fun in years, and she couldn't wipe the smile off her face the whole night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He pulled over at her porch at midnight. It was a full moon that night and the sky was glittering with stars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'I had a great time, John. Thanks,' she smiled, reaching for the door handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Don't,' he grabbed her arms and a light tingle ran up her arms. Maybe it was the atmosphere - the stars seemed to urge them to kiss, something Dorothy had absolute no courage for after the whole Henry incident - that had made that happen. John felt the world disappeared and all he could see was how beautiful the person sitting on the passenger seat of his Honda Civic was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way her blonde hair waved around her face and stopped just at her desirable breasts, the way the green ring around her light blue eyes made her eyes more alluring, the way her ski-slope nose scrunched up a little when she laughed. Her laugh, it was fairy-like and sounded like music to his ears, however cliched that might sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His hands reached up to cup her cheeks, and Dorothy's heart pounded in her rib cage. He leaned in and gently placed his lips on hers. Magical shocks started from their lips to the toes on their feet. They didn't need to doubt it, the feeling was mutual. Dorothy placed her hand around his muscular neck as his hands moved to tangle up in her luscious blonde curls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kiss intensified, their lips moving urgently, massaging each other. He licked her lower lip, and she opened it slight just enough for his tongue to enter and explore her mouth. She tasted like sunshine and rainbows, and he longed for more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After what seemed like hours, they pulled apart, breathing heavily. Their lips were swollen from the kiss and their eyes sparkled in the moon light. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Wow,' he breathed. 'That was amazing.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She opened her mouth but no sound came out, so she just nodded. It was amazing. It was wonderful. The one kiss felt like no other, it made her whole body tingle with desire. She haven't felt this happy in a long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She wanted more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'You want to come in an have some coffee or something?' she found her lips moving on their own and she blushed right after. 'Sorry, you don't -'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Sure,' he interrupted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning, Dorothy fluttered her eyes open to see John's hazel ones staring back at her own. The night before flashed in her mind and she smiled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps all was not lost after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-2662261556915464051?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/2662261556915464051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/02/short-story-iii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/2662261556915464051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/2662261556915464051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/02/short-story-iii.html' title='Short Story III'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-8885823077154820861</id><published>2012-02-04T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T12:31:20.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spanish Sexy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JcCtyMSuyHk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will blow your mind. How can someone have such a sexy voice??? HOW? IT'S NOT POSSIBLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's immortal @____@ SPANISH ACCENTS ARE NOW ON MY WHAT'S SEXY LIST AHAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-8885823077154820861?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/8885823077154820861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/02/spanish-sexy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/8885823077154820861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/8885823077154820861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/02/spanish-sexy.html' title='Spanish Sexy.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JcCtyMSuyHk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-7964741628352967327</id><published>2012-02-01T16:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T20:31:54.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK!</title><content type='html'>I'm back! :D been weeks since I last updated heh heh :P I came back from my one-week-CNY-holiday and went to school and shit..... so I'm back now :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CNY was normal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunties kept asking about my scars... -_- it's getting kinda annoying now cos everyone keeps asking about them. Like, I know they just want to know what happened cos it looks like I'm being abused or something but seriously? -_- okay nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like to talk about my wounds and stuff OKAY? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not being freaking abused by the way. I would've ranted about it on Twitter and everywhere else :) Yes, that's the kind of person I am :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Add Maths is killing me upside down @__@ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See Yen has some balls. Like, seriously. If she don't like, she don't like. If she wanna say something, she tell it to your face o_o which is kinda scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so she told Pn Teh her writing is messy and she can't understand anything and Pn Teh like, became SO PISSED O: so scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Whatever la. I berusaha to understand add maths :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mole = 6.02x100 to-the-power-of-23.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HEHEHEHEHEHE M0le reminds me of Michelle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's an inside story HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OK on the phone with Ver will talk more tomorrow or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-7964741628352967327?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/7964741628352967327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/02/back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/7964741628352967327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/7964741628352967327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/02/back.html' title='BACK!'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-3933359988180190371</id><published>2012-01-21T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T11:37:59.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Story II</title><content type='html'>Maybe Nate wasn't meant to be. Maybe this was just a trick. Maybe this was a lesson from above. &lt;div&gt;Maybe it's just karma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes when I look at the pictures that I had with Nate, my heart clenches in pain. I won't spend a second with him anymore, all the hugs and kisses, all the surprises he gave, they were just memories to haunt me at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I look at the happy moments, I smile a bit. Knowing that Nate, wherever he was now wouldn't want me to cry over petty things like that. Knowing that Nate would want me to be able to see the sun shine every morning with a smile. Knowing that if were watching me, he would want me to live life as it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I think of all the moments where we argued, I feel regret. We argued over the smallest and simplest of things, things that weren't fighting over for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept all the letters he sent me in an old tin box under my bed. All the stuffed plushes I got from him sat on my bed, their fur stained with my tears when I hugged them while I cried. The necklace with a Sun hung on my neck. It was to symbolize the day we met - at the beach on a hot Summer day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We would always see the sun rise or sun set when we could. He'd knock on my door and I'll creep down careful not to wake my parents up. We'd drive to the hill and climb up a bit to see the sun rise. Or sometimes when we weren't sprawled on his bed talking about everything, we'd go to the beach with a cloth to watch the sun set. We would then lie on the sand in each other's arms for hours, neither of us wanting to let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But those were just memories now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drove to the beach with the tin box. There was a cliff where some people would jump down for fun at night. Nate and I thought it was stupid, but we both secretly had a desire to jump too. I heard that someone died once when the rope broke, but no one had confirmed the rumour. The cliff was high, almost two stories high. Some people brought spray paint cans to etch their name in, to show that they've been there. It was a sign of courage, apparently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people just don't value their life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked up the cliff, tin box in hand. One by one, I let the letters float with the wind into the ocean. The letters flew in the air as the sun was going down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe somehow, the letters would find their way to Nate's uncovered body. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wind became stronger, and somehow in the surreal moment, I saw Nate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was floating in the air. I could see him reaching out for me, but it wasn't enough. I stepped on tip-toes, my arm outstretched to touch him. To feel him again. To be in his arms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was smiling, but his eyes were sad. He was soaking wet, his hair mapped to his head. "Katie..." he breathed. It was euphoric, the way his voice sounded. Like the twinkle in the star, light and bright. It could have been mistaken for the wind, they blended well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted so bad to touch his face, to wrap myself in his arms. Somehow in the middle I lost my footing and I fell towards Nate. We fell down the cliff, hand in hand. I felt the sharp stones pierce my skin, but I was with Nate, my happiness and relief overcame all the pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was bleeding from all the scratches. It was happening so fast, falling. I couldn't see anything but swirls of colours. Nate was looking at me, with a smile. "I love you, Katie.." he breathed and as I fell to the sharp rocks of the sea, we kissed. I felt the stones running through my body as we just lay there, kissing. Slowly, everything started fading away. The water rushed through my body as my body floated with it, my spirit floating up with Nate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were finally together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-3933359988180190371?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3933359988180190371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/01/short-story-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/3933359988180190371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/3933359988180190371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/01/short-story-ii.html' title='Short Story II'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-1526038382640690524</id><published>2012-01-21T10:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T10:49:50.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pwheee-</title><content type='html'>HEY did anyone notice something in music nowadays?&lt;div&gt;Almost every song has WHISTLING. I'm serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's a fad, but whistling is in like, those sexy songs or whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take "Moves Like Jagger" for example. WHISTLING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Pumped Up Kicks" ! OK this isn't a sexy song but STILL! WHISTLING!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I Wanna Go" WHISTLING AGAIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Troublemaker" (Hyuna and Hyun Seung's controversial touching and petting.. -_-) THE OH-SO CATCHY WHISTLING! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, who cares about the song? I just want to listen to the whistling LOL I don't know about you, but I only remember the whistling first once I listen to the song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, CNY is coming.... which means I'll be on a hiatus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cos I'm going back to my Dad's hometown and that means no Internet cos people there are..lame. I don't know what they do in their free time, like seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh and there are no malls there.. like, there's Giant and Mydin but that's basically it. Everyone wears tacky clothes and shorts. The up-side for them I guess is that the girls have nice legs there, otherwise... they're just a bunch of racist folk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm serious. They're all racist. I can't look at a person of a different race without getting stared at like I'm ET or something -_- hello, doods. I'm OK with everyone okay? Hate bitches cos they're bitches, DUH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't like my cousin LOL she's the same age as I and she has the worse attitude ever. First of all, she's extremely spoiled and says whatever she likes. Like, she has practically NO respect for anyone. She even screams at old people -_- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ANYWAYS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I haven't blog about Pn. Mazidah right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She went all ape shit on us on Wednesday -_- she came in and checked our latihan books and some people didn't do the exercise and she became SO pissed. Then she started scolding us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"You guys 4Science2 or 4Akaun2 huh?" and all that shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then the people who didn't bring their books (including me.... ._.) stood up and she scold us then she let us sit down and warn us if anyone forgot to bring book again we'll kena hukuman like she's gonna freaking chop our heads off -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then she bincang the answers with us and she got damn pissed off when no one knew the definisi nilai... and she made everyone stand up. Then she ask us again what class we're in -_- then she said anyone who could say any definisi for any nilai then can sit down. So I answered lo, Kepercayaan kepada Tuhan :P I memorise Nilai 1 - 5 only AHAHAHA but the first one is the only one I remember the clearest... don't ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She actually asked us for the definisi of Rasional and no one knew so I pointed out that she haven't teach us that part yet and she went BEZERK and went&lt;br /&gt;I HAVEN'T TEACH YOU YET? YOU FORM 1, FORM 2, FORM 3 NEVER LEARN MORAL AH? ALL THE DEFINISI GOT CHANGE MEH? bla bla bla--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello, excuse me. We only found out Moral was in SPM in like, form 3. And even then, SPM was like two years away. And we had to focus on PMR anyways, who the fuck will bother memorising the definisi nilai huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gonna practise my definisi nilai thingy now. Ignore this LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kepercayaan Kepada Tuhan - Yakin wujudnya Tuhan sebagai pencipta alam and mematuhi segala surunhan-Nya berlandaskan pegangan agama masing-masing selaras dengan prinsip Rukun Negara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Amanah - Sikap bertanggungjawab yang boleh menimbulkan keyakinan dan kepercayaan orang lain terhadap diri sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Harga Diri - Keupayaan dan keyakinan agar mampu memulia dan menjaga maruah diri dalam kehidupan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bertanggungjawab - Kesanggupan diri seseorang untuk memikul dan melaksanakan tugas serta kewajipan dengan sempurna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hemah Tinggi - Beradab sopan dan berbudi pekerti dalam pergaulan seharian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;:P that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-1526038382640690524?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/1526038382640690524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/01/pwheee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/1526038382640690524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/1526038382640690524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/01/pwheee.html' title='Pwheee-'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-8985968729594499788</id><published>2012-01-15T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T20:29:14.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:) changed the blogskin. Leave a comment, k :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-8985968729594499788?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/8985968729594499788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/01/changed-blogskin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/8985968729594499788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/8985968729594499788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/01/changed-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-5810117249470752490</id><published>2012-01-15T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T17:42:49.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Story</title><content type='html'>Billy Turner was ordinary and living a normal life like any other 7 year old boy would do. He was obsessed with super heroes and he dreams about him fighting crime and making his parents proud.&lt;div&gt;It was November 16 when Billy Turner was officially turning 8. It was a school day and he was just out in the play ground playing with his secret crush little Mary J.  when a man in a black suit and shiny dark shades appeared at the playground beside the second grade teacher, Mrs. Clayton. The man took off his shades to reveal a pair of dull grey eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The man introduced himself as a friend of Billy's Dad. Billy has never met this mysterious man will grey eyes before. Despite being reminded time and time again by Mr. Turner to not talk to strangers, Billy packed up his school bag and followed the mysterious man whose name was unknown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They walked down the street away from school to a dark corner. A dirty jeep was parked at the curb and Billy followed the man into the vehicle. Billy was too much in awe of the mysterious man and his mysterious jeep to notice that at the backseat, sat two other men with scars and messy stitches. Billy's imagination ran wild and he thought the man had super powers and the jeep could fly like the blue one in Harry Potter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The man brought Billy to a secluded park near downtown. With his shades perched on the bridge of his nose, the man helped Billy down and brought him to a concrete bench.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Billy, do you know why you're here?" the man asked. Billy cringed a little from his breath as it stank with alcohol. Billy was too young to know that the man was drunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Billy shook his head and looked down at his feet. He was never good with eye contact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well, Billy," the man started, crouching to Billy's level, forcing Billy to look at him. "Your Daddy has been a very bad man."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Billy's Dad was never bad! He brought Billy to eat ice cream and taught him how to fly a kite. While his Mother baked apple pies and cooked the meals, Billy's Dad would teach him how to ride a bike and cleaned his scratches when he fell. Billy was shocked at the man's statement and shook his head vigorously. "No!" he cried, determined to change the man's impression on Billy's dear Dad. "Dad's a good man! I love him!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The man's face turned a deep scarlet and his hand connected to Billy's cheek with a loud slap. Billy fell to the ground from the impact. The two men got down from the jeep with some wooden planks in their hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the men, bald with a tattoo on his face handed the man in the suit a plank. The man started hitting Billy with the planks, showing no signs of mercy for the poor 8 year old boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Billy cried and yelled from help, but the passerby's ignored him and went on their way to do what they needed to. They were all too afraid to get too close in case they got harmed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Billy's eyes hurt from the tears and he could feel the blood trickling down from his temple. His throat was sore from the yelling and crying and his body was full of bruises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second man who had spiked up blue hair took a sack out and Billy was dumped into it, his body curling up in fear. It was pointless, no one could save him now. His head throbbed from the pain and his whole body hurt from the gashes and cuts. He was slowly getting tired and had an urge to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just for a little while,&lt;/i&gt; he said to himself. Billy's eyes fluttered close for the last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YEAH I WAS BORED :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-5810117249470752490?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/5810117249470752490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/01/short-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/5810117249470752490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/5810117249470752490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/01/short-story.html' title='Short Story'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-8481045245003230126</id><published>2012-01-14T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T22:31:14.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>HEY PEEPS :D sorry for being MIA for a while lol I'm swarmed with school work and I'm still kinda trying to get in the hang of waking up at 5am every morning and surviving school.&lt;div&gt;Cos of transport conflicts, I have to wait for my van until 4pm on Monday and Tuesday. Auntie doesn't fetch at 2.30 on Monday so I wait for like, an hour and a half... But I heard that Uncle Lui is fetching at 3.30 so..whatever lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear if I had tuition, I won't be here. I'll be asleep on my bed :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, Add Maths is so hard. I mean, it's not hard. It's confusing or something liddat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm kinda getting in the hang of it right now and it's THE FUCKING BEST FEELING IN THE WORLD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cos I spent like hours staring at Question 9 and couldn't get it right until this morning LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't really concentrate much cos of the construction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since CNY is coming, the parents decided to do some changes.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like, for example. My stairs. There used to be a rug cos when we (my brothers and I) were kids, we were apparently really clumsy so we fell down on the stairs alot LOLOLOL so they had a rug put there..it's like cemented to place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, since the falling rates have gone down, they're tiling it now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad has no taste in tiles.....it's this weird brown-orange textured marble tile thing...........whatever la. It's just the stairs :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're doing the small stuff now since we're going back to the kampung like, soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently doodling for the bola jaring shirt. I joined Bola Jaring (netball) and someone suggested we get a shirt for our own club :D that's so cool, since the teacher let us design it and the best one gets to be on the shirt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it has to simple lol cos if it's too complex, it might be too out-of-the-budget..cos some people want to put their names too...which would be cool too :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I'm the ketua...again...................... hopefully this year is better..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, at least they do their work. Like, on time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, well most of them..I think. Yeah. Just some of the usual people who always pass up late ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kesian the prefects sometimes, they can hardly catch up with their school work cos of duties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either that, or they just have really bad memory lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm..what else to blog about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah that should be it :D BLESS Y'ALL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-8481045245003230126?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/8481045245003230126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/01/hiatus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/8481045245003230126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/8481045245003230126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/01/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-6304050758251728200</id><published>2012-01-07T19:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T19:19:05.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot stuff'/><title type='text'>SIGHT-SEEING PART FIVE..I think</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOOOOOOOOOD. Finally HAHAHAHAHA &lt;div&gt;went to Leisure Mall today cos Mom wanted to go for her mani-pedi shit and I dawdled around Popular =_= so boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS, we went to McD's first and I had a McChicken. Didn't eat that for months LOL I know right @_@ ANYWAYS, I plopped down on the seat looking at the table, and when I looked up, THIS REALLY SUPER HOT GUY WAS STARING BACK and I was like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OOOOOVVVEEERRRLOOOOAAAADDDD. Feel my hormones from miles away HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally a Chinese guy that appeals to the eyes :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-6304050758251728200?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/6304050758251728200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/01/sight-seeing-part-fivei-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/6304050758251728200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/6304050758251728200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/01/sight-seeing-part-fivei-think.html' title='SIGHT-SEEING PART FIVE..I think'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-789927264480232381</id><published>2012-01-06T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T13:50:06.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenge Accepted.</title><content type='html'>SO I got into Pure Science :D 4Science2!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Class teacher is Pn Elizabeth and she has yet to grace us with her presence, and we didn't elect the monitor and shit yet. So I guess people assume Kok Zhuo is the ketua eventhough I'm the one that keeps doing the paper work and pasting shit and all he does is... know the teacher's names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's not good with names lol it took him half a year to remember how to spell Michelle -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS, the maths teacher - Pn Nazeema cannot teach LOL she's the teacher that's super thin like she's anorexic lol and she got pregnant once and the baby must have been bigger or heavier than her..cos she's so tiny. Her eyes are sunken in and you can see her arm-bones through her skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I thought Sue Zanne was thin LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't understand what she was teaching. I had to study the answers and the question only I understood LOL I faaail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En. Abdul Aziz is my Physics teacher as well as 4Science1's and we can all agree that he's the slowest teacher alive. He took two periods to teach us two pages of physic-ness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that was just the INTRODUCTION -____- hopefully he picks up the pace so we don't end up being too slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at least I can understand what he was saying la :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biology teacher is Pn Zuraini and she reminds me of Pn Siti Hawa cos they both don't smile but at least this teacher looks like she's surpressing smiles LOL her smiles are so awkward, up one corner by a millimeter and before you know it, it's gone LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry teacher is Pn Maznin and she's the KRS teacher (not sure about this year..) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's such a bundle of joy LOL so cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spend her first lesson figuring out how to do the scientific method shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think most of us forgotten the whole MV because RV shit for inference or hypothesis or something..cos everyone was making noise and blur-ed out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amanda's notes are so neat &amp;gt;____&amp;gt; jealous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Add Maths is Pn Teh and the way she talk is like she's blurring out and popping back into reality LOL but OK la so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard that she's not a good Add Maths teacher cos she's blur...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which she is. Maybe cos she's getting old or something and can't remember what she wrote EXACTLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pn Guna is a good Sejarah teacher O: SO MUCH better compared to Pn Norila. Maybe cos Pn N's voice cracks and she's hardly ever at school lol we missed out on so much and in the end, we had to self-study cos she's either not there or she talks to herself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I FINALLY KNOW WHAT TAMADUN MEANS HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH omg I fail in Sejarah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I got an A, I will never know @___@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS, I finally got my Buku Catatan 8D Sue Zanne bought the wrong ones and she sold it to me HAHAH no need to line up :P Still need to get the maths book though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to Fiona, you can get the exercise books with the lencana sekolah at Pustaka Rakyat..hmm. Maybe I should try there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today's the Club and Sports registration day. Registered for Science+Maths and Bola Jaring lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wanted to go to Bola Baling cos then no need to do anything and still be able to watch sweaty guys HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH we are so sick but no more place already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Daniel was all "Ezhen you joined bola baling!? O.O" and I was like no....lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then went to Bola Tampar and there was no more space -_-  so evantually, we went to the nearest thing - Bola Jaring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;DIE. Got Pn Radin lol she's strict..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;WELCOME ZURISH TO SMK SERI MUTIARA BTW ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-789927264480232381?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/789927264480232381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/01/challenge-accepted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/789927264480232381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/789927264480232381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2012/01/challenge-accepted.html' title='Challenge Accepted.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-4170585904482232939</id><published>2011-12-31T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T22:05:22.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>365 days of 2011, 1 blog post.</title><content type='html'>2011 was..stressful to say the least. And quite eventful I guess.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started the school year in morning session for the first time in SMKSM. Was really nervous cos the girls in morning session are quite brutal, they keep giving you what I (I don't know if you remember this, Gabriel) call The Look - The Look is the look that people give you that makes you want to just run away and hide in a corner cos they look so intimidating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I get glares left right and center every time I come early for ko-ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meeting Mdm. Ee for the first time. It was SCARY. Cos she just screams all of a sudden! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon, we realised that's her way of getting our attention. Mdm Ee's cool :D out of all the teachers, I actually learnt SOMETHING from her. Cos she's so..nice. And intimidating. Good combo for teachers :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat with Michelle, then shifted to sitting next to Kim.. made a new friend :D not that we weren't friends last year, we just didn't talk that much. Kim tells me really weird things..not gonna say here in case she finds out and slaps my eye balls out -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making friends with Verinia's classmates LOL gave my mom a super heart attack when I told her they're Indians. Please la. They're nice and friendly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helped out 5Sc3 for their cafe. Very..tiring LOL SAW DAMN A LOT OF HOT ASSES FOR THE FUTSAL THING. Have absolute no idea who they are but DAMN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daaaaamn.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PMR. Freaked out and finished all my revision books LOL and being all relaxed at school. Funny how my brain works. Huh. Results were good though :D 6A2B which is PRETTY AMAZING for me okay, don't tell me "oh, I got 7As!" or "I got 8As, :PPP" cos that's you. For me, getting more than 4 As is considered a blessing from God LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made new friends in tuition! :D Nadia and Fifi. They're cute LOL and perky in their own way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most memorable moment was when Nadia passed me a note telling me to look at the guy in the last row wearing the grey shirt LOL I was like "whut?" and she was like "he's cute."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL I forgot how he looked like though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS, Fifi looked intimidating at first. Cos she hardly ever smiled XD but whatever. They're my tuition buddies :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know, sometimes it's really frustrating if my friend becomes best friends with someone &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; introduced them to. Ish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-4170585904482232939?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/4170585904482232939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-days-of-2011-1-blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/4170585904482232939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/4170585904482232939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/365-days-of-2011-1-blog-post.html' title='365 days of 2011, 1 blog post.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-1060784087576927154</id><published>2011-12-31T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T21:45:19.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new day.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's a new day, a new year :) it is time to end 2011 and accept the fact that 2012 is coming.&lt;div&gt;Not only is 2012 the last year where we can celebrate 12.12.12, the Mayans also believe this is our last year of survival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Utter bull. BUT if it really happens, I love you all :) it means a lot to me if you actually see this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS. I'm forever alone until the day I die so yeah. Spending New Year at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even my Dad has plans. He's going to the count-down I think with his old friends, and he left us at home. My eldest brother's at work, and my second brother is upstairs, doing..whatever he does..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mom and I, forever together :P what can I say, I'm a Mommy's girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can smell the divorce papers coming..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cos y'know, my parents aren't exactly all peachy keen right now lol I don't know about my Dad, but my Mom's totally peeved that he always comes home after drinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between you and me, I think she's afraid he's cheating on her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which I can't say anything to, because you know. Zaman sekarang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they aren't exactly IN LOVE, in love with each other. I think they're tolerating each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cos my Mom's a total family person and my Dad..isn't. Mom says that she thinks he thinks of us as a burden. Which y'know, isn't exactly nice to hear if you're me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I live to impress. If not, at least have people don't hate me -_- I may say I don't give a fuck but I ACTUALLY DO OKAY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm quite sure you'll feel the same too if you were me in 2009 -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ERASE ERASE ERASE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought a dress today lol it's a checkered button-up dress type..it's a shirt dress :D got it from Voir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, I regret not getting the one from Cache Cache which is like, brown? I didn't get it cos I feel like some sort of Safari person XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mm.. what else. What else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that's pretty much it :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, ending a blog post. My biggest flaw in the world of blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year y'all :) hopefully you stick to your resolutions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like me! I HAVEN'T BEEN PERVY IN LIKE, AGES. kthanksbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-1060784087576927154?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/1060784087576927154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/1060784087576927154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/1060784087576927154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-day.html' title='A new day.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-1781929623837027038</id><published>2011-12-30T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T22:24:25.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Things changed. I know they did :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;But it's okay. If you're happy, then nothing's wrong.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Right?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-1781929623837027038?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/1781929623837027038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/things-changed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/1781929623837027038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/1781929623837027038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/things-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-2167386986401211881</id><published>2011-12-29T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T16:59:04.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over-sized Seal</title><content type='html'>I have a best friend for 15 years :) that's a lot considering zaman sekarang :P &lt;div&gt;I nick-named her PORINIA (combination of Popiah and her name..HAHA don't ask.) and she is the sweetest person on Earth :) I have some paranoia problems right now and she's helping me get through haha ANYWAYS, this crazy girl wrote me a poem :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;best friend for 15 years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;been here when i'm in tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;you mean the world to me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;you're really important, can't you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;you've got a personality that could kill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;i've named you after an overweight seal! (walrus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;you've got such a cute laugh &amp;amp; a blinding smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;you make my life worthwhile ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;whenever you laugh, i feel so much better&lt;br /&gt;you were the sensible one, not the naughtier&lt;br /&gt;through everything, you've always advised&lt;br /&gt;for a girl your age, you can be pretty wise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you like a sister would,&lt;br /&gt;i care for you like a brother could,&lt;br /&gt;i scold you like a mother should,&lt;br /&gt;i stalk you like a father, like DUDE! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your happiness is the best thing in the world&lt;br /&gt;your jokes and perverseness, not fit for a girl ;P&lt;br /&gt;but whoever and whatever you are,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be here, in your heart :DD ♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, yeah. She calls me Walrus LOL don't ask. Even I don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS. Walrus wants her to know that she loves her :') who cares about chk in this 5 minutes of love HAHA. Don't ask who's/what's chk either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT IT DOESN'T MEAN I FORGOT MY OTHER BITCHES IN WAITING :P There's Michelle and Kimboob and Sin Wi :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ikut urutan la har :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met Sin Wi in Form one and we hit off when she read my English assignment and she wanted to be friends eventhough I kept mistaking her for Sin Yee LOL she's been with me through a lot :) though there was a period of time when she gets right under my skin (she still does with her lack of manners sometimes...but hey, I do that too LOL) ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I realized that no one's perfect and sometimes you just have to have some toleration cos there's no one out there who's right for you if you don't have SOME patience, right? :) but whatever. At least she's through the whole infatuation with certain guy where she writes letters to him and hides them in her file. She has A LOT. the file is empty except for those letters...it's so weird lol a girl writing love letters instead of the other way round but I guess she really liked him so yeah. Whatever lol at least it ended cos anyone could see they aren't made for each other put the whole teasing aside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS, she's the only one who wouldn't be pissed at me or hate me for my sudden outbursts of sarcasm or anything. Sure, she gets hurt. But she gets over it in 5 seconds :P I'm not that sarcastic now k ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then comes Michelle. We became close in Form 2 when I was assigned to sit beside her. Sure, we fought a lot over sensitive issues, but we reconciled anyways, and that's what matters :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's the only one who would play along when I suddenly belt out a random song lyric. She'll stay silent for 2 seconds and sing along LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in perhimpunan when we count down 15 seconds and scream LIAR HAHAHAHAH good times :') &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when she was emo once this year, Cheryl and I faked a Texan accent and told a story of her and DB HAHA she got cheerful after that. Yeah, I know. We're awesome :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEXT IS MY LATEST ADDITION: Kimboob :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I initially started the year sitting next to Michelle, but because of various reasons, we had to change seats so I ended up sitting next to Kim and at first, I thought it would be a disaster since she's so girly-girly and I'm...not LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT she's a really nice person! Put aside her tendencies to drone on and on about something she just got or something that just happened or her very defensive side when I don't seem like I'm convinced, she's really nice and well, compatible with me LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a mutual dislike for A-man that's for sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the school had this whole Patriotic competition that was SUPPOSED to involve the whole class, she's the only one who agreed to help :') and she also helped me do the card! WHICH WE WON FIRST PLACE FOR BY THE WAY HEHE it's not easy okay, it's competing against all the other classes. But I had confidence in us HAHAHA I did the designing, she did the work :P she brought the material to school and I told her what to do LOL I SOUND MEAN BUT THAT'S HOW IT WORKS OK she told me to do that anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmmmm. Yeah coming to and end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a lot of friends and acquaintances, but only a few become my close friends :) These four are just some of the best friends I have.. they're awesome in their own sick way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They all drive me up the wall sometimes and vice versa but we still love each other :') &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you know you love someone dearly, even if you let go, they'll come back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So don't screw it up, people. Love your friends, love your enemies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, don't hate ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-2167386986401211881?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/2167386986401211881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/over-sized-seal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/2167386986401211881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/2167386986401211881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/over-sized-seal.html' title='Over-sized Seal'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-218287463557901721</id><published>2011-12-28T12:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T13:12:48.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>Here comes a post where I might be a bit more formal than usual HAH. I think that just spoiled the whole 'formal blog post'....but I don't think anyone would care that much so yeah.&lt;div&gt;Please leave a comment of you huffed through your nose after reading that :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to MidValley with Mom yesterday. She, as usual made a bee line to Robinsons cos apparently that's the only place with shoes she likes. I have no patience for my mom's shoe shopping -_- she takes hours choosing between two pairs. In the end, she buys both. Sheesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I went to Art Friend first :D I think they rearranged some stuff there. I couldn't find the ribbons then I saw them..they were hidden behind another rack and I couldn't pull it out so yeah. -_- I went to find the felt pieces next.. they have the kind that isn't woolly! That's awesome. The woolly types are super hard to cut. So I restocked on peach and brown then I saw this teal colour so what the heck. And purple :)) got some Sharpies, a liner pen and done :D first time I spent so little in a craft shop LOL usually I spend more than 50 bucks. Cos everything's so tempting. Didn't get any scrapbook paper though :/ they don't have the A4 kind. Ish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to Borders and got a new book! :D "I Don't Know How She Does It" by Allison Pearson. It's awesome so far...I'm still on page 25 so fingers crossed! Also a Mini Cleo! :D when I was lining up, I saw the same family that was behind me in Art Friend o____o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What a coincidence. They looked friendly enough. But yeah. Shy mahhh :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then I went to Robinsons. HUGE mistake. Should have stayed in Borders longer -.- my Mom spent another three hours there. I walked around for two hours doing nothing. I was hungry, I was bored. AND SHE KEPT LOOKING AT SHOES AND CLOTHES! Frustrating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She should know by now that me + hungry = cranky :P I insult a lot of people when I'm hungry and pissed HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I knocked down a rack of clothes... hee hee heeeeee I was really cranky HAHA. The promoters gave me dirty looks and a bit weary that I'll knock down more stuff. I think I embarrassed my Mom a lot, cos she went to pay immediately HEEHEEHEE. Guilty as charged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A lot of shit happened basically. I went to a lot of places. My feet hurt and my arms ached from holding so many shopping bags. There's everything from that huge purple Robinsons bag to the Body Glove paper bag (who doesn't love paper bags? They're awesome! That crinkly sound they make..loves &amp;lt;3) . Went to Romp and finally saw something I like :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I saw this leather jacket there and I wanted to get it SO SO SO bad, but then my practical side came and I'm like 'where can I wear THIS to?' so.. yeah :( it sucks that Malaysia is so hot, you don't get to wear long sleeves that often :( I particularly love long sleeves LOL on everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Who doesn't look good in long sleeves?? It's so versatile. Doesn't matter if you're fat, thin, muscular or flabby; you'll still look good in long sleeves :D (but obviously I'll prefer if you're muscular :P) SO I put it back and got a white hoodie instead. OH and this pair of green skinnies. It's so comfortable :O I didn't want to try it at first but then, I slipped it on and fell in love with it &amp;lt;3 it looks like a skinny version of my KRS pants :O except this is more comfy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also got this pair of beige above-the-knee shorts (?) from Giordano :D I don't know if it's considered shorts. It isn't short-shorts, but it isn't long. So it's shorts I guess o_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then we went to Body Glove cos my Mom was attracted by the heaps of people standing there LOL I got this pink shirt. Love it. That shade is awesome :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So basically you can say my Mom tried to buy me back LOL cos before eating I was this pissed off little girl. We went to eat pancakes and I practically drowned myself in that chocolate fondue cos I thought it would help. But I only got depressed after that for un-said reasons. So I was like grunting to everything she asked me HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I still don't feel really happy enough. Just better than yesterday but whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We reached there at 1pm. Left at 9.30 :O omg. Eight hours LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Satisfying day :) The rest of bags were filled with polo tees for the men of the family. They're so fussy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Go buy your own clothes next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-218287463557901721?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/218287463557901721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/218287463557901721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/218287463557901721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-943995150689719376</id><published>2011-12-22T23:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T23:07:18.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel so bad.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-943995150689719376?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/943995150689719376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-feel-so-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/943995150689719376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/943995150689719376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-feel-so-bad.html' title='Emotional Stress'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-5743652512332181687</id><published>2011-12-22T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T21:13:43.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OHH MYY GOODDDD!</title><content type='html'>6A's 2B's OMGGG!&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehehehehhehehehe when teacher told me that my slip wasn't there and I had to naik pentas I was like O.O ARE YOU SURE!?? I was so damn surprised LOL I triple checked.&lt;br /&gt;OOO: Michelle got straight A's by the way LOL CONGRATULATIONS!&lt;br /&gt;11am was the best time of my life O: my God. I was so happy HAHAHA I got B for Chinese :) I expected C or D XD&lt;div&gt;THANKSFORTHATHEHEHEHE. Inside thing ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So my brother's in a bad mood right now LOL he's ranting about my power-mad cousin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, not that I disagree. OKAY BEFORE YOU SCROLL DOWN AH, BEWARE. I AM GOING TO RANT A LOT :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So when I was young, I was damn close to my cousin sister LOL I think cos I was small and still considered cute LOL whatever. OKAY so her brother (I'm gonna stop saying cousin now lol it'll be so confusing.) was like a Nazi or something cos he was so damn intimidating. I don't remember anything, but I know that she cried A LOT cos of him.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I remember when I was TRYING to sleep, it was actually the guest room or something and their computer room was outside and he used to play it with his younger brother. OH MY GOD. It was so hard to sleep lol he kept screaming at him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember when she was using the computer once and for some reason he thinks she used enough and ordered her to stop using and she's like later and swapped his hand away. I was there cos I was looking at the new puppy (Teddy. It still loves me :'D). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;BOOM. BAM. KAAABBOOOOMM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He blew up o_o even the puppy was scared LOLOLOL it hid under the table. But I guess he still has a rationale though he was pissed. He picked the puppy up, handed it to me and told me to make it stay in the pen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But she was crying so hard @___@ I was like omg and my Dad heard her sobs and came up and he was like O.O WTF IS GOING ON? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Whatever. I was so small and dense then that I didn't even knew the youngest cousin (two years older than me LOL) was related to me HAHAHAH he was just THERE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The eldest cousin was..quiet ._. I only remembered her being on the phone a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The second one was a power-mad Nazi..AKA the most spoiled one LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The third one was like, my best friend or something XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, needless to say, my favourite cousin is the third one LOL she was the only one to hug me :'D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well. Too bad right now they grew up already LOL all not home ady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;#sadlife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-5743652512332181687?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/5743652512332181687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/ohh-myy-goodddd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/5743652512332181687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/5743652512332181687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/ohh-myy-goodddd.html' title='OHH MYY GOODDDD!'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-2287888469124443169</id><published>2011-12-21T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T22:54:29.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;it's tomorrow.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so nervous :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-2287888469124443169?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/2287888469124443169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/2287888469124443169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/2287888469124443169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/results.html' title='Results.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-4044018600198098247</id><published>2011-12-19T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T21:32:47.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My GOD.</title><content type='html'>I can't live with Leos.&lt;br /&gt;There. I said it. If you're a leo, we can be acquaintances but BOY OH BOY we can't be really close friends. It's best for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my Dad for example. He's like the PRIME example of a Leo. What's worst is he's born on a number 2. Number 2's are usually the emotional type that are super sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive + Leo = KABLAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day he comes home from God knows what the hell he does (on paper, he's retired but for some strange reason he's selling houses -.-) he's in a bad mood and immediately you can smell the tension -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's one of those typical money-minded Chinese men. The difference is, he wants to get money just like that. He doesn't want to work. Every time there's paper work, he either gets really frustrated and pissed, or he makes Mom to do it. Like as if she isn't stressed out and busy herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom can't get a decent break from work to save her life. Her co-workers are like hopeless or something. Every time we go out (Which is like..once a week. It's rare to see her at home ok -,-) she gets an e-mail literally every 10 minutes. Then almost every half hour she gets some phone call and she talks for another half hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT plus HIS paper work? If I were my Mom, I would've left his ass years ago -,- not kidding here. My dad is lame. And now he's getting older, he's getting more stubborn and temperamental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be frank, I cannot handle it. Seriously? Talk about mood-killer.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'm not saying it's not OK to be sensitive sometimes but if you don't tell us what's wrong and you expect us to know and be all sympathetic, you are wrong mister. &lt;br /&gt;Cos you can't blame us for being ignorant if you don't tell us what the fuck is wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like yesterday for example. Here's the thing. Every time I use my phone at the table I get yelled at for being addicted. So yesterday he was using his phone too and this wasn't the first time already. Hypocrite much? So my mom jokingly pointed it out and BAM. He got OFFENDED or something and got all silent all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK DUDE? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live with a man like that. Apa lagi sleep in the same bed until the day you die. Which is why I salute my mom for being incredibly patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He only got mad because we're saying he's a hypocrite. WHICH IS SO TRUE. Cos y'know. No offence to Leos out there, but you guys have huge egos. And he's a guy, which makes it worse cos guys usually have huger egos. Stabbing his ego makes him mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- honestly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-4044018600198098247?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/4044018600198098247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-my-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/4044018600198098247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/4044018600198098247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-my-god.html' title='Oh My GOD.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-6609786167373820680</id><published>2011-12-19T14:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T14:06:26.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless</title><content type='html'>No words can describe how much I love reading Su Jean's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NG SU JEAN, OTL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her blog &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; http://rockthisjunk.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-6609786167373820680?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/6609786167373820680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/wordless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/6609786167373820680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/6609786167373820680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/wordless.html' title='Wordless'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-4213147408171780678</id><published>2011-12-19T13:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T13:43:03.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW LOOK!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, you should be wondering about that moustache bomb I have here in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Moustaches are AWESOME okay :P &lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I like them on actual human beings lol that's just..weird. I like them on cute characters though XD&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever. It's a short update. A lot of on my mind !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-4213147408171780678?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/4213147408171780678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-look.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/4213147408171780678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/4213147408171780678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-look.html' title='NEW LOOK!'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-3007454653414133935</id><published>2011-12-17T13:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T13:03:23.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH hey</title><content type='html'>Yeah I changed the link ;D I used 'mybloggyheaven' for like, almost five years already LOL I've always wanted to change it, but I was too lazy to tell everyone I relinked...but now only like, 2 people update their blogs LOL so I relink la, not alot of people to tell :P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmm.. the header proudly made my me :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meh, it's amateur-ish, made in MS paint :P Yeah, I'm gonna change it when I'm not lazy to edit it :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-3007454653414133935?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3007454653414133935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/3007454653414133935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/3007454653414133935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-hey.html' title='OH hey'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-7810184346095467014</id><published>2011-12-16T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T23:20:15.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Update</title><content type='html'>HEY LOL sorry I haven't updated in a looong while..nothing much to blog about :P&lt;div&gt;Went to Pav the other day with Verinia, visit her &lt;a href="http://sexonthepiano.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; for more info :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing I regretted was not getting the typo notebooks and that Roxy bag. The leather was so soft...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm broke now -__- Su Jean, if you're reading this. I will give you that RM10 when I get my allowance, 'kay? :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God I need cash. And more credit lol regret using the 3G. Ate me like..almost RM40 =__= _|_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmmm.. yeah okay. I am so in love with Florence + The Machine :) go listen to their songs! It's awesome--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uhm, yeah. Sorry XD I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY! Will update when something interesting happens :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-7810184346095467014?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/7810184346095467014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/simple-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/7810184346095467014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/7810184346095467014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/simple-update.html' title='Simple Update'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-8941958787951229971</id><published>2011-12-11T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T21:45:02.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JIEN LI'S BIRTHDAY PARTY! 11.12.2011</title><content type='html'>Today was so epic lol I arrived at Jien Li's doorstep at 11am as said.. but she didn't pick up her phone and it looked empty so my parents brought me to breakfast first -____- I was hoping to skip breakfast. My Mom's appetite expanded or something yesterday, keep dragging me to eat and when I don't she thinks I'm trying to be Anorexic or something and she'll stuff me even more =_____= please la. AS IF I will stop eating.&lt;div&gt;We ate lunch at 3pm then at 6pm she drag me to tong sui -__________________- I was fucking full and she made me eat dinner pula. my god. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so eating light tomorrow..at least she's not home XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS, a breakfast trip soon turned to a supermarket trip and as predicted, my Mom just HAD to take her time .. -__- they were convinced that everyone will be late. PLEASE LA. Psh. I hate being late -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She practically bought the entire vegetable stall or something the bag was so big @_@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY ENOUGH RANTING ABOUT MY PARENTS' OBVIOUS LAX ATTITUDE WHEN IT COMES TO TIMING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I reached there AGAIN at 12.3o so yeah.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dah dee doo dah. I forgot what we did LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY: I made meringues! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first egg was a failure cos Jien Li ruined it LOL we fried that egg by the way. Then Beh (I don't know her full name LOL they call her Beh so....yeahh...) seperated the egg whites from the egg yolks and I whisked the egg whites while they fried the egg yolks LOL they were so against wasting eggs XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUUCCCCEEESSS :D Turn the bowl upside down and nothing comes dripping ;) I felt so accomplished but I kept turning it upside down to check LOL you'll never know what shit might happen next :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we added cocoa powder cos...JL saw the tin and she wanted to add it so..whatever XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The meringues were OK. Not sweet enough :P I burnt my palm in the process ish -___- but the toothpaste really helped O: it healed so fast x) now it's just pinkish-purple..I dunno. It might be my vein for all I know XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uhmm..yeah I think that's it LOL sorry. I'm lazy. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-8941958787951229971?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/8941958787951229971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/jien-lis-birthday-party-11122011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/8941958787951229971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/8941958787951229971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/jien-lis-birthday-party-11122011.html' title='JIEN LI&apos;S BIRTHDAY PARTY! 11.12.2011'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-2662064817053781056</id><published>2011-12-10T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T12:44:29.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clash of the Egos.</title><content type='html'>Hey! It's another family related post again lols so stay away if you don't wanna read this. It's my way of venting out so yeah. Soon, my mom might probably read this and tell me to delete it -_- she doesn't like it when I blog about them..I secretly think it has something to do with my family's rep and ego.&lt;div&gt;My Mom + My Dad + My Brothers have HUGE egos. So I probably have one too under influences :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother was talking about this person in his class who's a Chinese-Malay mix and how his voice is irritating cos he wants to talk like an Irish but ends up talking like a bubble is stuck in his throat LOL think Pn.Indra..yeah, that irritating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, knowing my brother. His talking is like my brain LOL I mean, we travel from topic to topic based on the similarities shit between them so yeah. Sometimes I space out cos I'm dreaming. At least, that's what my palmistry-reading uncle who can't be impressed by anything except his own grandchildren says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS, I think my mom got annoyed or something cos she actually back talked and responded to his talks and when that happens they start raising their voices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so creepy -_- I don't like it when they start arguing. Cos ONE I don't really like real-life drama and TWO somehow, I'll get dragged into their argument.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like that time (I think I said this before, but what the heck) my brother and my dad were having this heated discussion and I was minding my own business Facebook-ing when my Dad was all grouchy about the stuff being on the table so I went to pick them up la, I left the books on the floor FOR THE PRESENT TIME,  and went to put the other non-book stuff away. He picked the books up and threw them outside -_- he might've apologized for that, but I still get peeved when I think about it -_- I feel so pissed now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Dad. He has this huge ego that can't be harmed or he'll just explode on spot -_- I think that's why he's hot tempered and never changes his ways. Like, he never puts his OWN stuff away and yet, I get scolded for being MESSY??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only reason why everyone hardly points out that he's messy is cos of his inflated ego and his short temper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, until I got born :P Apparently according to my Mom, I speak my mind and have no manners whatsoever. LOL can't blame her, I agree with her..it's just like, at the heat of the moment my patience just runs out and I snap at people and start pelting out insults LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Dad says people born under the number 9 have scary tempers LOLOLOLOL cos 9 is under Mars so yeah. (if you're born on a double digit, just add them up..like for example, you're born on the 24th, so 2+4 = 6...geddit?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go Google numerology if you're interested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my family is pretty fucked up if you ask me. Our personalities are too diverse...even though like, Zodiac-ally speaking, my siblings and I are supposed to be a pack or something cos we're all born under Earth..I'm a Taurus, brothers are Virgo and Capricorn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then my parents are under Fire. I'm not sure about my Mom cos she's an in-between lol she's born on July 23, which is between Leo and Cancer? I guess that's why sometimes we're like super close and sometimes we clash. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO, the children are Earth signs, the Father is a Fire and the Mother is Water/Fire..which isn't exactly very good right lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cos Earth + Fire = ash (?)... though Earth signs and Water signs are supposed to be OK with each other, like me and Verinia :D Earth + Water = mud LOLOLOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah I'm lazy to type any further. It's been a loooooong time since I posted a not-so-short post :) so, I'll end it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adieu xoxo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-2662064817053781056?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/2662064817053781056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/clash-of-egos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/2662064817053781056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/2662064817053781056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/clash-of-egos.html' title='Clash of the Egos.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-5333178886283252736</id><published>2011-12-10T12:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T12:13:50.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bushy Old Man</title><content type='html'>I just experienced as what Su Jean did.. click &lt;a href="http://rockthisjunk.blogspot.com/2011/12/sooo-busybody.html"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt;e for her post :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was at breakfast with Mom and my brother and there was this huge family on the next table..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was this shady old man with bushy eye brows with them =_= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He looked so suspicious with his bushy eye brows and unbuttoned-shirt and his cross-body man bag...less KFC colonel and more Hong Kong drama ah long =__=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was eating when I looked up and he was staring at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or more likely, my food -___- dude, if you're hungry go order more food. Staring at other peoples' food will only make you look bad..cos you already look suspicious enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His eyes were widen with this lusty look -______- so creepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A person can't even eat in peace nowadays..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully, he left before us -_- I FINISHED MY FOOD HAHAHAHAHA you can't have any, you creepy pedophile =___=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-5333178886283252736?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/5333178886283252736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/bushy-old-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/5333178886283252736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/5333178886283252736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/bushy-old-man.html' title='Bushy Old Man'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-3914547639575963350</id><published>2011-12-06T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T14:36:16.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can of soda pop.</title><content type='html'>HEY GUYS :) blogging from Verinia's house now. Gonna talk about yesterday!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up at 7:30 and Verinia's grandma was already outside -_- my mom... she didn't wake me up like I told her to -___- ish. If I had the time, I would've scolded her LOL but since I didn't, I just shoved everything I saw into my bag and went outside in my PJ's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's how desperate I was LOL since no one was helping -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS reached there and um yeah blah blah blah at 11.30 she finally woke up and went down cos I was like HAIKAL IS COMING SOON YOU BITCH XD she was like OKOK sheesh -_- HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love messing with her XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS since she was such a blur case and was sick so I cooked Maggi for her LOL at 12 something, he came by foot or something and we watched Nine. Daniel-Day Lewis is hot LOL I love his voice. It's so sexy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Verinia went to do the laundry and we were left alone in the living room which was AWKWARD. He was tired anyways so he fell asleep on the couch. Cute siao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she went to take a bath and I fell asleep on the floor XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS skip to the cookie baking. We suck LOL we spent so much time trying to figure out how to use the damn mixer XD we were like 'this button...?' and 'is it that one.....?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we finally figured it all out, we mixed everything together and yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first batch was HUGE cos we didn't know what size was it supposed to be LOL they stuck together..but it still tasted good :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the batches were better :) smaller in size lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all that baking shit was done we were in the living room watching another movie. It was so boring lol We initially invited Haikal (henceforth known as H) to wash his hair since he's leaving soon later this month :/ but it was so weird LOL so we decided against it XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I was like 'is he ticklish?' so Verinia scooted next to him and we gave him this sheepish smile HAHAHAH and he was like what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Are you ticklish?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'........................*nods*'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we poked him and he flinched LOL then we poked some more and he was like cringing in a corner HAHAHAHAHAHAHA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet again, cute siao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bla bla bla. While we were watching "From Paris with Love" I fell asleep LOL I was exhausted from all that laughing. AND I WOKE UP AT 7.3O WHEN I SLEPT AT LIKE 2AM. -__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah. Uneventful day HAHA except for the cookies which we called Coobs cos they looked like flat boobs in the first batch and since Man-boobs were called MOOBS, we called it coobs :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;creative eh? *koff koff*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a feeling Verinia's grandma won't let me live it down lol the whole making her wait outside for 15 minutes -_- old people. No matter how much you defend yourself they will NEVER, EVER let you live it down. Like if you did it when you were 5, they'll still bring it up LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dementia -_- can't wait for my parents to get it. Note the sarcasm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO YEAH HOW WAS YOUR DAY? Boring, no doubt :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah got to go now lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Signing off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-3914547639575963350?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3914547639575963350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/can-of-soda-pop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/3914547639575963350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/3914547639575963350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/can-of-soda-pop.html' title='can of soda pop.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-4234383807931549134</id><published>2011-12-04T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T20:06:44.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Those Bright Blue Eyes.</title><content type='html'>I AM SO IN LOVE WITH FLORENCE + THE MACHINE! They're epic.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WbN0nX61rIs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's their new single : Shake It Out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go check out "No Light, No Light" on the way. I love her voice and their music videos. It's so...mystical and surreal. Especially "No Light, No Light". There's this euphoric aura in them :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After listening to the two stated above, check out "Dog Days Are Over"! You should be familiar with it I guess if you watch The Voice. Vicci Martinez sang it and OH MY GOD it was epic. Her cover was SO good. My favourite's Dia Framps though :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't get sick of Florence + The Machine. She isn't your typical sex-queen, she has this old Victorian beauty in her. And her songs, her voice...mesh with the awesome background music of harps and stuff... EPICCCC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GO GO GO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-4234383807931549134?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/4234383807931549134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-those-bright-blue-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/4234383807931549134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/4234383807931549134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-those-bright-blue-eyes.html' title='In Those Bright Blue Eyes.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WbN0nX61rIs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-5840357581447756147</id><published>2011-12-04T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T20:01:36.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes.</title><content type='html'>HEY as you know LOL the time of the moment again. I changed my layout :) &lt;div&gt;I also added a disclaimer on the side and I edited the "about me" page. Take a looksie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-5840357581447756147?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/5840357581447756147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/5840357581447756147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/5840357581447756147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/changes.html' title='Changes.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-3927400583933091441</id><published>2011-12-02T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T18:58:13.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping 8D</title><content type='html'>I love shopping LOLOL especially when someone else is paying (my Mom..my ATM :P) &lt;div&gt;Went to MidValley to day with Mom to get some new clothes cos she's gonna be at US on January so no time..HOPEFULLY SHE GETS ME NEW JEANS HEHEHEHEHEEE &amp;gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS, I wasn't in the mood to shop at first lol cos I only slept for like, 5 hours? and I need sleep to stay un-cranky XD she pulled me to VINCCI and I hate that place lol so many people @_@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we went to Charles and Keith but didn't get anything from there :/ the ones I LOVED were those stilletos but Mom was all 'you sure or not, later your feet blablabla' so whatever lol for the sake of my feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides, I'm the same size as her anyways, we can share shoes ;D and my Mom LOVES shoes LOL she bought like 5 pairs or something and never wore them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that was just within a month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeahhhh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS, we went to NOSE in the end. For some reason, I just like Nose's shoes lol don't know why, don't ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I got these new pair of black wedges! :D they're wide strapped with studs.. LOVES &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to A LOT of other places to look for clothes but they were all casual-winter clothing -_- seriously? IT'S MALAYSIA, and Malaysia is Summer, Summer is Malaysia. It's a tropical wasteland here WHO NEEDS A FUR COAT??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND also cos I don't like sleeveless clothes LOL if not I buy everything I see HAHAHAH all the nice ones are sleeveless -_- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw this nice button up dress though..didn't get it cos I won't wear it XD I'll probably take it out, put it on, take it off and wear something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were looking for a casual dress and a formal dress for the wedding I have to go to on December.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to this place called Fashion Supermarket? Whutever, there were clothes LOL and the mannequin was wearing this one piece dress that was like a white blouse button up top and a purple skirt? It's a one piece though so it's considered a dress XD Yeah, I got that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate zips at the side =_= when it reaches the other hemline, you have to like TUG. @_@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also got a wide black belt to go with it :D CAN MATCH MY SHOES HEEHEEHEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to a lot of other shops like Colours and whatever shit. Tried on some dresses, and let's just say that short hair isn't made for dresses LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm serious -_- either that or I just don't like dresses and the way they look on me lol I need things to cover my arms end of story :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like my body, so sue me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO YEAAHHHHH, that's it XD I'm too tired and lazy to go on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-3927400583933091441?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3927400583933091441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/shopping-8d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/3927400583933091441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/3927400583933091441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/shopping-8d.html' title='Shopping 8D'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-565835079167824101</id><published>2011-12-01T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T23:42:59.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;HEY PEOPLES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I start rambling about something else I must blog about this HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it just happened like, 10 minutes ago XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK since I only had this smoothie for lunch (they are so filling o_o and I ordered the smallest.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALRIGHT WHATEVER. I opened one of the boxes of chocolates and BAM BAM BAM!!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;ANTS. ALOT OF THEM. I was like OH MY GOSH ANTS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; and my Mom was like WHY ARE YOU MAKING SUCH A BIG FUSS OVER ANTS??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;And inside, I was like 'duh. THEY'RE INSECTS!!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;I hateeee insects -_- all types. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;I'm scared of butterflies cos their wings are huge and no one notices this (I think) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;but THEY HAVE BUG BODIES TOO OKAY THEIR WINGS NICE NICE NO USE WAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;ANYWAYS, I freaked out and took out every single one (the smell was nauseating -_-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;And then I tapped the lid over the sink so they'll die faster LOLOL but ants. Are.  NINJAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;I am serious. They hid under the flaps of the lid. WTFFFF THEY'RE INSECTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;And I didn't know at first cos I was so focused on saving the chocolates XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;Then I looked back at the lid and BAM THERE THEY WERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;So I did the next logic-est thing on Earth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;I poured hot water over the lid cos I freaked out HAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;I fail. I even burnt my own toe in the process LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;And then there was the bottom part of the box, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;and there were less ants so I just tapped them again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;then I saw some stray ants there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;but they weren't moving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; and I thought they were dead...so I blew abit and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;BAM BAM BAM . They sprang to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;THEY ARE FUCKING NINJAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;I hate ants LOL in the end, the chocolates go into a Tupperware.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;INSEECCTSSS =_____=&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/8288675429548630758-565835079167824101?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/565835079167824101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/hey-peoples.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/565835079167824101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/565835079167824101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/12/hey-peoples.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-9205385429466723357</id><published>2011-11-29T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T13:50:47.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epilogue</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Little kids ran out of their classrooms as I walked back from my last day of school. A year went by, slow and suffocating as each day passed, but when I turned around, it fades away and passed. Summer was here and it would be a matter of time until the temperature goes up as the Sun would blaze heatedly again. It would remind me of the tragic tale that would replay in my mind no matter how hard I try to forget.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Sometimes, maybe I just don’t want to forget.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;A red helium balloon floated past me as I heard a little girl wail.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;‘Mommy,’ she cried. ‘My balloon!’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;I ran to the middle of the street and leaped high to grab the string of the balloon. Cars honked and screeched to a stop before it hit me. Ignoring their curses, I returned the balloon to the little girl.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Her Mother looked at me with her eyes wide open; shocked, &lt;i&gt;angry&lt;/i&gt;. ‘Are you insane?’ she yelled. ‘You could’ve died!’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;‘I can’t,’ I replied with a smirk. ‘There’s someone up there that wouldn’t let me.’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;That was true. No matter how hard I tried; cutting my wrists, leaping off high places, I just couldn’t die. The pain will never fade away and I will always be reminded of that day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Death was a funny thing, sometimes a bit unfair. One day Aaron was here, the next he wasn’t. I will wake up in the morning, eat my cereal and sitting by the kitchen counter, waiting for him to knock on the door. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Any minute now, he’ll come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;But I’ll eat my cereal, perched on the stool in the kitchen. It would be night time and I’ll still be there waiting for him to come.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;But he never did.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Sometimes, out of the corner of my eye, I would see his shadow and spin around, my heart beating fast. But I always end up disappointed because, &lt;i&gt;of course&lt;/i&gt;, he wouldn’t be there. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;When I heard his name being called, I’ll still turn and look even though I &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; it wouldn’t be him. His every smile, every laugh, every frown will never leave my mind. It was hard, knowing that I wouldn’t see him again, that I wouldn’t wake up in the middle of the night because he was pelting pebbles on my bedroom window. That I wouldn’t have another call, another text, another kiss from him, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Mom and Dad always tried to be brave, to always smile at me encouragingly. I’ll give them a weak smile and retreat to my room. I’ll try not to cry, because it would be the last thing he would want me to do. I’ll try to convince myself that he never happened, that every single moment with him was just a dream.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;But how can I lie to myself like that? No matter how hard I tried to forget, the memories were etched in my mind, never forgotten. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;A few months after he passed away, I mustered enough courage to visit him. Roses in one hand, I made way among the rows and rows of tombstones in C.H. Wagner Memorial Hill until I reached his. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Vines curled around his tombstone like a frame, his name carved into it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Aaron Eugene Grayson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;I left the roses top of the stone before sitting down in front of it, my fingers brushing against his name. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Sometimes, a sparrow will be perched on my shoulder when I was here. I would talk to him while it sang songs to me. Sometimes when I couldn’t help myself and cried, it would be perched on the tombstone cocking its head looking at me with its eyes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Whenever I reached the bridge that connected the cemetery and the park, I’ll look down at the rushing water passing by. I would think of climbing over the wooden rail into the thunderous water but the sparrow will miraculously be there, pulling on my sleeve. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;From then on, I figured that wherever Aaron was, he was watching over me, making sure I stayed very much alive, helping me cope with the pain without him there.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;I’ll go to the park and sit on the swings without anyone behind me pushing. I’ll sit by the lake when I felt like crying because I missed him too much. I’ll sit on the benches eating ice cream alone, reminiscing the times he would hold my hand, how perfect his hand just fit with mine. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Once when I was sitting by the lake, my feet dipped in the cool water, I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks. I was sitting here when I first met Aaron. It was a relatively hot day so he ripped his shirt off and dipped into the water. I remember looking at him swim until he noticed me. He came over and that we hit off. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;I was starting to cry really hard, with my tears mixed with the stray snot, when I felt someone touch me. I spun around, to see Aaron squatting behind me, his hand on my shoulder.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;‘Aaron…?’ I asked in disbelief. Was everyone wrong? Was Aaron’s corpse…not &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;? My hand reached out to touch his face but it just went through him. The tears were still streaming down my face, and he frowned. His hand went from my shoulder to my cheek, wiping my tears away. His touch was cool against my skin, like ice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;‘Don’t cry,’ his voice was like a soft whisper, almost blending in with the wind. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;‘Aaron…’ I whispered almost as softly. ‘I miss you so much,’ I sobbed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;He smiled a sad smile and hugged me from behind. I didn’t move, afraid that he will evaporate into thin air. His chin rested on my shoulder as he whispered into my ear. ‘I miss you too, Jess,’ His lips pressed softly against my neck.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;It confused me, about him being there by my side… He wasn’t really &lt;i&gt;there&lt;/i&gt;, but I just felt his presence, like a strong aura. His every touch was like a soft blow of air, almost not there. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;‘Why did you have to go,’ I asked, the tears never stopped. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;‘I don’t know,’ he whispered, trailing soft kisses along my neck. He stopped by my ear. ‘But promise me something, Jess,’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;‘What?’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;‘That you’ll be strong.’ He whispered into my ear. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;‘I can’t, Aaron,’ I said, my hands itching to touch him but remained on my lap. ‘You’re not here,’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;‘I am,’ his hand reached out to my chest, to my heart. ‘I’ll be here, guiding you.’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;We remained silent for a few seconds, his words sinking into me. His touch on me was almost magical, like sparks flowing through my veins. I opened my mouth to reply but his touch was gone. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;It was too late. He was gone. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Slowly, my hand reached out to my heart, the last place he touched. I smiled bitterly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;I’ll be here guiding you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Just then, I heard a bird chirp. I looked down beside me to see the sparrow perched on a stone, its eyes looked at me as though it could look into my soul.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;I held out my finger for it to sit on, and I brought it in front of me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;‘You’re following me aren’t you,’ I asked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;‘I don’t know if you’re Aaron or not but thank you for being with me.’ I sniffed. ‘I’m okay now, you can go,’ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;I held my hand high, jerking for it to fly away but it stayed there chirping violently at me, nipping at my skin. It circled around my head, giving out agonizing cries. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Until this day, the sparrow still followed me around. I left my window open at night, knowing that it’ll find its way here in the morning. It slept in its nest every night but somehow, it’ll be sitting on my window sill every morning when I wake up, chirping a good morning. Throughout the day, it’ll be following me, flying at my pace. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;When I was at school, it would be on school grounds looking for food and coming back to my side when recess came. Whenever I cried at night when I started missing Aaron or had another nightmare about his death, it would come through my window and drop a red rose at the foot of my bed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Deep down inside me, I believed that the sparrow was Aaron, watching after me, guiding me through the paths of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Yeah not continuing it lol I don't do long stories. I just felt like writing this. It's actually like sorta a spin off of this story on Wattpad. "Late Summer Rain" by AubreyEatsHearts. This is like, an edited version of that :P so, yeah. Not an original idea, but I guess I started being emotional reading that story cos it was so sad. When I was writing this, I was listening to MCR's "Cancer" and "Disenchanted" and I started crying hysterically lol I'm so weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Franklin Gothic Book', sans-serif; "&gt;SO YEAH. Bye. :P &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/8288675429548630758-9205385429466723357?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/9205385429466723357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/epilogue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/9205385429466723357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/9205385429466723357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/epilogue.html' title='Epilogue'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-7088515566693726134</id><published>2011-11-27T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T20:45:25.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Now, Brown Cow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I miss everyone at school lol it's so boring at home.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;My life is so pathetic now. I wanna drive so I can go shopping and shit everyday.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-7088515566693726134?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/7088515566693726134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-now-brown-cow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/7088515566693726134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/7088515566693726134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-now-brown-cow.html' title='How Now, Brown Cow?'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-8694459156994216335</id><published>2011-11-26T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T12:36:42.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Molars.</title><content type='html'>HELLO PEOPLES. I decided to post something that isn't hot-stuff related LOL yes it's hard, but whatever. I don't really want my entire blog dedicated to only hot guys...it's kinda sad if it is lol&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO yeah if you're following me on Twitter, you SHOULD know that I went to the dentist yesterday cos I had my ten minutes of drama-queen on Twitter :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had this really severe cavity on my molar...it was falling apart lol the dentist (thankfully, my Mom's friend...so she's nice to me :P) told me it had a chronic infection or something like that and I was like oh my god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then she told me I might need a surgery. OH MY GOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She brought me to the x-ray room (I left my phone in my pocket....it's radioactive and shit right? O_O WILL I GET CANCER!??!?) to see if a surgery is necessary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANK THE HOLY HEAVENS. Surgery wasn't needed so it was just a normal extraction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She injected the Novocaine or something to make it numb and she pulled the loose part out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's left there is my root and she like, drilled or something to get it out lol and my gums started bleeding like shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think she was scared I'll hyperventilate or something cos she kept repeating "it's expected...cos it's an infection." like five hundred times LOL I used like a million cotton balls in the 30 seconds after extraction XD after she controlled the bleeding and stuff she gave me these gauzes and I was good to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What left there was this gum flap thingy that my Mom told me was tissue (I don't really believe her...my Mom outside the office is this total blur-case) and yeah I didn't eat anything since yesterday at 9 am =_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay so I ate a bun LOL but it lasted me for 8 hours LOLOL I pinched like a minuscule size and used my tongue to crush it XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today I couldn't tahan anymore so I ate cheese. Calcium, right?? And yeah. Since 8am until now, I had liquids, liquids, liquids -__________________________________- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ish. And they ate chicken for dinner yesterday. Fried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ISHHHH =___________________________________=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sucksssssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-8694459156994216335?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/8694459156994216335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/molars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/8694459156994216335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/8694459156994216335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/molars.html' title='Molars.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-6548237859718294824</id><published>2011-11-23T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T21:30:37.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot stuff'/><title type='text'>Hiatus-no more</title><content type='html'>HEY GUYS sorry for the hiatus :&amp;gt; been extremely lazy these few days.&lt;div&gt;Why yes, if you have guessed - I abandoned the story already :P I'm too lazy to continue and there's nothing much to write and I still need to improve my dialogue-making skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so I watched Percy Jackson on StarMovies today and I saw Logan Lerman and I'm like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEY HE LOOKS LIKE CHACE CRAWFORD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 660px;" src="http://hdhotcelebrity.com/celebrity-pic/chace-crawford-11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chace Crawford&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://modoration.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/91216A2_LERMAN_P_B-GR_03.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 668px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Logan Lerman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DO YOU SEE THE RESEMBLANCE?? Their eye brows and hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope they keep the man-bangs lol cos their fohawks are beurgh -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously. Chace Crawford looks weird in a fohawk..might be the forehead :?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye bye:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-6548237859718294824?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/6548237859718294824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/hiatus-no-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/6548237859718294824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/6548237859718294824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/hiatus-no-more.html' title='Hiatus-no more'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-4517539751937555316</id><published>2011-11-20T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T18:18:51.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot stuff'/><title type='text'>Sight-Seeing Part whatever</title><content type='html'>OKAY finally had pizza for dinner after a month + of waiting XD (discluding the time Verinia belanja me :DD luv you)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS there was this waiter there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL I CAN JUST IMAGINE YOU GUYS ROLLING YOUR EYES AND BEING ALL 'Oh my God...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay whatever. He was easy on the eyes. Not EXACTLY cute, not EXACTLY hot. More like, 'Oh, that's nice' lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY LA BYE BYE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-4517539751937555316?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/4517539751937555316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/sight-seeing-part-whatever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/4517539751937555316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/4517539751937555316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/sight-seeing-part-whatever.html' title='Sight-Seeing Part whatever'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-5078926123263129225</id><published>2011-11-18T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T23:15:51.481+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot stuff'/><title type='text'>Hot Stuff PART EIGHT</title><content type='html'>Yeah by this point I'm just flipping through my book and choosing a random hot guy LOL there's too many to pick from! D:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 402px;" src="http://www.usmagazine.com/uploads/assets/celebrities/19194-john-f-kennedy-jr/1251321926_john_f._kennedy-_jr._290x402.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can anyone tell me who this man is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO? Nobody?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT'S JOHN KENNEDY JR! Yes, the president's son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He died. Both of them, I mean. Well obviously JFK Jr. didn't get his good looks from his DAD (puhleez).. probably from his mom cos c'mon. His mom is hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://makeupbeat.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/478970096be71.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 584px; height: 775px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And THIS hunk, my darlings is Tyler Bachtel :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not question me of my sources.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at that jaw line! Look at those abs! Look at his veins running through his arms... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVERY girl is a sucker for veins, I tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH MY GOD I JUST NOTICED HIS PUBIC HAIR!!!! ._. ew. LOL censor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW CHILDREN, you shall not perform any sexual intercourse ALRIGHT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiFdg_LMhh0/SBx_JhwosVI/AAAAAAAAONQ/MX_POWZCWxk/s400/Colton+Haynes+@+l.a.+models+(4).jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Colton Haynes :) He's in Teen Wolf if you recognize him lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love his cheekbones and lips and eyes and hair and everything 8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehehehehehehehehhehehehehhehhehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA &amp;gt;8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-5078926123263129225?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/5078926123263129225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/hot-stuff-part-eight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/5078926123263129225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/5078926123263129225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/hot-stuff-part-eight.html' title='Hot Stuff PART EIGHT'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiFdg_LMhh0/SBx_JhwosVI/AAAAAAAAONQ/MX_POWZCWxk/s72-c/Colton+Haynes+@+l.a.+models+(4).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-31998440698552302</id><published>2011-11-17T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T22:36:39.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;CHAPTER FOUR&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I can’t help feeling like this is a big joke, like we’re being taped for some show on TV. But we’re not. This is reality; Mom really &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; going to China, I really &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; moving in with Dad in New York, I really &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; going to transfer school, I really &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to say goodbye to everyone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;But they give me only two days to say good-bye to &lt;i&gt;everyone&lt;/i&gt;? I’ve been living here for sixteen years of my life; this place is part of me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I have to say good-bye to Annie, my class mates, the school, Mrs. Johnsons’ dog that always poops at our front porch, Old Man Joe that bakes the best cookies, the house...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Speaking of which, what’s going to happen to the house? Do we sell it or do we just leave it vacant? Or did Mom found a renter and we have to move all our stuff away?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I buried my face in my pillows, inhaling the scent. Part of me feels pissed off because she told me in such short notice. But the other, more rational part feels okay with it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;How bad could living with Dad be right? &lt;i&gt;Even if&lt;/i&gt; he left us for years...a father’s love never changes, right? And the job at China could do wonders with her career; I wouldn’t want to rip that way from her just for my selfish, teenager needs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I felt a bit guilty now. Mom’s probably blaming herself right now. She’s been wallowing in grief for so long; did I really want that to happen again? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I crept down from my bed and opened the door. I tried to tip toe as soundless as humanly possible as I went downstairs. She was probably sitting there on the table, Dad sitting awkwardly across her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I poked my head into the kitchen to see her looking down at her untouched dinner and guilt panged in my chest. Creeping up behind her, I wrapped my arms around her, inhaling her mom-ish scent of her hair. Like her lemon shampoo and another unique &lt;i&gt;Mom&lt;/i&gt; scent.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘I’m sorry Mom,’ I mumbled into her hair. I felt arms envelope me into a hug from behind, I assumed it was Dad.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I felt her hand touch my forearm. ‘It’s going to be all right, Case.’ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I let go of her as she turned around. Dad from behind added his two cents to this whole family moment. ‘Yeah, you’re going to love New York,’ he said cheerfully. ‘The apartment is amazing, you’re gonna love it.’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:dotted windowtext 3.0pt; padding:0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:dotted windowtext 3.0pt; padding:0cm;mso-padding-alt:0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I really hope so.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:dotted windowtext 3.0pt; padding:0cm;mso-padding-alt:0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I pulled my suitcase with immense effort, trying to keep up with Dad’s long strides. I cursed under my breath for being born with short legs. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I’ve already said good-bye to everyone. Annie didn’t take it very well and cried the whole day. We had a farewell party at her backyard with all of our closes friends. We laughed, reminisced, ate, cried and basically had the time of our lives. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;But in the end, they all gave me a huge surprise. It was a scrapbook full of memories I’ve had here with them. My crafty friend Kate made it last minute and everyone pitched in the photos they could find. It was beautiful, decorated with pretty stickers and handmade decorative flowers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Every page was a new surprise, a new colour scheme. It had birthday parties, school photos, outing photos, and even embarrassing ones. Like the time I was at Lucy Grayson’s birthday party and my panty hose started dropping down to my knees. I was mortified when Bill told me he took a picture. I tried to bribe him to deleting that embarrassing photo but he stubbornly refused.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;One day I’m going to get back at him for that one. My face in the photo was completely twisted and my hair was messed up. I looked like some retarded mad woman trying to pull her panties up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘May all passengers for flight NYC2401 please proceed to gate A, your plane has arrived. May all passengers for flight NYC2401 please proceed to gate A, your plane has arrived. Thank you.’ The voice boomed from the speakers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Oh good, it arrived.’ I muttered under my breath. Dad helped me carry my bags as we go through all those customs crap we have to go for. Once they confirmed that we are not terrorists who plan to bomb the plane, we reached gate A to find a long queue ahead of us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;There had to be at least three hundred people in front of us, it was that long. After an agonizing amount of time, we boarded the plane and Dad let me sit on the aisle seat. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Hey Dad,’ I poked his arm. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Yeah?’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘How long is the flight?’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘About an hour and a half I suppose, why?’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Just wanted to know how long I have to endure sitting still.’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;He chuckled as he pulled out the airplane magazine on the seat pocket in front of him. ‘You were never one to sit still.’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;True that. School is agonizing enough for me, sitting down having to focus on some boring old teacher reciting something from the book. Like, hello? I can read too, I don’t need you to read it out loud.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I pulled out a book –Pride and Prejudice - from my shoulder bag along with a bag of chips I bought at the Duty Free shop here. Lays, my favourite.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I love Pride and Prejudice, my copy was old and tattered from all the leafing through I’ve done. I can really &lt;i&gt;relate&lt;/i&gt; to Elizabeth, you know? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I have read almost half the book when the plane landed. Tucking it back into my bag, I waited until we were safe to go. I looked out from the window to only see a big space of...cement.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Sighing, I hitched my bag on my shoulder and stood up with the rest of the passengers. ‘New York, here I am.’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Kinda short, sorry :/ nothing much to say in this chappie lols basically she accepted the fact that there's nothing she can do and she kinda forgiven her Dad I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Whatever. Thanks for reading :)&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/8288675429548630758-31998440698552302?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/31998440698552302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/chapter-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/31998440698552302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/31998440698552302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/chapter-four.html' title='Chapter Four'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-6933278694157388680</id><published>2011-11-17T11:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T11:58:35.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot stuff'/><title type='text'>New Discovery : Hot Stuff PART SEVEN</title><content type='html'>HEY GUYS, been a long time (or so I think) since I posted a Hot Stuff post HEHEHEH :P&lt;div&gt;my hormones are a very important part of my life, hence I need to maintain it :) bear with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 500px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ig-J_OltcQ/S9yqAYKCkVI/AAAAAAAAAHs/AuQVgp3ReDE/s1600/Aaron-Renfree-aaron-renfree-2823928-400-500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaron Renfree :&amp;gt; so hot right :&amp;gt; hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehhehehehehehehhe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it lol sorry, family nearby. Can't let 'em know ESPECIALLY that pest of a brother I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-6933278694157388680?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/6933278694157388680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-discovery-hot-stuff-part-seven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/6933278694157388680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/6933278694157388680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-discovery-hot-stuff-part-seven.html' title='New Discovery : Hot Stuff PART SEVEN'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Ig-J_OltcQ/S9yqAYKCkVI/AAAAAAAAAHs/AuQVgp3ReDE/s72-c/Aaron-Renfree-aaron-renfree-2823928-400-500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-7590029893675518275</id><published>2011-11-17T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T11:33:07.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;CHAPTER THREE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘So...you’re telling me you invited Dad here.’ I was still feeling sceptical about the whole thing. I always visualised them cringing in pain whenever someone says their names...guess not.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Yup,’ she threw behind her shoulder as she walked into the kitchen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I followed suit, determined to get to the bottom of this. ‘So when are you going to tell me &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt;?’ I asked as she stood on tip toes opening the cupboards and looking in. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Hmm...I think I better go grocery shopping, we don’t have much to cook,’ she frowned, totally ignoring my question. That is so like her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘&lt;i&gt;Mom&lt;/i&gt;,’ I whined. ‘Tell me!’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;She turned to look at me, annoyed. ‘Tell you &lt;i&gt;what&lt;/i&gt;?’ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Why you invited Dad back here!’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Why not?’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I was taken aback. Did she knock her head really hard and got amnesia or something? ‘Well, ‘cause he &lt;i&gt;left&lt;/i&gt;? ‘Cause you guys are &lt;i&gt;divorced&lt;/i&gt;?’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘I don’t see why I can’t invite my ex-husband to a friendly dinner.’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;She was acting calm, but I know better. You can always tell she’s nervous by just looking at her; her eyes are a dead giveaway. She wasn’t telling me something.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Uh huh,’ I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. ‘So when are you going to tell me the &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; reason?’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:dotted windowtext 3.0pt; padding:0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:dotted windowtext 3.0pt; padding:0cm;mso-padding-alt:0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Letting out a sigh, she closed her eyes. ‘Just wait for your father.’ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="border:none;mso-border-bottom-alt:dotted windowtext 3.0pt; padding:0cm;mso-padding-alt:0cm 0cm 1.0pt 0cm"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I stood in front of the mirror, frowning to myself. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;What do you wear to a dinner at home, except you have a guest? And that guest happens to be your father who divorced your mom and had been on hiatus for four years?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I looked at the alarm clock sitting on my bedside table. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;5:50pm&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Great, I have ten minutes until he arrives and I’m still standing here in my underwear. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Maybe I should wear something smart, like that white blouse and the pencil skirt Mom got me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;No, who wears that to a dinner at &lt;i&gt;home&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Urgh,’ I groaned to myself. I opened my closet and peered in. I never shopped that much, unlike Annie so I didn’t have a lot of options. Why didn’t Mom tell me earlier anyways? At least then I’d have time to shop for clothes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Giving up, I pulled on a bright yellow shirt and a pair of my favourite dark-washed skinny jeans. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;After all, you can never go wrong with skinny jeans. That’s why I love them so much, they’re so versatile and comfy!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I was applying a coat of mascara when the door bell rang. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Shit! CASEY WILL YOU GET THAT?’ Mom bellowed from downstairs. Still cooking, no doubt. Mom always had a very bad sense of timing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I sprinted downstairs and examined myself in the mirror we have at the hall. Quite useful when someone’s at the door you want to impress.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I opened the door to see him standing there holding a bouquet of flowers – yellow roses, Mom’s favourite. He still remembered? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Hi, Casey,’ he smiled, his eyes crinkling. This is awkward, do we hug?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Hey,’ I gave him a small smile. ‘Come in,’ I changed positions so he could come in. I noticed that he still had a head full of hair, black with white strands here and there. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Mom in her apron that says &lt;i&gt;Kiss the Chef&lt;/i&gt; came barrelling out from the kitchen, spatula in hand, her eyes wide open. ‘You’re here! Dinner’s about to be ready, come to the dining table!’ She turned to me and said, ‘Case, set up the table.’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Chuckling, Dad went into the dining room that’s technically in the kitchen too, except we separated it with a cupboard so it looks like two rooms. Mom and I usually just eat at the kitchen island though, so the dining table was hardly ever used.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I put the roses in a vase I found somewhere and left it on the kitchen counter. Taking out Mom’s prized china and silverware, I set the table for three. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Soon, Mom arrived with dinner – steak with mashed potatoes. She calls it her specialty but I call it the only thing she can cook. Most of the time she’s so busy at work we just order take out from the Chinese place. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;We both agreed that it’s the best choice, seeing as how we were both hopeless in cooking. Dad used to be the chef as he &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; one.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Dig in!’ she said, as she sat down opposite Dad. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Awkward.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘So Mom,’ I said mid-chew. ‘Are you going to tell me now?’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;She blushed and continued chewing her food agonizingly slow. ‘Um, well.’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Yeah...?’ I prompted. I’ve been waiting for too long, curiosity was burning in me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Casey, the thing is,’ she said, looking at me sadly. ‘My boss offered me a job.’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Her boss offered her a job, so she invited Dad to dinner to celebrate? Um, I think not. It’s not like it’s the first time she got offered a job anyways.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Did you take it?’ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Well, the opportunities were too much for me to put down and –’ she looked at Dad, pleading with her eyes to back her up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Putting down his fork, he sighed as I looked at him curiously. Will someone just tell me what’s happening already?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Your Mom got offered a job that can bring a lot of opportunities for her, Casey.’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Yeah, I gathered that much. So will someone just tell me the point already?’ I was starting to get annoyed. Jeez, if you want to tell me something, just get to the point!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘I accepted the job, Casey.’ She said, her face taking up a worried expression.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Oh, so where is it?’ I was thinking maybe Washington DC or Hawaii or something. It can’t be that bad right? One month, tops, right?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘China.’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I started choking on my food by then. Their eyes widened as they got up to pat me on the back. I was still spluttering and coughing when it went down but that didn’t get the shock to go away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;?!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘I took a job at China, Casey dear. And the job requires me to stay there for a year – or more if they like me.’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;She’s going to &lt;i&gt;China&lt;/i&gt; for a &lt;i&gt;year&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;This has to be a joke.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;But it isn’t.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘And this is where I come in,’ Dad offered, smiling encouragingly. ‘You’re coming to stay with me so I can keep an eye on you.’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Where is it, exactly? Where do you live?’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Um, not far...’ he said nervously. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘&lt;i&gt;Where&lt;/i&gt;?’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘New York.’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;So Mom is going to China for a year (or &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt;) and she’s leaving me with Dad who lives in New York, right on the other side of the country.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘When?’ I asked. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Today’s Wednesday, so you have two days to say good bye to your friends. I’m leaving on Sunday so you’re leaving on Saturday.’ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;So Mom is going to China for a year (or &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt;!) and she’s leaving me with Dad who lives in the other side of the country. And I’m leaving on Saturday, &lt;i&gt;two&lt;/i&gt; days away. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;And she tells me now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Are you kidding me?’ I was on the verge of tears now, angry tears mind you. ‘You’re going to &lt;i&gt;China&lt;/i&gt; for a year and you tell me&lt;i&gt; now&lt;/i&gt;? I only have &lt;i&gt;two&lt;/i&gt; days to say good bye? Thanks, Mom. Thanks a lot.’ I spat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;She was pale in the face when I excused myself from the table and ran upstairs to the kind embrace of my room, my sanctuary.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I can’t believe this is happening to me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;:) thanks.&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/8288675429548630758-7590029893675518275?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/7590029893675518275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/chapter-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/7590029893675518275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/7590029893675518275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/chapter-three.html' title='Chapter Three'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-7015975618941872380</id><published>2011-11-16T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T23:29:03.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter Two.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;CHAPTER TWO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I wiped my tears away with my shirt sleeve as my grip on the steering wheel tightened. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I have to calm down some way or another or I’ll get myself in a car accident. What do they all say? Breathe?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;In.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;In. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I soon found myself in front of my house. I parked my car and got myself in. I threw my keys to the bowl at the hall and ran upstairs into my room.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;My room was always my sanctuary from it all, ever since Mom and Dad started fighting. I collapsed on my bed and buried my face in the covers and breathed in the soothing smell of the fabric softener.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;But no, I didn’t cry. I just lay there, focusing on my breathing. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Why did he come back? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Did he think he can pop back in my life after all these years? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;But there’s the biggest question in the whole thing that has been burning in my mind.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Do I forgive him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I mean, sure he left us. But I’m quite sure he had an explanation for that. He was having a bad time with Mom and even though they never said anything about it, I knew something was wrong.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I was just too afraid to ask.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;But everything happens for a reason, right? Maybe if I can sit down with him and just listen to what he has to say, I’ll know why they argued, why he left.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;After all, he’s only human.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I sat up on the bed and fished a box from underneath my bed. I blew the dust away from the box like the movies only to make me sneeze and cough. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;How do they do it in the movies without having a reaction? When &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; blow the dust away from the box, my eyes burned and I started coughing and wheezing. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Guess not everyone can have a glamorous life, huh?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I opened the box to see an old photo album lying there. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I smiled to myself as I looked at the cover. I decorated the cover with Mom when I was five. We spend the whole afternoon sitting on the dining table gluing ribbons and paper cut outs we got from the craft store. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Dad contributed by staying away because he was completely hopeless with craft. I’m not kidding; he tried to help us cut and glue but only managed to ruin his pants. So, he just sits there on the chair looking at us work.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Those were the days when they didn’t fight, and we were all happy, when I used to steal them kissing in the kitchen and when they used to hold hands when we went out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I opened the album and saw a photo of us at the beach. Dad was the photographer. Mom was in a black one piece sitting under the shade reading while I built a sandcastle beside her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;The following photos were of us in different places, doing different things. When it was my first Christmas and Dad held me by the waist while I put the star on the tree, I chuckled to myself as the picture resembled the part where Simba was held in Lion King. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;There was a last picture pasted on the back cover of the album. It was the three of us, Mom, Dad and me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Tears trickled down my cheeks as my thumb brushed the photo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I’ve missed those days. Where I could cuddle in my parents’ arms, where I could feel safe in &lt;i&gt;both&lt;/i&gt; of their embrace.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;And now? Mom’s too busy working to feed us and Dad wasn’t there.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;My tears were about to dry up when I heard the door opening from downstairs. The house was so quiet I could hear just about anything.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Oh my God, what if it’s a burglar?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I cursed internally to reclining the self-defence class Oakley High had once. I went to my closet and got out an emergency wooden stick.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;What? You’ll never know when a burglar will choose to come into &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; house! Better be on the safe side and have a legal weapon nearby just in case.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I might not know any self-defence moves but it doesn’t take a two year old to know how to hit someone with a stick right?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Unless they have a gun...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Oh my God. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Trying not to breathe too loudly in case the intruder hears me, I slowly stepped down the stairs, praying that the boards don’t creak.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Just my luck that the floor boards &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; creak. I held my breath, looking down to check if the intruder noticed. Fortunately, no one was in sight.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I continued down stairs as fast as I can, my grip never loosening on the stick held close to my chest.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I stuck close to the walls, tip-toeing towards the kitchen. I poked my head in.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Empty.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Still clutching the stick close to my chest, I made my way to the living room.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Empty.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Furrowing my eye brows, I held the stick to my side. Maybe I heard wrong, maybe no one’s here to rob my house and probably sexually harass me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Or &lt;i&gt;maybe&lt;/i&gt; the intruder heard me coming down and is hiding in the basement right this very minute. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I raised the stick to the front of me again as I eased my way towards the basement. I was nearing it when I felt a hand fall on my shoulder.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘AAAH!’ I screamed, dropping the stick in the process. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Oh my God, Casey!’ the owner of the hand yelled. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Wait, the voice sounds familiar. Slowly, I turned around to see Mom standing behind me with an eye brow raised. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Oh, it’s just Mom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;No burglar, no rapist.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;I let out a sigh of relief as Mom started tapping her foot.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Well,’ she said. ‘Aren’t you going to explain yourself?’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Explain what?’ I asked. What could I possibly do wrong?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘What you’re doing at home when school lets out in another,’ she looked at her wrist watch. ‘Two hours?’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Oh,’ I let out a nervous laugh. ‘Um, it’s a half-day?’ I smiled up at her, hoping she’ll buy it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Is that so?’ she asked, not buying the excuse at all. ‘You know you can’t lie to me, Casey.’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Oh, all right,’ I sighed. I’m a terrible liar, ask anyone and they’ll give you an affirmative answer. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘I’m waiting,’ she said, tapping her foot in an intimidating manner. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Well, the thing is I kind of freaked out.’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Freaked out about -?’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Sighing again, I dropped my gaze to my shoes. ‘Dad showed up at school today.’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Oh,’ she said. ‘I know.’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;She knows? AND SHE DIDN’T TELL ME?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘You know? How?’ I asked disbelievingly. Had they been staying in touch? I furrowed my eye brows as I tried to remember any mysterious phone calls or letters.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;‘Well, I told him to come. Didn’t expect him to turn up at your school though.’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Right. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;My Mom invited Dad to come back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;My Mom invited Dad, who left us for four years, to come back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;What’s next? Bradley Cooper showing up on my doorstep begging for my hand in marriage?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Psh, like &lt;i&gt;that’s&lt;/i&gt; going to happen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Franklin Gothic Book&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Well, here's Chapter Two for you! :) stay tuned for the next oneee :&amp;gt;&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/8288675429548630758-7015975618941872380?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/7015975618941872380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/chapter-two_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/7015975618941872380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/7015975618941872380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/chapter-two_16.html' title='Chapter Two.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-8578965292841017843</id><published>2011-11-15T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T21:41:12.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY GUYS, just wanna say - I'm abandoning the story..... or at least chapter two lols gonna rewrite it :)&lt;div&gt;THANK YOU IF YOU ACTUALLY UNDERSTOOD WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT! *thumbs up*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna delete it now~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-8578965292841017843?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/8578965292841017843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/hey-guys-just-wanna-say-im-abandoning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/8578965292841017843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/8578965292841017843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/hey-guys-just-wanna-say-im-abandoning.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-481126956412784337</id><published>2011-11-15T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T21:13:16.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am now officially the weirdest person to ever cross the planet HAHAHAHAHAH&lt;div&gt;OKAY so my taman has this weekly dengue-killer spraying thing and apparently they hire volunteers I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO I was closing the glass door and BAM I saw this guy spraying right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YEAH so he was wearing a mask and shit but I know, with my super sonic hot guy radar that he's hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DING DING DING DING!! After a while and they stopped, they were opposite my house waiting for their transport to come right, HEHEHEHEHE he's cute :&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was wearing a blue shirt and he had head phones on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHE finally. Been a week since I saw a hot guy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah. Refreshed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-481126956412784337?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/481126956412784337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-now-officially-weirdest-person-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/481126956412784337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/481126956412784337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-now-officially-weirdest-person-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-3192807907996997113</id><published>2011-11-13T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T20:10:03.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot stuff'/><title type='text'>Hot Stuff PART SIX</title><content type='html'>Okay I lost count of my hot stuff posts so yeah :P whatever.&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna post pictures of hot guys now....cos I feel like updating and I'm still working on Chapter Two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.homorazzi.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/chris-pine-no-crush.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris Pine. Yeah sure I first saw him in Princess Diaries 2 (the movie), but he looks hotter in Star Trek. Whatever. he's still hot :&amp;gt; look at his eyes! HIS SOULFUL, SOULFUL EYES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that sexy curve on his lips. And that stubble to die for *O*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehehehehehehehe I hope my gushing doesn't ruin my chance of marrying HAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, despite my girlish fantasies of hot men, my hopes in reality aren't that high :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://wearecinemaniax.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/brosnanbond.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://wearecinemaniax.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/brosnanbond.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 276px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pierce Brosnan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, yes I know he's old. But who can resist him in a tux? SURE HIS WIFE IS FAT, sure he lost his abs. HE STILL HAS A NICE FACE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put any guy (yes, I KILL myself by saying this. EVEN JIN HUA *COUGHT VOMIT AHAHRHNFJGNVDJSKLCFJ*) into a tuxedo or a suit or a dress shirt and slacks + blazer and spats and you got yourself some eye candy :&amp;gt; any guy looks good in a suit, that's why people in the last era wears them all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GAR7PaGV0nQ/TmpY2k9gbEI/AAAAAAAAL2s/AFSKpNYor-Q/s1600/571.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't ask me why but when you say "Pierce Brosnan" I think Tom Cruise lol so he HAS to be here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides, he's hot :&amp;gt; nothing much to say....he's hot :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I end this 'hot stuff' post......... will post more soon :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-3192807907996997113?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3192807907996997113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/hot-stuff-part-six.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/3192807907996997113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/3192807907996997113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/hot-stuff-part-six.html' title='Hot Stuff PART SIX'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GAR7PaGV0nQ/TmpY2k9gbEI/AAAAAAAAL2s/AFSKpNYor-Q/s72-c/571.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-4347248828473251299</id><published>2011-11-13T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T14:26:01.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulleting.</title><content type='html'>Hello, dear readers.&lt;div&gt;I am not in the best of moods now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just got back from the hairdressers. I feel so depressed now -,- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Children, never ever listen to your Mother's suggestions. Unless she's a fashion icon,  DO. NOT. LISTEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a mullet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, people. I used to have a mullet lol when I was in Primary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worst days of my life @_@ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm reliving my life. My childhood is coming back to haunt me in the form of hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm never showing my face in public ever again! Dx &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I'm being a total drama queen over hair. HAHAHAHAH I sound so pathetic but whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hair was like, my sanctuary or something XD When I don't feel like seeing people, I just lower my head and my hair shields my face........or at least my vision XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW? I lower my head and I see my very short sides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;URGH at least it ain't a pixie. It'll take forever for it to grow longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WAITING... waiting....waiting for it to grow~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-4347248828473251299?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/4347248828473251299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/mulleting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/4347248828473251299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/4347248828473251299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/mulleting.html' title='Mulleting.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-4885318560380257819</id><published>2011-11-12T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T21:12:08.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH YEAH, oh-oh yeah.</title><content type='html'>BEFORE I START THE POST, I WANNA SAY SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;The list of Hot/cute guys Worth Googling?&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A HUNDRED PEOPLE ON IT!! :D WHOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I now bring you a story I started ;D give me comments!&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably not continue it anyways so yeah :P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining when Mrs Elliot was describing a new Math formula to us on the board. Bad things happen to me when it rains. Not all the time but bad things only happen when it rains. Like when I was seven and Dad accidentally slammed the car door and broke my fingers. Or when I was nine, I got chased by my neighbour’s pet Rottweiler into the streets and met an accident. The dog was fine but I was in the hospital for a week! The day I turned twelve when Dad left us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Now is not the time to bring up the past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to distract myself by looking at Mrs Elliot. She was jumping up and down a bit from excitement while she writes on the board. Something about functions. I’m hopeless at Math so I wouldn’t know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all startled when the door slammed open. Mrs Elliot stopped writing abruptly and looked at the door. Ryan Higgins stood there with a late pass in his hand and passed it to the teacher. He then dragged his feet to an empty seat and set his head on the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Elliot was unfazed and continued to write on the board. God what is &lt;i&gt;with&lt;/i&gt; this woman? Has she no life other than excitement from &lt;i&gt;Math&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class was disrupted once more by a knock on the door. Principal O’Connell came in, black suit and all. He insists on wearing a full suit to work every day, a life principal it seems to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Sorry to disturb your class, Mrs Elliot.’ He said with a smile to her. You see, even though Principal O’Connell was our school principal, he is quite good-looking for a man his age. He looks like George Clooney and all the teachers were putty in his hands. Not to mention he’s British...which means he has that incredibly attractive accent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;i&gt;swear&lt;/i&gt; Mrs Elliot was blushing when she nodded and focused on the board. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’m looking for a Miss White?’ he asked, his gaze sweeping over our heads. Everyone turned to look at me and it was my turn to blush. I’m not very good at public attention...especially when it’s all directed at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled at me...but I think I saw some sadness in his eyes. ‘You can pack your bag, love.’ He said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stuffed all my stuff into my bag and slung it over my shoulders as I got up from my seat. Annie, my best friend looked at me with wide eyes and motioned me to call her. I nodded as I ducked my head and followed him out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were silent as we walked the corridors towards the principal’s office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Principal O’Connell, what’s happening?’ I asked as he opened his door and motioned me to get in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he could answer, I saw a man sitting in front of the desk. His back was facing us, but he still looked familiar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Mr White, your daughter is here.’ The principal said from behind me. The man turned and his bright hazel eyes looked back at mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dad&lt;/i&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I cringed as I heard glass crashing coming from downstairs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Not again...’ I groaned to myself and I covered my head with my pillow. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘WHAT DID I DO TO FUCKING DESERVE THIS?’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I COULDN’T SAY IT BETTER MYSELF!’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?! I HAPPEN –‘&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost every day, they’ll have a fight and I’d have to put up with it. It is times like this where I feel thankful I don’t have any baby siblings or they’ll be psychologically damaged.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day Dad will come back from work with a slam of a door. After a few minutes, the screaming will start. A few seconds later and you’ll hear things crashing to the floor. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It’s a wonder how none of the neighbours complained or called the police. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to dream at night why I can’t be born into a normal family. What did I possibly do in my past life to deserve this? Why can’t everyone just be happy? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered when I prayed every night to God that they’ll stop fighting and be happy again, but it never happened. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I’M DONE, MARIAH. DO YOU HEAR ME? I’M DONE WITH THIS BULLSHIT.’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. I got down from my bed and opened my door just a crack to see what’s happening. This never happened. They always fight downstairs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Dad stomping into their bedroom and a few seconds later, he was out with a suit case.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s happening?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stomped downstairs and I heard the door slam and the roar of a car engine. I looked out from my bedroom window to see what’s happening.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared as I saw Dad’s car pulling out from the drive way with an ear-splitting screech and it made its way down the street.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a snap of a finger, it was gone. I continued staring out the window for what seems like hours, the scene processing in my mind. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would Dad’s car pull out from the drive way?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did he bring all his clothes?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snapped out from the trance and went down stairs, trying to not make a sound.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the kitchen to see Mom on the floor with her head in her hands.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was crying.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Mom...? Is everything okay?’ I asked as I cautiously went to her side. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked up from her hands and it took everything from me not to gasp. Her eyes were bloodshot and you could see her veins sticking out on her face. Her skin was pale and she resembled a large Chucky doll. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Oh, Casey...’ she sobbed as she continued crying. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I awkwardly put my arms around her and pulled her into a hug. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a few minutes before I asked her the question that had been lingering in my mind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;‘Mom, where’s Dad going?’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cried harder into my shoulder once I asked the question. It must be quite a comical sight, a grown up woman sobbing into her twelve year old daughter’s shoulder. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took her quite a while to calm down and croak out a coherent word.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘H-he’s...g-gone!’ she croaked as she sobbed into my shoulder again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;GONE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started hyperventilating when I saw those hazel eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those eyes I inherited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal O’Connell put his hands on my shoulders, holding me up. Dad got up from his chair, startled by my reaction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my finger up before he could get any nearer. I don’t want to be anywhere near this man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The man that left us to fend for ourselves. The man that withdrew from the whole family package and never came back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the days when I used to check every night out if he’d come back. After a few months Mom managed to convince me that he’d never come back. It all fell into pieces when the divorce papers came by post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was in her bed for days, calling sick at work and never got up. If it wasn’t the fact that I knew how to operate a microwave oven, I would’ve died from hunger by now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this man ran away from his old life with us to start over, I was left to pick up the pieces he’d left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said it was easy to forgive and forget? I’d like them to stand in my shoes and stand up for their word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Carey, honey. Let me explain...’ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Shut up.’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Please...’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘I said, SHUT UP!’ he cringed as I screamed at him. ‘Do you really think you can just waltz back into my life just like that? Have you any idea how much pain you caused me? MOM? NO. While you were frolicking in happiness with your new life, guess who had to suck up and pick up the pieces you left?’ I spat as I turned my heel  and fled from the room, tears splattering from my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard him try to come after me but Principal O’Connell probably stopped him because no one was behind me when I rushed out from the school doors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked towards my car and sped out from school. Going...where?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere but here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere but where my Dad is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOWER ME WITH COMMENTS, BABY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-4885318560380257819?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/4885318560380257819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/oh-yeah-oh-oh-yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/4885318560380257819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/4885318560380257819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/oh-yeah-oh-oh-yeah.html' title='OH YEAH, oh-oh yeah.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-9094876713053550807</id><published>2011-11-12T16:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T17:01:34.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Hurl.</title><content type='html'>Went to Leisure Mall today with Mom.. it was so boring =_= she developed this fetish for shoes but she refuses to admit it and she keeps saying she just "craves" for it and I spent almost the entire time standing there idly waiting for her to calm her tits and go.&lt;div&gt;I forgot what I went there for -,- why do people even go there anyways there's nothing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost all the clothes and shoe shops are tacky, the restaurants there are either &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;over-rated (like Old Town...seriously. Other than the coffee, WHAT is so special about Old Town? Everything's either boring or bad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;over-priced&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bad service&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing that attracts customers now is McDonald's, Starbucks and ChaTime! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had no patience or the sanity to wait for ChaTime after walking around tending to my mother's cravings -,- she keeps choosing these shoes with bows on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello woman you are middle-aged, if you wear those shoes you'll look like those aunties in denial. Those aunties that wear unflattering leopard print leggings that stick to their bulges and tacky tank tops and stick to their love handles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE those aunties -,- I saw this SUPER OLD lady wearing a mini skirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. MINI. SKIRT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She wasn't fat, but she's OLD and obviously doesn't exfoliate. Her legs were wrinkly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was scarred for life. She was wearing a spaghetti strap too =_= #endoftheworld&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT Leisure Mall DOES have their good parts...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WELL their cinema does their research and only show the movies that are worth watching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously. If the ratings are bad OR they think hardly anyone will show up they won't screen it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's good lol I don't wanna travel across the world just to see a bad movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY maybe cos my hormones are unbalanced now =_= I'm going to People.com now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT MAKES ME HAPPY :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-9094876713053550807?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/9094876713053550807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/hurl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/9094876713053550807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/9094876713053550807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/hurl.html' title='Hurl.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-4845860896922505673</id><published>2011-11-12T12:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T12:18:54.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot stuff'/><title type='text'>I'm talking sexy, hunny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://popdirt.com/images/misc/EnriqueIglesias_Euphoria_10d.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 555px; height: 651px;" src="http://popdirt.com/images/misc/EnriqueIglesias_Euphoria_10d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's sexy without Enrique right? :) Personally, I think his sexiest song is "Heartbeat" :P but his voice is generally very. Sexy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES, THIS IS THE HORMONAL SIDE OF ME TALKING. I think I should name that alter ego or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/X86S5oZzzh4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heartbeat is nice, but this song is one of my favourite Enrique songs :&amp;gt; brings back memories of holidays LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's an inside joke :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH and you can't talk about sexy songs without...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3gOHvDP_vCs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't talk about sexy songs without Justin Timberlake's Sexy Back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously. What is wrong with you if you never heard this song before. I WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cos this song is like the EPITOME of Sexy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YEAH BIG WORD HAHAHAHAH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Epitome (n) : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "  &gt;A person or thing that is a perfect example of a particular quality or type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "  &gt;OH YEAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "  &gt;This song is so addictive ._. it was out in 2006...which means I was like...ten? Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "  &gt;I started being hormonal when I was like......twelve? Thirteen? LOL late bloomer :P but I started noticing hot people when I was 9 :P there was this guy in my class, don't like him but he was cuuute. He's at Aussie now I think =_= sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;I hope Justin T. gets inspired soon. WE NEED HIM BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-4845860896922505673?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/4845860896922505673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-talking-sexy-hunny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/4845860896922505673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/4845860896922505673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-talking-sexy-hunny.html' title='I&apos;m talking sexy, hunny.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/X86S5oZzzh4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-5874152473841394068</id><published>2011-11-12T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T12:06:27.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate times.</title><content type='html'>GOD I AM SO BORED. There's nothing to do =_= and I think my period is coming lol cos my appetite isn't getting satisfied even though I practically ate an entire cow and I'm getting mood swings.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so pissed off right now =_= it's a fucking well known that people can't hear anything when they have the earphones on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they keep insisting that I should only have one ear bud in cos you blast the TV's volume and I want to listen to my songs in peace THANK YOU VERY MUCH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am currently calming myself down by listening to sexy songs HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it sounds wrong typing it out..but it sounded so good in my head!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listening to Love and Sexy Magic - Ciara ft. JT! :D it's a nice song......not old. MUSIC IS NEVER OLD! XD and all that bullshit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Justin Timberlake IS sexy. Can't deny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY BACK TO TOPIC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they keep telling me that listening to songs with the earphones on all the time will give me brain cancer. WELL, how am I supposed to listen to them hmm? You guys don't dig my songs and I don't wanna listen to you guys complain about how noisy they are. So just suck it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You guys are old school and prefer The Police or Michael Learns to Rock and I understand that. But that doesn't mean that's the only thing I listen to. I can admit their songs are nice, but I get bored really easily and these songs can only do so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a variety. Like, Madonna and Justin Timberlake. Ne-yo and Rihanna. Mariah Carey and Enrique. I LIKE A LOT OF SONGS, I can handle classic, opera, gold, rock, pop, rap, country and bla bla bla. I CAN. But it depends on my mood okay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't listen to music in peace anymore =_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-5874152473841394068?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/5874152473841394068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/desperate-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/5874152473841394068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/5874152473841394068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/desperate-times.html' title='Desperate times.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-3478611345991848809</id><published>2011-11-11T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T23:46:55.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Reasons Why.</title><content type='html'>SEVEN REASONS TO DATE A BRITISH BOY:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;His accent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having someone to call you love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His accent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They dress wayy better than American boys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His accent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They're cuter than American boys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His accent.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THERE YOU HAVE IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-3478611345991848809?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3478611345991848809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/7-reasons-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/3478611345991848809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/3478611345991848809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/7-reasons-why.html' title='7 Reasons Why.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-1137381141773066342</id><published>2011-11-11T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T23:45:53.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot stuff'/><title type='text'>Pee in pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Pq0aWR4Genw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU. MUST. WATCH. THIS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so epic, I almost peed in my pants from laughing so hard XDD he's talking in Malay..obvious fail XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-1137381141773066342?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/1137381141773066342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/pee-in-pants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/1137381141773066342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/1137381141773066342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/pee-in-pants.html' title='Pee in pants'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Pq0aWR4Genw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-2028795872569990288</id><published>2011-11-11T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T23:33:16.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot stuff'/><title type='text'>I ain't no superman.</title><content type='html'>YES, YES another hot stuff post :P I promise. I will continue with my normal life (not that there's much to say anyways...I reckon you guys like my hot guys posts better HAHA)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY THE GUY OF THE MOMENT IS....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 590px; height: 340px;" src="http://www.devdang.com/images/Joe-Brooks-About-to-Pop_Bprkt_0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s1.favim.com/orig/11/joe-brooks-music-photography-superman-Favim.com-177205.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 494px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singer of "Holes Inside" - JOE BROOKS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love me British boys :) Did you notice? I seem to develop this thing with British guys. I mean, I DON'T KNOW THEY'RE BRITISH, they're just hot...and coincidentally British XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zCPlkVgMUDw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS SONG is nice :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and guess what. I did my research and he has the same birthday with my paternal grandmother...a week after mine o_o I hope he doesn't grow old to become like her LOL not to say anything bad, but she's insanely stubborn. Like, she'll only listen to my Dad, any other female advice to her will be tossed to the trash lol and when my Mom puts away her stuff, she takes them out and puts them back in the same messy position LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's cute when she's not annoying :P I don't like old people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT COS THEY AREN'T HOT. Cos they're annoying and they expect full respect from you. That ticks me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY OKAY GOING OFF TOPIC HERE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's cute :) I LOVE LOVE LOVE his nose :&amp;gt; his lips too :&amp;gt; and his eyes :&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He reminds me ABIT of my old primary school computer teacher LOL he was cuuute...and there was another teacher..he was on his practical and he was dating this other teacher there but he's CUTEE... he teaches music :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah I think that's it :) I PROMISE. I will update about something else :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-2028795872569990288?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/2028795872569990288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-aint-no-superman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/2028795872569990288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/2028795872569990288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-aint-no-superman.html' title='I ain&apos;t no superman.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zCPlkVgMUDw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-3770704413466580455</id><published>2011-11-11T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T23:11:18.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot stuff'/><title type='text'>One Direction to Heaven on Earth</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD. I love my friend. Because if it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have bothered Youtube-ing ONE DIRECTION. &lt;div&gt;Seriously. They are all cute. THEY'RE THE YOUNG VERSION OF "THE WANTED"!! Ohhhh Yeah man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My personal favourites are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 425px; height: 572px;" src="http://images.sugarscape.com/userfiles/image/MARCH2011/KateLuceyKateLuceyKateLucey/Zayn1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zayn Malik (I THINK he has a girlfriend)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lapm3jBTw51qe5d7ko1_400.png" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 594px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Louis Tomlinson (he has a girlfriend though... :/)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heee heee heees &amp;lt;3 they're so adorable.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's their Music Video, "Gotta Be You" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nvfejaHz-o0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's OK, in my opinion. NOT exactly very um addictive. I just watched it cos they're cute XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH AND GUESS WHAT! The list of hot/cute guys worth googling at the back of my journal is now at NUMBER 91! No thanks to you guys anyways XD whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm waiting for People's "Sexiest Men Alive 2011" results. If it comes out in their magazine, I'm buying it and cutting everyone's pictures out XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zayn Malik is like a dark-haired Zac Efron in the making if you ask me LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One Direction is like, mainly sung by Harry Styles. Seriously. The others just have the chorus and Zayn has a few more lines but that's it. Harry steals it all LOL guess cos he has the nicest voice among them all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOOK INTO ZAYN'S EYES AND TELL ME YOU DON'T BECOME GIGGLY LIKE A SCHOOLGIRL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOOK. INTO. THOSE. EYES. He he heeeee &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The blonde dude is cute too, but he's like...I dunno. Yeah, LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this concludes that I look at a guy's eyes first LOL then the hair, then the body :D I'm sucker for nice eyes, a nice smile and dimples XD it's like.. a fetish XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good bone structure is a bonus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OF COURSE their personality counts. If they're jerks, sorry la. You just got kicked out of the list cos you're not pretty inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep tuning in for the next post! :D I won't let you dooowwwnnn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-3770704413466580455?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3770704413466580455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-direction-to-heaven-on-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/3770704413466580455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/3770704413466580455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-direction-to-heaven-on-earth.html' title='One Direction to Heaven on Earth'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nvfejaHz-o0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-168139350161399349</id><published>2011-11-09T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T22:36:13.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dog Days Are Over.</title><content type='html'>LAST DAY OF SCHOOL BITCHES. No more struggling to wake up at 5am, no more rushed showers, no more freezing to death when coming out from shower, no more looking at teachers for about a month +!&lt;div&gt;YESSSSSSSS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall now try to rack my brain for 3Dinamik memories XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OHMYGOD. I just read my January archives....I SAID PN. YAP IS NICE! Ohmygodwhatwasupwithmybrain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First day of school, Pn Lee wasn't there so Mdm. Ee took over and I thought she was the weirdest teacher on Earth because she'll randomly raise her voice and we're all "o.o" cos we don't know her and shit so yeah :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She turns out to be the only teacher that can teach LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ummm who else. Oh I was quite happy cos Pn Zaliha was our Seni teacher and Cik Suhaida was our Moral teacher...they're the only teachers we like I guess LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pn Sahila is epic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK the bottom line is. My class consists of forty very "gifted" children who run wild.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what they do, they're still part of the class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventhough they ate up 20 bucks off me, they'll still be in my memory as one of the weirdest bunch of people ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love 'em. Just got to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-168139350161399349?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/168139350161399349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/dog-days-are-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/168139350161399349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/168139350161399349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/dog-days-are-over.html' title='The Dog Days Are Over.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-1675872362033446204</id><published>2011-11-07T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T20:31:23.672+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot stuff'/><title type='text'>Movie + Sight-Seeing PART FOUR</title><content type='html'>YEAH watched The Adventures of Tintin today at Leisure Mall with the family.&lt;div&gt;Have to relish the moment since they're hardly there :) parents didn't go to my primary school graduation, did I mention that? They didn't know I had a graduation to begin with ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS, when we reached the concession counter, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DUM DUM DAH DUM!!! Yes, that's why the title has "Sight-Seeing PART FOUR" on it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was this guy behind the counter, he works there (well duh..) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we reached the counter, I saw him dancing there LOL he was laughing and shit and I was like "LOLOLOL WTF?!" and he saw me looking and he stopped after a few seconds, laughed and went to the other cash register there LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moment of the evening (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH and he's cute :) which is why I noticed him in the first place HAHAHAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like men in uniforms :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie was AWESOMEEEE! I love Mr Thompson and Mr Thomson XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember the days when Tintin had his own series on TV? I always watched it when I was small XD good times. Goooood memories.. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there was this part when they were on the plane and the gas was going nil, Tintin told Captain Haddock to pour the surgical alcohol into the tank to get a few miles... obviously Haddock drank it already so he did the epic-est thing ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He BURPED into it LOLOL wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie is nice :) go watch, go watch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-1675872362033446204?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/1675872362033446204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/movie-sight-seeing-part-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/1675872362033446204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/1675872362033446204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/movie-sight-seeing-part-four.html' title='Movie + Sight-Seeing PART FOUR'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-6723577489537493519</id><published>2011-11-07T12:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T13:00:17.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot stuff'/><title type='text'>Sight-seeing PART THREE</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOSH. I love breakfast :)&lt;div&gt;I saw another cute guy! :DDD YAYS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made notes in my phone in case I forgot lol he looks like a cross between Changmin and Jonghyun.. he had chiseled cheekbones...typical Chinese good looks :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had nice forearms and a nice nose and nice hair... :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He also one of those faces that can suit man bangs AND fohawks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like fohawks :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY I think this is it lol his parents cook wan tan noodles there...so yeah :D he's the helper and he keeps walking around and my eyes "coincidentally" saw him everywhere HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am as subtle as a gun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-6723577489537493519?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/6723577489537493519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/sight-seeing-part-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/6723577489537493519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/6723577489537493519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/sight-seeing-part-three.html' title='Sight-seeing PART THREE'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-8960993139392915032</id><published>2011-11-07T09:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T09:47:56.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK YEAH!</title><content type='html'>See? This is what hot male models do to my memory. I totally forgot why I wanted to update in the first place.&lt;div&gt;OK so I checked my tweet line on my phone in the morning and guess what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;BIG BANG WON AN MTV EMA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YEAH OH YEAH OH YEAHHHH---- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew our votes could win :) I feel so proud that they won it :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shows you motherfuckers what BIGBANG can do :') they're so awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY SO FASTER GO MAKE AN ALBUM GD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait! :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-8960993139392915032?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/8960993139392915032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/fuck-yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/8960993139392915032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/8960993139392915032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/fuck-yeah.html' title='FUCK YEAH!'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-762447872319205134</id><published>2011-11-07T09:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T09:45:17.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot stuff'/><title type='text'>Hot Stuff PART FIVE</title><content type='html'>Holy shit I just realised I didn't do one of Cole Mohr.&lt;div&gt;He's like, one of my favourite male models. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cos ONE, he's totally adorable. TWO, he has nice smile. THREE, he has dimples. FOUR, he has nice eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeah he's a Taurus so I'm partially biased :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No videos lol cos as adorable as he is, I can't stand his laugh. It's very...I dunno why but it reminds me of Texans LOL not that I have a problem with them but yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's really dorky but cute! XD which is nice cos it shows male models have emotion too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead, I'm gonna post pictures that I think capture his good parts :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ENJOY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.culture-mode.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/ColeMohr-263.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 561px; height: 720px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, yes. I know. FRECKLES everywhere lol and moles @_@ it disturbs me abit but just focus on his facial features :) cos he doesn't have rippling muscles cos he's one of those rare skinny models who become famous cos they have pretty faces :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BESIDES Alex Pettyfer is hot and he has a million moles and freckles scattered over his lovely chest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cSV9ve-_jY/TSedwxdenMI/AAAAAAAAAU8/yoYF1qVkkXw/s1600/cole_mohr_%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 800px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God I love his tattoos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.haironthebrain.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/cole-mohr-Hedi-Slimane.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 633px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOOK INTO THOSE EYES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKOK last one cos some readers don't like to look at me updating about nothing but hot people HAHAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, but my life basically revolves around looking at beautiful things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3inE7ttbWcE/TdxTYAI6CUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/9pdpHUMAowk/s1600/2485-800w.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 537px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ISN'T THAT TOTALLY ADORABLE?? :3 I love his eyes x)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh :) I feel happy now XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a printer that won't fail me D8&amp;lt; mine keeps crashing eventhough it's like what? Two years old? That ain't old =_= and it's a totally gorgeous printer PLUS it's 3 in 1 and shit =_= but when we replaced the ink, it stopped working wtf *kicks printer*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to print all these pictures and make a portfolio :) like a scrapbook with all these pictures of hot people. It'll be awesome. The pages will be black cos black is sexy and simple. And also cos black matches everything so I don't have to constantly worry over colour coordination :P some people just don't have a sense of colour. I mean, HOW can that ugly shade of orange go with that green for example. Sheesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still dreaming so I'm signing off now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAVE FUNNNN-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-762447872319205134?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/762447872319205134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/hot-stuff-part-five.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/762447872319205134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/762447872319205134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/hot-stuff-part-five.html' title='Hot Stuff PART FIVE'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8cSV9ve-_jY/TSedwxdenMI/AAAAAAAAAU8/yoYF1qVkkXw/s72-c/cole_mohr_%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-1747201840454054553</id><published>2011-11-07T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T09:28:17.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Update</title><content type='html'>OKAY currently I have 6 posts under the label "hot stuff"&lt;div&gt;bye bye now :) just a short update..sorta like a notice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-1747201840454054553?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/1747201840454054553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/short-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/1747201840454054553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/1747201840454054553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/short-update.html' title='Short Update'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-970924180729582834</id><published>2011-11-07T09:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T09:24:36.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot stuff'/><title type='text'>Hot Stuff PART FOUR</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1w5zsbpekd0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't that cute??? I don't know who they are cos they have the same hair..but they're still hot 8) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me still like what me sees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only know they're Danny Schwartz, Jamie Jewitt and Vladimir Ivanov. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah go try googling them. On the way, google Jeremy Kost! I think he's like a photographer-artist person. Whatever, the results are mind fucking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and if you wanna go e-sightseeing like I do, ALWAYS have Google Images open on your tab. Videos are decieving. I thought a lot of people were hot until I Googled them and I'm like "ooookayyy.. &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God. Vladimir is so hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/O8jJwHvyeU8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has dimples 8))) Dimples are always good things.&lt;br /&gt;I think he has a clip in his hair LOL and his lips look glossy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES. Models, even male models have to put on makeup. Duh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He looks pretty full of himself though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UVgx-ihN8Q8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's so cute! He's JUST like Cole Mohr. They both have some EMOTION when they talk and stuff. All the other models are like guarded and quiet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH AND HE HAS A BRITISH ACCENT. Which is BOOOOOOONUS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-end of hot stuff part four-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am determined to make a lot of posts dedicated to hot people &amp;gt;:) It'll be like "Hot Stuff PART FIVE" and so on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;BRING ME THE HOT MALES, BABY. BRING IT ON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-970924180729582834?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/970924180729582834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/hot-stuff-part-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/970924180729582834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/970924180729582834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/hot-stuff-part-four.html' title='Hot Stuff PART FOUR'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1w5zsbpekd0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-4338141791526714878</id><published>2011-11-06T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T09:25:42.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot stuff'/><title type='text'>Hot Stuff PART THREE</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2K4_cBPzcQo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;ATTENTION ALL HORMONAL WOMEN! ATTENTION ALL HORMONAL WOMEN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY you have to watch this. It's DAVID GANDY for God's sakes, it's DAVID GANDY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't know who's David Gandy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SLAP YOURSELF. Really hard. Then go Google him. BECAUSE HE IS LIKE ONE OF THE HOTTEST MALE MODELS THAT HAD EVER EXISTED IN THE WHOLE WORLD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE THIS INTERVIEWER'S QUESTIONS LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do you look at yourself in the mirror all day?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What your favourite sex position?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTF!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and not to mention his eyes are totally *swoon* worthy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me you look into those eyes and not get fazed. You are a confirmed lesbian if you are not fazed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A CONFIRMED LESBIAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come to think of it, his nose IS kinda huge. Still. He's hot :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eOIg6h2kIE0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventhough he doesn't speak English, he's cute :) accents are always nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But British accents are better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND HE KNOWS HOW TO IRON A SHIRT. Do you know how rare it is to find a male species that can iron a shirt?DO YOU? IT IS VERY HARD OKAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay it's getting quite late, will update tomorrow if I stumble upon anything :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luv, me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS, I'm making this list of hot guys worth googling at the back of my journal lol it's like until number 69 now and if you find any hot people, drop the name in my chatbox and I'll go see if he's worthy :) MALES ONLY please, cos...I don't really um like looking at hot females lol cos it's disturbing cos I'm straight, so yeah :) thanks! OH I just added three. Um so it makes it on number...72 now! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-4338141791526714878?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/4338141791526714878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/hot-stuff-part-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/4338141791526714878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/4338141791526714878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/hot-stuff-part-three.html' title='Hot Stuff PART THREE'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2K4_cBPzcQo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-1559764126632153891</id><published>2011-11-06T11:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T11:37:46.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sprüngli!</title><content type='html'>Yeah yesterday we opened this box of &lt;em style="font-style: normal; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;Sprüngli chocolates !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;It was a gift from one of those meetings or something like that my Mom went to...I ain't complaining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;At first, I thought it was SPRINGLI chocolates LOL and I was like what sort of name is SPRINGLI LOL cos you know it was kinda cursive + that two dots on top..so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt; Mistake is justified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/305131_2622806853120_1343691164_33032837_367123061_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SSEE!! LOOK AT THAT BRAND NAME ON THE BOTTOM THERE. It clearly looks like SPRINGLI.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay whatever. The thing is, it's awesome. It's a truffle dusted with bitter cocoa powder-dust thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AWESOMEEEEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s720x720/378085_2622806133102_1343691164_33032835_658528960_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; line-height: 16px; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But so far of all the chocolates I've enjoyed from my Mom's awesome clients (they ALWAYS give nice chocolates P:) I like Godiva the best :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s720x720/393267_2622805533087_1343691164_33032834_1467691126_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I bit into it, my mouth was filled with rich, chocolatey goodness.&lt;div&gt;Ohhhh God. The sweetness was balanced by the super-bitter cocoa dust I guess lol too sweet for my taste. I'm a dark chocolate person - not too sweet, not too bitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah I hope I enlighten your day with your Sprungli-chocolate-less lives :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-1559764126632153891?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/1559764126632153891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/sprungli.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/1559764126632153891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/1559764126632153891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/sprungli.html' title='Sprüngli!'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-3746674824565783765</id><published>2011-11-06T11:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T09:26:34.187+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot stuff'/><title type='text'>Sight-Seeing PART TWO</title><content type='html'>RIGHT so I was at breakfast with my family today - &lt;div&gt;And I saw this guy sitting with this auntie with badly dyed hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH EM GEE he is cute AHAHAHAHAHHAH I was distracted the entire time cos the only space left is conveniently located one table away from theirs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEHEHEHEHEH ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ezhen likes what she sees :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was eating, it was fucking hot so everyone was sweating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if you don't know, guys with physical appeal to the public eye look good when they're sweating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO he like, turned his head and ONE I saw his eyes and TWO he ran his hand across his forehead to wipe the sweat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH EM GEE sexy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH I can see your expressions now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're on the border-line of "Oh my God LOL" and "Whuddafark."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehehehehehehehehehe ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I'll update if there's anything to update about later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS I'm using a new shampoo now! Sunsilk - Weather Defence!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love the smell. I can finally smell my hair HAHAHAH before that I used this Lakme thingy Mom got from SHINS and it was OK .. the smell wasn't as strong as Sunsilk so yeah :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-3746674824565783765?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3746674824565783765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/sight-seeing-part-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/3746674824565783765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/3746674824565783765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/sight-seeing-part-two.html' title='Sight-Seeing PART TWO'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-2052648652225662037</id><published>2011-11-05T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T12:25:45.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry :P</title><content type='html'>Hehe as you can see, I changed my blog skin...again :P&lt;div&gt;Sorry, couldn't help myself. Everyone has pretty skin and I can't help having the New Layout so reverted it back to Classic :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE THIS SKIN! OH and I have a chat-box again as you can see :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave a message-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-2052648652225662037?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/2052648652225662037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/sorry-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/2052648652225662037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/2052648652225662037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/sorry-p.html' title='Sorry :P'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-1132467635213690451</id><published>2011-11-04T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T23:57:04.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Summer Rain</title><content type='html'>OKAY I swear this is the last post for today lol :)&lt;br /&gt;I just finished this short story on Wattpad on my phone (click &lt;a href="http://www.wattpad.com/1220540-late-summer-rain-red-hot-babe"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the short story)&lt;br /&gt;and I SWEAR I have never cried so much for a story before. I didn't even cry when Gerry died in "PS, I Love You". I teared A BIT when I found out Blake had a seizure but then I found out he actually survived so no more tears haha&lt;br /&gt;It's just that, he spent his LAST SUMMER with her. He made this list of things he wanted to do that summer and she did every single one of those things with him&lt;br /&gt;The last thing he wanted to do was FALL IN LOVE&lt;br /&gt;And like any other love story, he fell in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT WAS TOO LATE because he KNEW his days were numbered. But he still spent it with her cos it made him happy and he's happy that she's happy to spend time with him.&lt;br /&gt;He died from cancer.&lt;br /&gt;It's just so sad, you have to read it yourself to know. I don't know if YOU'RE gonna cry but I know I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have a trauma or something for losing someone.&lt;br /&gt;When I was small and every time my parents argued, I was always paranoid that they were going to get a divorce. And I always prepare myself for the day someone comes and get me and tells me my Mom's gone.&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather has gout and I guess he doesn't have long until he goes into God's embrace of love or something.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I have nightmares okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY enough with this emotional bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;Off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-1132467635213690451?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/1132467635213690451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/late-summer-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/1132467635213690451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/1132467635213690451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/late-summer-rain.html' title='Late Summer Rain'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-2308941274241775612</id><published>2011-11-04T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T22:54:21.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JT, Come back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uAusmM0fhkc" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU MUST WATCH THIS. Epic shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is, JUSTIN, COME BACK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-2308941274241775612?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/2308941274241775612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/jt-come-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/2308941274241775612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/2308941274241775612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/jt-come-back.html' title='JT, Come back!'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uAusmM0fhkc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-3847387303085111280</id><published>2011-11-04T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T22:18:26.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get a GRIP.</title><content type='html'>Yeah it was a Tuesday when it happened LOL it sounds like I'm describing a crime or a murder scene or something.&lt;br /&gt;Well. It's something like that :P&lt;br /&gt;If you're in my school, you'll be familiar with this infamous perverted teacher - Mr. Chee&lt;br /&gt;He was substituting Pn. Yean, and after that day I'll take her any day -_-&lt;br /&gt;I was napping when he came in so I guess that's why we never kena kacau EITHER THAT or Choy Yeng has bigger boobs HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA you be the judge of that but whatever :P&lt;br /&gt;He went to sit opposite of Choy Yeng and Cheryl and Pei-Zhi were there too.&lt;br /&gt;He started talking to them like all friendly-friendly and shit.&lt;br /&gt;PSH.&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl and Pei-Zhi were smart and moved further away but Choy Yeng was unfortunately his victim or something =_=&lt;br /&gt;OH AND A SMALL DISCLAIMER HERE. I DIDN'T EDIT ANYTHING. SAW IT WITH MY OWN EYES.&lt;br /&gt;Because he's notorious for being a sick, pervert of a teacher, they all covered themselves as much as they could with their bags.&lt;br /&gt;He started pulling their bags away to look at their name tags claiming he has a bad memory and can't remember names that well. He looked twice. And I think even people with dementia (like my grandmother) can remember things that just happened 5 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;OK they can't but whatever. You get the pic. I don't think Mr Chee has dementia so there.&lt;br /&gt;It's so blatantly OBVIOUS he wants to check out whether or not they have boobs -,-&lt;br /&gt;same thing happened to Kimberly. Only she cried and made a bigger fuss XD&lt;br /&gt;And then they were talking, and you could see by their expressions that they were wary and I'm QUITE sure Cheryl was getting ready in her heart on self defense lol she came over to get some water from us cos she finished hers and she was all freaked out and hush-hushed to me and Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know WHY but he started pulling Choy Yeng's pony-tail and the other two were fake laughing. And then he pulled her bag and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I swear, if they weren't smiling it would've been considered attempted rape.&lt;br /&gt;If he lays a hand on another female in a more-than-friendly way, I'm going to protest.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, WHAT teacher can go as far as touching? Talking casual talk is already stretching it! NOW you're pulling their pony-tails and invading your personal space (not to mention&amp;nbsp;psychological&amp;nbsp;well-being)! THE FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully all the women teachers know that every single male teacher in the school is perverted (except maybe Nazri and Abdul Aziz cos y'know..they're too serious. OH and Mr. Govinder) like, Michelle SWORE that she saw Hizwan smack Pn &amp;nbsp;Nurul on her arm and almost hit her boob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that isn't almost-sexual assault AND NOT TO MENTION cheating on his wife, I don't know what is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I have enough of condemning the world's crisis of over-hormonal old people.&lt;br /&gt;BYES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-3847387303085111280?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3847387303085111280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/get-grip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/3847387303085111280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/3847387303085111280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/get-grip.html' title='Get a GRIP.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-8713723046934792010</id><published>2011-11-02T20:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T09:25:46.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot stuff'/><title type='text'>Hot Stuff PART TWO</title><content type='html'>OK if everything goes to plan, then this post will be dedicated to my hormonal teenage dreams LOL :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE THE STORY STARTS, Go listen to "Tomorrow" by Tablo ft. Taeyang :D it's nice. Eventhough I'm not that into Koreanish stuff now..waiting for BIGBANG's new album come out only I transform into crazy fan girl ok? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON TO THE TOPIC-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IgLcQmlN2Xg" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song isn't exactly new or anything but whatever. It's nice :)&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to J. Lo for still being so hot despite her age lol DID YOU SEE HER STOMACH? And her thighs? WHOO. Toned.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, ignore that and just focus on the guy in the video cos that's what we're gonna talk about today :D&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU SEEN THAT GUY'S ABS?! OK so his moobs wobbled ABIT but STILL!!!! LOOK AT THAT BODY! *Haaaah*&lt;br /&gt;LOL don't ask people, don't ask. It's an inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;I just wikipedia-ed the video and the guy's name is William Levy. He's an ex-model.&lt;br /&gt;Figures.&lt;br /&gt;On that beach scene where she was on him and they were um being in love I guess LOL whatever. There are some rare moments when the camera focuses on him.&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER-YOU GET THE PICTURE.&lt;br /&gt;I love his nose. LOL I have this thing for Romanesque noses and nice eyebrows...don't ask why. It just attracts my eyes XD&lt;br /&gt;And his eyes are like....I LOOK INTO YOUR SOUL eyes XD those eyes that you can't look away from. The type that are so gorgeous and captivating, it hurts to look&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHHHHH GOD.&lt;br /&gt;And there was a scene where he was running, and the camera was behind him so you can see his back muscles work? YEAAAAAH MAN.&lt;br /&gt;Aww. He's married.&lt;br /&gt;URGH.&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking he's a brunette but he's actually a blonde LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry I ain't so committed to this person. Josh Kloss is still better :P&lt;br /&gt;Josh Kloss's the Teenage Dream guy by the way :P I MIGHT do Richie Nuzzolese next. He's the Last Friday Night jock..&lt;br /&gt;He's hoooot DAY-UM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah signing off babies! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-8713723046934792010?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/8713723046934792010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/hot-stuff-part-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/8713723046934792010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/8713723046934792010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/11/hot-stuff-part-two.html' title='Hot Stuff PART TWO'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/IgLcQmlN2Xg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-202816320454033992</id><published>2011-10-30T15:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T09:25:50.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot stuff'/><title type='text'>Teenage Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/41i4uCWST_U" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so this is just the Director's Cut but whatever. It doesn't matter. All you gals have to focus on is that hunk in the video ;) his name is Josh Kloss, go Google him yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU SEEN HOW THEY MADE OUT ON THE BED!?!?? Oh my GOD. That's so sexy - Katy's hot too but I ain't a lesbian so..yeah ;D - how he was in his bare-chested glory..I wouldn't be surprised if God made a spotlight shine on him...he is THAT sexy O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of my FAVOURITE parts is when he was in the gym punching that bag? FOCUS ON THOSE MUSCLES, BABY. FOCUS ON THOSE MUSCLES. The way they flex! His arms alone make people go wet x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they make out on the beach and he's all kissy-kissy on her neck? OH MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they were dancing? IGNORE ALL THOSE OTHER EXTRA PEOPLE + KATY PERRY. Just FOCUS your retinas on HIM AND HIM ALONE. Have you any idea how HOT and SEXY he dances????&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that his face structure is SO perfect. He has a Romanesque nose. He's like.. like a Michelangelo statue. And how defined his jaw line was. And how hot his muscles all flex when he moves..&lt;br /&gt;And his back! HIS BACK!!!! ARGH. People like him are too sexy to be seen without a shirt on.&lt;br /&gt;The problem now is - HE WILL STILL LOOK HOT WITH A SHIRT ON. Because he is just THAT hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when he was driving and he looked over at her - OH MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when he ripped off his shirt?? I bet all the women out there are ACHING to rip off his shirt with their teeth for him HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH I'm being hormonal again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when he was wrapping that bandage-thingy around his hand? Did you see how the muscles on his fore arm flexed??? DID YOU? IF YOU DIDN'T PLEASE WATCH THE VIDEO AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY enough gushing hehe XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE PEOPLE x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-202816320454033992?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/202816320454033992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/10/teenage-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/202816320454033992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/202816320454033992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/10/teenage-dreams.html' title='Teenage Dreams'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/41i4uCWST_U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-6565924495065648272</id><published>2011-10-30T12:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T12:46:32.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sorry State.</title><content type='html'>Oh HEY people. I'm really pissed off right now, so prepare yourself for a long string of profanities :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know, the education minister of Malaysia decided that's the BEST decision they've ever made in their fucking lives is to abolish PPSMI.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what's PPSMI? It's the teaching of Maths and Science in English, implemented by Dr. Mahathir, our ex-prime minister.&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH grades have improved and for those who still fail, they're just plain stupid or they don't try END OF STORY.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm one of those people who had been learning Maths and Science in English since Standard One (2003) and I'm learning just fine right now.&lt;br /&gt;So now they're&amp;nbsp;abolishing&amp;nbsp;PPSMI and yeah gonna start the teaching of Maths and Science in BM. Apparently, according to Muhyiddin, AND I QUOTE : "If Not BM, There'll Be Chaos"&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;What utter rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;Have fun trying to find any Internation Universities that teach Maths and Science in BM.&lt;br /&gt;Cos we're gonna waste most of the time mastering the language rather than understanding the concepts.&lt;br /&gt;And we're gonna waste SO much time with Maths and Science, there goes our chances of getting good grades for all the OTHER subjects. For your info, we have to pass History too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. Sin just posted on Facebook. They're gonna abolish PPSMI at 2015..when the first batch of PPSMI students already finished their studies.&lt;br /&gt;OH GOOD FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about other students? What about the Form Two's and all the other students who ALREADY learn it in English too? What about THEM?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we can't just think of ourselves you know. They're gonna rot and die too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. This is what you get for being a loyal citizen hmm?&lt;br /&gt;Living in a place full of debts. Right. Yeah. Oh and not to mention the policemen who accept bribes? Yeah How comforting to know. &lt;b&gt;I FEEL &lt;i&gt;SOOO&lt;/i&gt; SAFE NOW.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-6565924495065648272?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/6565924495065648272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/10/sorry-state.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/6565924495065648272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/6565924495065648272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/10/sorry-state.html' title='The Sorry State.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-6479688035626471930</id><published>2011-10-29T21:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T21:10:28.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh God, Yes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;DISCLAIMER.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;WARNING: THIS POST WILL MOSTLY &amp;nbsp;BE DEDICATED TO HOT GUYS AND HOW MUCH I LIKE LOOKING AT THEM. PLEASE IGNORE THIS POST IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE DISGUSTED BY MY HORMONAL TEENAGE FANTASIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah hello there brave ones ;)&lt;br /&gt;I'm on Wattpad again haha currently reading "The Deal with Mr. Player"&lt;br /&gt;Read it, it's nice :) I also recommend "I Sold Myself to the Devil for Vinyl Records, Pitiful - I Know" .. I can tell you about it right now lol from what I remember of course cos it's been quite some time since I last read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so there's this two people - Lexi and Blake. They both had this deal - he will let her choose vinyl records from his Dad's collection if she helps him with his schoolwork. She agrees cos she loves them so much cos those vinyls are seriously vintage and expensive and shit.&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah they both fell in love. He started hanging out at her house and she went to his house to tutor and stuff. They did a lot of romantic shit...&lt;br /&gt;I'll skip all the juicy innards cos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I forgot :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You guys can read it to find out - I'm promoting it, in a sense. Not because the writer paid me, but because it's just THAT awesome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO one day she was in his room and she found this box and she opened it to find alot of her stuff in there. Her lost ring, papers with her name...turns out he fell in love with her the first time they met in school. He just moved there and everyone ignored him cos he was the new kid but she tried to make friends with him. She sat down beside him in class and started talking to him but he just stared at her cos he was SUPER shy and she thought he was just some stuck up snob and hated him ever since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well - he was a stalker or something cos he collected all this shit. And he took that ring and held it in his pocket &amp;nbsp; debating whether or not to return it to her as an excuse to talk to her but Blake being Blake, he was TOO shy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all really sweet :) They married in the end lol he almost died first from a seizure (read to find out more - trust me, it will BLOW YOUR MIND AWAY) and then SHE almost died cos of bleeding when giving birth to their child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcgwhoLK6h1qasm3ko1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcgwhoLK6h1qasm3ko1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT'S SO SWEET! Don't YOU have your own fantasies of finding The One? Don't YOU fantasize sometimes (OK for me it's almost ALL the time but don't blame me, the taken ones in my class makes it really hard to ignore the warm embrace of love in the air LOL the love they eject from each other - it's insane) about doing all those sweet stuff with your boyfriend/girlfriend? Don't YOU get just a teeny bit jealous of how happy they are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, how can you ignore all these sappy but sweet stuff people post everywhere? All those pictures? Where they kiss and hug and when the guy kisses the girl's forehead and shit? How can you ignore those couples oozing love when you go out? I even see old people holding hands...it's so sweet! :D It shows that love can last till the day you turn old and have love handles and cellulite x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ANYWAYS any of you guys who read romance novels. Do you guys get this heart-wrenching feeling in your chest when the two people (who are so in love with each other they don't know it) just hurt each other? Cos that happens to me all the time lol the way they describe the pain they feel - it hurts me and it's not even happening to me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once I was reading this other book on Wattpad and the girl was all sad and shit cos he wanted her to kill him but she didn't want to cos despite what he did to her all the time, she loved him but he couldn't feel anymore cos his past girlfriend died (he's a vamp BTW)....she was crying and shit and he pulled her into his arms and crushed her into a hug and it was SO sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do you know how painful it was for me?? DO YOU?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;COS MY WHOLE CHEST ACHED LIKE BREAST CANCER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For a second then though, I thought my boobs had a problem or something cos it hurt..SO MUCH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;God I'm weird XD drop a comment by the way, I like getting comments. Shows that someone is actually reading this lol :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;LOVE, moi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-6479688035626471930?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/6479688035626471930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-god-yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/6479688035626471930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/6479688035626471930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-god-yes.html' title='Oh God, Yes.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-4352882759861522060</id><published>2011-10-28T12:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T12:59:14.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like the old days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;YO WASSUP lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I'm bored. Just came back from breakfast and just like old times...I'm just gonna blog whatever pops in my head :) bear with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom didn't bungkus for the maid and now she's all pissed off and making alot of noise in the kitchen -_-&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna start a short rant about my maid now :D&lt;br /&gt;She has really expensive tastes -,- she's pretty selective about her food and she won't eat the food she doesn't like and try to convince my brothers to eat them lol&lt;br /&gt;And she's really lazy. REALLY, REALLY LAZY.&lt;br /&gt;Okay you know what? Never mind lols cos y'know, if I were her, I'll make an even bigger fuss :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad should seriously calm his tits already. He's always so rushy-rushy and everyone's really tensed because he doesn't exactly have the best temper on Earth and can explode any second once aggravated or frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;I saw this on Twitter: A Leo's problem is everyone's problem.&lt;br /&gt;SO TRUE. Whenever he's mad or pissed off, the whole world gets aggravated too cos he's so frustratingly like THAT. No wonder he's always red in the face and his heart pressure is always high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of Ellie Goulding's song "Lights"? GO LISTEN if you haven't! :D it's nice! I just made it my ringtone lol :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Youtube-ing alot of Muse songs now lol currently listening to Uprising.&lt;br /&gt;His voice is so...weird. Weird, but nice. It's like..."I-just-woke-up-but-I-feel-like-singing"&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. It's just nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I feel like shopping now :P Don't feel like watching a movie..parents want to watch "Real Steel" and I really wanted to watch that but now, I'm like whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much I wanna say now lol :P um. Yeah. Bye :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-4352882759861522060?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/4352882759861522060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-like-old-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/4352882759861522060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/4352882759861522060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-like-old-days.html' title='Just like the old days.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-4899307861407897386</id><published>2011-10-27T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T20:46:46.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweaks and Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://christinasview.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/things-change2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://christinasview.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/things-change2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yeah, as you obviously know - I updated Blogger!&lt;br /&gt;Which means I no longer use the Classic Template...I'm using the new, updated one.&lt;br /&gt;If you know me really well, you'll know I'll change back to Classic in a few weeks :P Can't help it -&lt;br /&gt;SO if you want to read the FULL version of the blog post, just click on the blog post title!&lt;br /&gt;It won't bring you to another page, it'll pop out on the screen...whatever. Just try and you'll understand :)&lt;br /&gt;And since no one ever uses the chat box anyways - just leave comments :)&lt;br /&gt;Will try my best to reply :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-4899307861407897386?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/4899307861407897386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/10/tweaks-and-changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/4899307861407897386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/4899307861407897386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/10/tweaks-and-changes.html' title='Tweaks and Changes'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-1653910803102872876</id><published>2011-10-27T17:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T17:59:38.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy day, Happy day :)</title><content type='html'>SO yesterday was my 15-year-best-friend, VERINIA KHOO'S 17th birthday! :D&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna save you the details, and let the pictures do the talking.. I posted them on Facebook, go take a look :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.2585006348131.2146463.1343691164&amp;amp;type=1"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; for the pictures! Leave a comment or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today I went to KLCC with Mom again :) What I like about that place is hot guys are walking everywhere :PP and if you don't know me, I go HIGH when I see hot guys x) they fuel my energy bar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went to Vincci first but I was cranky cos I was abit hungry haha :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We met my brother (we planned to meet there cos he had to go to college for awhile) and we went to DOME for lunch! :D I miss that place, we used to go there all the time for hot chocolate :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I ordered a Caesar Pesto Chicken salad cos I can't finish anything else XD mom had a pie and brother ordered fish and chips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;MY SALAD WAS SO BIG. Honestly. But it was nice :) bacon :))) I like bacon :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mom's pie was like...soup with a souffle-ish top. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fish and chips was huge o_o &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was eating half-way through when BOOM this woman and (I think) her son came in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*fans self*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After lunch, brother went home so we went to Isetan cos Mom had to go get her pants from alterations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And mom being mom, she stopped halfway to look at the shoes and clothes :| ish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;WELL, turns out patience DOES award you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's this guy - he's a promoter at P.A. - and OMG *fans self more* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On a scale of one to ten, I give him a 9.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;YES HE IS THAT HOT. He's tall, has a nice defined jaw line, nice biceps, nice hair, nice body..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;GOD :))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then Mom saw this awesome jacket that caught her eye - BOOM saw another promoter. He's a 7.5/10..still. Cute :) He smiled and BOOM nice teeth :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Blah blah blah... we went to Cache Cache - again :P I got two new shirts there! Mom's like, addicted to red or something lol she kept throwing red stuff at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then we went to Vincci. I got cranky again cos there were so many people there -_- and I was wearing hi-tops so I wasn't really into the shoe-trying she-bang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But then mom kept throwing shoes at me and she's the type that thinks NO means YES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I tried on a dozen flats until she threw me this pair that I actually liked lols&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's dark blue with a silver frilly-flower on top :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HeOKvW2qBws/Tqkq6p-yjvI/AAAAAAAAAQc/p8ydg7GtR8Q/s320/308983_2587860739489_1343691164_33003387_886446860_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668108793212473074" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry I don't have the shirts' pictures :P lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SO. Mom's like, next stop : Midvalley LOLOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;this is what happens when she doesn't go out for ONE day XD she was at home the whole day yesterday cos no one was home and she had a migraine XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OKAY I don't have much to say now :) OH OH OH  we were in the LRT going back home and there's this guy standing there all hot-ish (cos he is)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HE HAS A NICE NOSE. Like, all straight and shit 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;YEAH nothing to say now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;BYE PEOPLES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/8288675429548630758-1653910803102872876?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/1653910803102872876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-day-happy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/1653910803102872876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/1653910803102872876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-day-happy-day.html' title='Happy day, Happy day :)'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HeOKvW2qBws/Tqkq6p-yjvI/AAAAAAAAAQc/p8ydg7GtR8Q/s72-c/308983_2587860739489_1343691164_33003387_886446860_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-330936072512913886</id><published>2011-10-25T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T23:21:34.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So raise your hands.</title><content type='html'>A lot of people didn't turn up today..but Jien Li came! :D &lt;div&gt;Bla bla bla...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today this disabled man came to give us a ceramah ... I thought it was supposed to be about B.M. and stuff but if you ask me, it's more like a motivation camp lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, the guy was born with his right arm being um cacat-ed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He showed us this video about this Singaporean doctor (one of his idols, apparently) - Dr. William Tan who is disabled but still participates in marathons and stuff...aweeeesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He also showed us a video about this father who ran triathlons and ironman runs with his disabled son (Rick Hoyt) . His son had this dream of running a triathlon but he couldn't because of his disability..so his Dad (Dick Hoyt) trained and stuff and ran WITH his son. He pushed his wheelchair while running..he pulled a boat with his son in it when he swam..yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GO TEAM HOYT! And I swear. Pn. Maria was CRYING after she watched that video and me and Su Jean and Jien Li were like o.o okayyyy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and get this. Dick Hoyt, is like, 71 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND HE STILL GOES FOR TRIATHLONS. Dude. I run 5 km I already feel like passing out and dying on the ground. The guy is old AND he has to push his son's wheelchair along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT is what I call achievement. He was inducted in the Ironman Hall of Fame at 2008 .. DAMN RIGHT HE DESERVED IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, of course he didn't win. BUT AT LEAST HE TRIED! C'mon. The guy's old, give him a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I've been wasting my life away lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After rehat, we have to go to dewan with the Form 2 and Form 4 students. Apparently we're part of the Mesyuarat Agung Koperasi something something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was so boring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the whole she-bang, they let us watch three performances..I think it was kinda like promoting Grad. Concert lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The first group sucked. Probably because Cik Adlina coached the singer :P no offence to Cik-Adlina-lovers but the woman can't sing. She thinks she can sing just because she goes to singing classes but yeah. She ain't got no talent in singing. The guy sang "Wadya Want From Me" and the song's like really high pitched and his voice cracked and shit lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It sucked. I hope they get disqualified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The second group was nice :D the girl - Heidi sang Adele's "Rolling in the Deep" and her voice was mind-fuckingly-awesome. Yeah obviously she got like, an actual applause lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The third was See Seven and his two dancers? LOL who cares about anyone else when you have this hottie on stage right? RIGHT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Going to Verinia's BBQ tomorrow! IT'S HER BIRTHDAY TOMORROW MOTHERFUCKERS! So go wish her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Like, now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;NOW.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-330936072512913886?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/330936072512913886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-raise-your-hands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/330936072512913886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/330936072512913886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-raise-your-hands.html' title='So raise your hands.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-966599053242009530</id><published>2011-10-22T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T18:23:14.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um. WHAT?</title><content type='html'>Yeap. IT HAPPENED AGAIN. Every year when the year-end's a-coming, problems start a-rising.&lt;div&gt;Like when I was 11 and I thought I lost someone's report card and I was paranoid cos I didn't know they have back-ups in the computer lol turns out I didn't lose it...it was just somewhere else in that darn locker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got my first surat amaran.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTF right? -_- I only got THREE mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT'S TOTALLY IRRELEVANT. My friends got more than me and yet they didn't get theirs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT IS THIS! Totally unfair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;tidak hadir koko (persatuan BI)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;masih belum hantar buku kosa kata, telah banyak kali diminta hantar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rambut bejuntai, terlalu banyak kali diberi amaran oleh pengetua dan PK HEM, masih belum ubah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um. Well. EXCUUUUSE ME. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NUMBER ONE. I didn't come that day, so I didn't go (OBVIOUSLY)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NUMBER TWO. It wasn't me. I was one of the first people to pass it up. She wrote the wrong name!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NUMBER THREE. OK I have no comment for this cos I actually did it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO. YEAH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People everywhere around me got like 6-7..I only got 3 wei -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe cos Pn. Yean wrote the third one and she's the only one in the whole universe who remembers to write SURAT AMARAN 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-_- fml.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-966599053242009530?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/966599053242009530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/10/um-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/966599053242009530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/966599053242009530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/10/um-what.html' title='Um. WHAT?'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-3770849352348819432</id><published>2011-10-22T11:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T11:50:24.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday's a Gift and NOT a Given Right.</title><content type='html'>I was going to update yesterday...but Internet crashed cos of the thunder and lightning -_- &lt;div&gt;And now...I forgot what I wanted to blog about -_- right. LOL Dad's aggravated now cos my (very stupid...and irresponsible...and murderous) neighbour's (very annoying) Pomeranian decided to empty its bowels at the front door....again. And he just screamed at my brother to get him this brush for him and my brother was like, the fuck? Cos my Dad ain't the most specific person when he talks..and when he's aggravated and you ask him for confirmation, you get screamed at more for being a clueless imbecile who doesn't analyse the situation -_- he needs anger management classes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS I'm gonna save you the rant (yet again) about my family and their obvious issues lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GUESS WHO VOLUNTEERED to help Miss Lee sell Graduation Concert tickets? ME! And Michelle G! WHOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah lol first day was completely embarrassing cos everyone was like "WTF are those two doing there?" and then they bend down to see the sign taped on the table, they smirk and they're gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No sales - First Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second day I skipped lol cos I..just didn't feel like it. Went to Pavillion with Verinia and her Dad (henceforth known as Daddy...yes, Daddy. My Dad is Pa)...he had to go see a client at this hotel near Times Square so he dropped us off there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a nice time :) got myself HOT magazine (cos Chris Evans, Ian Somerhalder and Hugh Jackman were in it) and SEVENTEEN (cos Taylor Lautner was on the front cover...and I really needed some magazines in my life now)...a pretty notebook (AEIOU Studios..best notebook makers around, next to MOOF and apparently to my new find, TYPO) with these cassette tapes and love quotes...a NEW DRAWING PEN! :D Oh and Verinia treated me to a Chocolate Cream Chip Frap from Starbucks.. THANKS, YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third Day (yesterday) - SALE! At least..about 18? lol yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Improvement, I guess :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're reading this, you can find me in front of the flag-pole on Monday - Tuesday at 7 am lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And at the platform starting from reccess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeap, I skip rehat now lol not like I did anything much but..whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah lol I'm bored with blogging now cos the Internet crashed again but SURPRISE, SURPRISE! I can still blog ._. weiird. Gonna go reset the modem..again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-3770849352348819432?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3770849352348819432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/10/everydays-gift-and-not-given-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/3770849352348819432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/3770849352348819432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/10/everydays-gift-and-not-given-right.html' title='Everyday&apos;s a Gift and NOT a Given Right.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-3072232183584739989</id><published>2011-10-16T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T20:06:04.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Guy Upstairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3njwtj4-C2Y/Tpq7QyB-3FI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/YzvsUnrFCBg/s1600/book%2Bbanner.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 87px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3njwtj4-C2Y/Tpq7QyB-3FI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/YzvsUnrFCBg/s320/book%2Bbanner.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664045378354207826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;picture's are kinda small haha. Went to the Big Bad Wolf Book Sale today with Verinia and her mom :) Verinia's mom is henceforth known in this blog post as mummy. Yes, I call her mom mummy too lol she's my mummy and my mom is my ma..deal with it :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were SO MANY people there. The building was oozing with people with their boxes and books. The books were dirt cheap. I got mine for RM8 each...so yeah. I got five books for RM40 :) what a steal! Usually RM40 only gets you ONE book. I got five! Feeling satisfied :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the book fair we went to Viva Mall for lunch. We went to this place...forgot what it's called but it's some sort of Taiwanese steak house :D Verinia was on her time of the month and she was craving for some steak so yeah went there. I opened the menu and saw the pictures and I'm like "I can't finish this." cos the portions looked huge..so mummy and I gorged on the salad bar..which isn't EXACTLY a salad bar. More like an all-you-can-eat bar with lots of snacks LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a salad first cos I thought the salad bar only includes the salad..until mummy told me the entire bar is part of the price so I helped myself to a small serving of nuggets and fries, a dollop of potato salad, some peppermint ice cream (smiles hehe), a bit of popcorn..yeah that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and the pictures on the menu? For illustration purposes only. When the meal came it was just a piece of meat (big, thank God.) on top of some onions. The "corn cob" turns out to be a big baby corn...served with beans. I was flabbergasted but at least the meat was nice :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Verinia on her period = food hunt LOL she ate what I ate too XD When I helped her to take some water from the dispenser thingy, it was a total epic fail moment. A lady was there too and we were like "where's the button......" LOL then when we found it, I failed cos I couldn't stop the drink from pouring down from the dispenser XD and before that, I dropped my fork...TWICE. You could see the waiter (kinda cute by-the-way XD) was trying not to laugh but still smiled and help me pick them up AHAHAH Verinia was like "you fail!!" XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch, we went to F.O.S. cos mummy wanted to look at some stuff..so me and Verinia went clothes-hunting for a nice blouse to match her slacks. Found this earth-toned button up low neck blouse which was like, MADE for her or something. It made her waist look small and her boobs huge but proportional XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Still reading "My Sister's Keeper" but slowly finishing it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really feel sorry for Jesse..since no one ever paid attention to him. I can't believe they haven't figured out that he only became a delinquent because no one ever paid attention to him. He sets fire to empty warehouses and hides in the bushes waiting for his dad (Brian, a firefighter) to show up and putting it out. I read the synopsis in Wikipedia and turns out Brian paid him attention at some point of the novel I haven't reached yet and he found out that Jesse is actually the arsonist to all these fires..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was one part of the story where he set a warehouse on fire only to find out that someone was in there but he passed out. Jesse saved the guy and left him outside, away from the fire and he waited for the firemen to think they saved a life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And one part is in Sara's point of view..where Anna asks for $600 + from her parents and when they asked her why she said it was for hockey gear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They didn't even know she played hockey. They were too wrapped around Kate that they never noticed anything or anyone around them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When Anna got a letter from this US hockey goalie to join a hockey camp over the summer, Sara says no..because she's scared that Kate might need something else from Anna. You see, Anna is a designer baby..her embryo was picked by doctors to match Kate's needs. Anna was designed to donate her blood and platelets and stuff to Kate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anna probably just lost her chance to becoming a country representative...for Kate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have enough of posting now LOL okay. All for today :) byes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-3072232183584739989?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3072232183584739989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/10/big-guy-upstairs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/3072232183584739989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/3072232183584739989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/10/big-guy-upstairs.html' title='The Big Guy Upstairs'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3njwtj4-C2Y/Tpq7QyB-3FI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/YzvsUnrFCBg/s72-c/book%2Bbanner.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-4405613464087225032</id><published>2011-10-15T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T11:32:33.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um. Okay.</title><content type='html'>Me: Hey, what does your cousin do?&lt;div&gt;Mom: WORK la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: &lt;i&gt;*Well, &lt;/i&gt;DUH&lt;i&gt;. He can't &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;shit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; for a living right?*&lt;/i&gt; WHAT work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: Engineering. &lt;i&gt;ASK PROPERLY NEXT TIME!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um. Right. Okay. Fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Been talking with my brother about the future again and the college course of my choosing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't want to make a huge mistake in choosing. I don't want to waste my life away doing something everyday that makes me feel like keeling over with nausea. &lt;i&gt;I don't want to be one of those stereotyped people who wake up every morning dreading work.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; to like what I do. I &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; to wake up every morning with a spring in my step because &lt;i&gt;I love what I do&lt;/i&gt;. I want to open my office door breathing in excitement of what's in store for me today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, yeah. That's kinda hard if you're a fifteen year old who has no idea whatsoever on what you wants to be when you grow up. When you're going into form four and having to choose &lt;i&gt;(hopefully I &lt;/i&gt;do&lt;i&gt; get a choice)&lt;/i&gt; between Accounts or Science. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess I'm going to Science if I can cos there's more opportunities if you go into Science. Whereas if you go into Accounts, you don't get much of an opinion in picking a career to embark in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm thinking maybe I should take up &lt;b&gt;Interior Designing&lt;/b&gt; :) but &lt;i&gt;Malaysia&lt;/i&gt; doesn't have a lot of job opportunities in Interior...cos there's not much of a demand cos people here prefer to use their gut instinct and just paint their walls a &lt;i&gt;ridiculous&lt;/i&gt; shade of &lt;b&gt;green&lt;/b&gt; and call it&lt;i&gt; beautiful.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;LOVE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; looking into people's houses and looking at their furniture and the colour of the walls and the alignment of everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Somehow kitchens and toilets stay the most in my mind...&lt;i&gt;is this an omen?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;LOL leave a comment if you have your opinions on what you &lt;i&gt;THINK&lt;/i&gt; is a good career choice :) it's the third button on top of the disclaimer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh and please don't tell me to take up Zoology or Commerce. I'm hopeless in stuff like those.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-4405613464087225032?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/4405613464087225032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/10/um-okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/4405613464087225032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/4405613464087225032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/10/um-okay.html' title='Um. Okay.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-4407292849178044185</id><published>2011-10-08T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T22:54:35.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl look at that body.</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 6am today to accompany Verinia to the park with her auntie and grandma..called her at 6.30 so she's really tired now XD&lt;div&gt;We speed-walked for half an hour until some certain unfortunate event happened and I went to her house (which was conveniently nearby) and bla bla bla...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a Pappa-Rich breakfast! Ordered toast with strawberry jam and butter. If I'm not wrong, they make their own jam lols..whatever. Verinia's grandma then couldn't finish her noodles and gave them to me. I could only stuff abit down XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES LA I KNOW I'M PATHETIC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to Carrefour and then Verinia's other grandma's house to clean and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The construction people came to install the air-conditioner and I was really bored and Verinia won't play with me so I screamed &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"I AM RETARDED"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; at that air-con guy LOL I can't believe I did that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I tried to rape her LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached her house again and I tried to rape her again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I WAS &lt;i&gt;HARRY FUCKING POTTER&lt;/i&gt;, PEOPLES.&lt;/b&gt; I had a blue wand and everything! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then Verinia just HAD to stuff my face with that disgusting orange pillow of hers. It has her snot, tears and WHO KNOWS probably her pee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and we watched "&lt;i&gt;Sexy and I Know It&lt;/i&gt;" by LMFAO. OMG obscene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They stripped down to their birthday-suits (almost) and they were only wearing disgusting pieces of shiny briefs and wiggled their balls AND YOU COULD ACTUALLY SEE IT WIGGLE..on SCREEN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that song got stuck in my head lols. So yeah. Until now it's still stuck in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GIRL LOOK AT THAT BODDEHHHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet none of you will dare to wiggle in the middle of the streets... &lt;i&gt;BUT YOU SECRETLY WANT TO WHEN NO ONE'S LOOKING&lt;/i&gt;. You're gonna be like that retard in that Katy Perry "&lt;i&gt;Peacock&lt;/i&gt;" music video thing LOL wear a bikini and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ROCK THAT BODY!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I work out~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK I'm tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PEACE OUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-4407292849178044185?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/4407292849178044185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-wanna-have-fun-fun-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/4407292849178044185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/4407292849178044185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-wanna-have-fun-fun-fun.html' title='Girl look at that body.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-3104372534021824701</id><published>2011-10-07T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T14:48:52.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOO WHOO WHOO!</title><content type='html'>FIRST OF ALL. Steve Jobs died lol yeah&lt;div&gt;OK SECOND OF ALL. GD was found with marijuana. Not really surprising. He's kinda Western influenced and shit NOT THAT I'M SAYING Westerners are all drug sniffing-sex having whores....just well. Yeah. Koreans don't do drugs, it's like against this honour code to your family or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they found TAEYANG with drugs, now THAT is news-worthy. Cos he's so innocent and stuff. Despite the mohawk, Taeyang's a sweetie-pie. Besides, his trainer will murder him if he did drugs lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY let's talk about exams. BM paper one was shit lols if the answers in the Facebook page were right, I'm a dead girl LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BI was OK....paper one was confusing..paper two section A..I never wrote that type before so I don't know..didn't do my best D: but section C was AWESOME XD Section B sucked cos those two pengawases WOULDN'T STOP TALKING. You know, the fat old one? The one that doesn't smile and wore this white number on Thursday? OMG THEY WERE SO NOISY AND ANNOYING I wanted to shush them but I scared later they complain and I die lols&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those pengawases have a record book or something? The teachers know EVERYTHING lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science was...OK :D paper two was easy :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geografi was OK too :D I got an A!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sejarah was SO HARD. Usually the first question is the type that boosts your confidence and stuff? NOT THE CASE. I bet everyone was like "...what????" when they read the first question. WHO PUTS A KBKK QUESTION AS THE FIRST ONE?? I checked my answer with the Facebook one and I got a 46/60 though :D hope it's an A. Kudos to those who DID get an A though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maths, KH and BC coming up. WISH ME LUCK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-3104372534021824701?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3104372534021824701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/10/whoo-whoo-whoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/3104372534021824701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/3104372534021824701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/10/whoo-whoo-whoo.html' title='WHOO WHOO WHOO!'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-3138896124924136434</id><published>2011-10-03T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T19:27:09.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lectures and Capricorns</title><content type='html'>My brother is complaining shit again -_- he has another assignment so he's cranky..AGAIN.&lt;div&gt;He's arguing with my Dad...again. They just did yesterday..TODAY again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It ALL started with the dinner table and we were talking about licenses and he was like there's no point in having a license if you can't get a car. BLA BLA BLA BLA BLA it comes down to how much he's isolated and no one listens to him BLA BLA BLA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If he wants people to listen to him, he should stop being such a self-absorbed prick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read that Capricorns talk too much..SO TRUE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-3138896124924136434?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/3138896124924136434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/10/lectures-and-capricorns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/3138896124924136434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/3138896124924136434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/10/lectures-and-capricorns.html' title='Lectures and Capricorns'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-7351584809538275437</id><published>2011-10-02T17:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T17:45:37.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith, Hope and Hot Guys.</title><content type='html'>Woke up with a fever on Friday but I still went to school anyways cos I have PMR Orientation.&lt;div&gt;Regretted going. First of all, it drizzled and stop and drizzled and stop (typical Malaysian weather) so I guess it didn't help the situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the orientation I could hardly keep my eyes open. I was so tired and I felt nauseated and the teachers spent agonizingly slow to talk. Especially Mr. Chee and Abdul Aziz. Mr. Chee was looking at the paper, took off his specs, stared into space for 10 seconds, talk-pause-talk-pause and the cycle continues 5 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abdul Aziz was just plain annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After recess, I felt abit worst cos I was so tired and I felt guilty for sitting cos everyone else was like, working. So I stood up and tried but it's not easy, you know. You have to bend down and kick and pull and push and carry...not exactly a walk in the park for sick people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People didn't believe I was sick and kept joking that I was lazing around..I wasn't THAT sick then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until about 11.25 and the sickness started to kick in. I was so TIRED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michelle said my face was red and blotchy and my eyes were yellow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sat outside with my head on Jien Li's lap to rest and people who past by were like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"who's that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"what happened?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she was like ezhen, she's sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the girls were like "ohhh.." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the guys were like "You sure? I think she's faking it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. Guys are stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I dragged my feet to take my bag and collapsed on some random seat and I ALMOST K.O.ed if it wasn't the fact that I KNEW that isn't my seat lols. Bla bla bla, I reached my seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rested my head in my arms but I didn't sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT'S SO ANNOYING. When you're worn out but you can't sleep cos you're insecure and stuff -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm fine now! So yeah :D Just abit lost of appetite and a bit fever and I'm kinda dehydrated lols so my lips are beyond chapped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brace yourself, world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-7351584809538275437?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/7351584809538275437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/10/faith-hope-and-hot-guys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/7351584809538275437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/7351584809538275437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/10/faith-hope-and-hot-guys.html' title='Faith, Hope and Hot Guys.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-9004086433072898448</id><published>2011-09-17T19:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T09:26:34.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot stuff'/><title type='text'>Sight-Seeing.</title><content type='html'>Went to Sungai Wang today at 10am cos Mom had a facial appointment. I'm gonna skip all the boring stuff and come to...lunch.&lt;div&gt;Lunch at Lot 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think today is like, God's "sight-seeing day" for me lols SO MANY EYE CANDY O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then Mom's girl took over and she went browsing shoes..and I, being a girl with raging hormones and eyes specialized to catch hotties (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH excuse my modesty pffft) saw cute promoters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND THEN. I saw this Chinese one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CUE BRAIN WHEELS MOVING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*FLASHBACCKK!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KLCC. Isetan. Sale. ROXY. BAGS!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promoter. Cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*END FLASHBACK*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES! I saw the exact same promoter! Guess he works for Isetan or something..I ain't complainin' ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then we went to Leisure Mall to catch a movie : "Johnny English Reborn"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO SO SO FUNNY. OMG seriously. Must watch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not gonna post spoilers or anything, I'm just tellin' ya, GO WATCH IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH! And I saw Daniel. Fariq.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH OH OH this reminds me. Saw this SERIOUSLY CUTE COUPLE outside the cinema today. The guy was cute but the girl was a nerd WHICH TO ME, was a total comic book romance LOLOL I hope they live happily ever after.. I couldn't stop smiling when he put his arm around her shoulder XD they were SO SO SO adorable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I felt ABIT TINY LIL' alone and jealous but whatever. BOTTOM LINE IS, they're cute :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Rotiboy, saw this cute guy with a middle-age-ish lady (I PRAY TO GOD IT'S HIS MOM) and he was wearing a hat...LOL he was cute la :D I kept looking at the windows (that's where he was sitting) and sneaking glances BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the movie, Mom went to Bata and I SAW ANOTHER CUTE GUY with (hopefully) his mom...who looks like Pn. Lee...whatever. That guy was cute :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only I have a built-in Instant Camera in my brain :/ would be fun to relive the memories of sight-seeing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH and the cinema was like, FULL of teenage guys..and girls...but I only focus on guys so..ALOTOFCUTEGUYS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hee hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CiaoooO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-9004086433072898448?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/9004086433072898448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/09/sight-seeing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/9004086433072898448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/9004086433072898448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/09/sight-seeing.html' title='Sight-Seeing.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-8971902128182177766</id><published>2011-09-16T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T21:48:55.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at a glance.</title><content type='html'>I'm bored, so yeah.&lt;div&gt;brace yourself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ezhen-spotted-hot-guy-at-a-glance:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently my face becomes pink with excitement and my eyes twinkle (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA) and my mouth curves up but I try to remain normal, failing as usual HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I said, I'm bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOT GUYS FOREVER, MOTHERFUCKERS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-8971902128182177766?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/8971902128182177766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/09/at-glance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/8971902128182177766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/8971902128182177766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/09/at-glance.html' title='at a glance.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-2377636123852462463</id><published>2011-09-16T20:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T21:03:54.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooh-la-la!</title><content type='html'>It's baby Xander's birthday today! Me thinks, at least. Went there as "pest-control" lol for Auntie Aprel's (henceforth known as Aprel) friends' kids. SO MANY KIDS.&lt;div&gt;They rented the studio at ZEHN apartments (IKR. LOL one day. I'm gonna live there..IT'S PRACTICALLY MY NAME HAHAHAHA) and there was a pool nearby and these um. pavilion-shady thingys that would be so romantic if it were at night and you were with your boy/girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just found out the pool is 50 metres long. OMG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK so when I reached there I was like OOOH! Cos the condo is freaking huge and posh and awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's priced between RM1,000,000 - RM3,ooo,ooo..FTW!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was this dark skinned guy as the caterer to the ais kacang thingy. At first I thought he was an immigrant or a Malay or something then I heard him talk in Cantonese and soon I found out he's actually Chinese..just dark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Point is, he's hot LOL abit too tall, but hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We babysat the kids that were in this inflatable castle in the studio. And since they're all rich-ass people they also had these HUGE baby-sized remote-controlled/pedal-controlled bikes and cars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IKNOWRIGHT... today was one of those days I wish I have shorter legs LOL not that they're long, but compared to these little toddlers, they are so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bla-bla-bla. CAAKE TIME! Aprel had this customized cake made. It was Angry Birds themed cos Xander's obsessed with iPad games. It had this small round cake (lemon.) covered with green fondant as the grass, and X-A-N-D-E-R in fondant too at the side. OH Aprel also had Optimus and Bumblebee made in fondant as the centre-piece for the cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cake was surrounded by these green-fondant covered cupcakes with angry birds and bricks and wood lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids surrounded the cake, their eyes sparkling. They were like, making mental notes on which cupcake to grab. They were like "this one is mine!" and "MINEEEEEE!" LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After several attempts, Xander blew out the candles and war started between the kids on who grabbed the first cupcake LOL. I ate a piece of cupcake fondant and it was so SWEET -.- seriously. Too sweet for my tastebuds. The cake was nice though, it was balanced, the cake being only abit sweet and the fondant being fucking sweet LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Verinia went to the pavilion-shady thingies and I started checking these two guys swimming out HAHAHAHAHAH yes, my raging hormones got the better of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN, the tables turned. The guys caught us red-handed and they nudged each other and I was like OH CRAP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHAHAHAHAHHAHA. They left after that :( cos it was going to rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that's about it lols. I GOT A GOODIE BAG! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay. ciao, peoples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-2377636123852462463?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/2377636123852462463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/09/ooh-la-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/2377636123852462463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/2377636123852462463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/09/ooh-la-la.html' title='Ooh-la-la!'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-1421352396576584075</id><published>2011-09-15T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T22:34:39.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Collapse.</title><content type='html'>Watched Sucker Punch with Verinia the other day.&lt;div&gt;The movie was OK. I just liked the soundtrack cos Emily Browning's voice rocks the world and her hair was so..SOFT and TOUCHABLE in the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad she ain't a read blonde. She looks so much better blonde lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The soundtrack is awesome. Like, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personal favourites : 'Where is my mind?' and 'Sweet Dreams (Are made of this)'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GO GO GO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie was yet another one that ended too fast. Like Green Lantern. Seriously? The bad guy incinerated to death, he gets the kiss from Blake Lively, END.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE F---?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. LOL I bet if they could make a longer one, it'll be awesome-r.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her hair was awesome in it though. LUCKY BITCH'S HAIR DIDN'T GO HAYWIRE AFTER ALL THOSE GYMNASTICS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Going to baby Xander's one-year-old birthday-ness party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If that made sense. Whatever, you get the gist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;:) can't wait. Kinda scared though. The kid might be cute, but he's also a spoiled, obnoxious little one year old boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously. He is spoiled with a capital S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HE HAS A FREAKING IPAD and he's not even officially one yet. LIKE WTF? I'm fucking fifteen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;FIFTEEN! THAT'S LIKE, 14 YEARS PLUS DIFFERENCE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Life is so unfair -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;on the BRIGHT side,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I GOT A FUCKING 40/40 FOR ENGLISH PAPER ONE MOTHERFUCKERS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Basking in my glory now HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;MISSNURUL, IF YOU'RE READING THIS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I still think you rock :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-1421352396576584075?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/1421352396576584075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/09/collapse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/1421352396576584075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/1421352396576584075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/09/collapse.html' title='Collapse.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-7037681632546671004</id><published>2011-09-09T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T22:52:38.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whut..?</title><content type='html'>On Thursday we had this Geografi seminar by a Pn. Teh from God-knows-where.&lt;div&gt;Okay, first of all : SHE HAS A MOLE ON HER FOREHEAD. Which is very annoying to me cos I have a thing against facial moles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michelle had the time of her life pointing out her mole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That teacher's method is kinda weird and obviously defective. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She thinks using her body is apparently very effective but SOME people might not be able to remember which side of the body you're supposed to use!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't get anything from there other than um...well, Ikmal is very smart and apparently grew into standing in front of crowds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU GO IKMAL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry I can't think much now cos there's a tiny chunk of apple stuck in my throat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK wait it's gone now :) after swallowing and swallowing and in the end, desperately try to drown it down with another chunk of apple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sheer - genius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ANYWAYS,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lost my class key on Thursday D: I was looking for it on the floor and the big-ear dude and his friends were like "wtf........?" at me LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT IT'S NOT AN LOL MATTER! It's an OHMYGOSH! matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH MY GOD!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DIE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw alot of gila kuasa bitches today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Form Two librarian was like telling The Indians off (yes, Capital T cos that's how I call it. I classify them into different Cliques. Like for instance, Cheryl they all or Trisha and the gang or Those-Form-Two-Girls-That-Sit-In-Front-Of-Us)  and she was using this totally snotty attitude. I mean, does it HURT to be nice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gila kuasa bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I found out that apparently teachers were supposed to bring books too to read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FAIL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PFFT like as if they read. They just bring the book out for show only. Ever 5 seconds they lift up their head like they have freaking ADHD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some teachers don't even bother to bring a book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they expect the students to bring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they punish us if we don't bring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TELADAN YANG BAIK MY GLUTEUS MAXIMUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the butt muscle if you want to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gerak Gempur is next week and I'm still here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT THE FUCK?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK BYE BYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-7037681632546671004?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/7037681632546671004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/09/whut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/7037681632546671004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/7037681632546671004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/09/whut.html' title='Whut..?'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-5803145416260336368</id><published>2011-09-03T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T20:21:01.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small dots.</title><content type='html'>Well, almost finished with "Big Girl"&lt;div&gt;She found her love in the name of Collin White. They met in the gym and he loves her like shit. He's really kind and handsome...and is really sweet and he protects her from her Dad's words that pierce through air like a samurai sword.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her sister, Grace got engaged though to this guy that is exactly like her Dad. He even cheated on her and ordered her to sweep it under the rug! Victoria told her Dad about it and he just told her that it's normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wtf. Collin agrees with Victoria though (thank HEAVENS) and her shrink told her to just leave Grace alone because obviously she's not going to listen to Victoria anymore and Victoria should just let Grace live her life and face the consequences. Her shrink doesn't like Harry either (that's Grace's fiance's name) but she said that Grace is probably too stubborn to listen anymore and maybe Grace was more alike with her parents than Victoria thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Victoria doesn't like it though and she's terrified that Grace will become like their mother - a backbone-less woman and not have her own opinions and just listens to her husband blindly. Nevertheless, Victoria accepted the fact that nothing she says can change Grace's mind anymore and she just lets her marry Harry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh hey, that rhymed hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS back to topic. Grace. Harry. Disaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Collin is an angel to Victoria and she really deserves him, after all she's been through. Collin has been through almost the same thing though. His golden-boy brother died fourteen years ago and left his parents to be depressed. His brother had been captain of the football team, had good grades and went to Harvard and all that great expectations. In my opinion, his parents only liked his brother so they could brag about him. He's nothing but a trophy in a glass case, to be presented in front of friends. Nothing Collin does can make his parents satisfied and they just look at him depressed and unsatisfied. Victoria doesn't like them either and she's there for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOD. Just reading about them makes me feel so..alone and empty ._. but I'm still 15, I have a life in front of me...I hope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IF 2012 doesn't happen. I mean, if I have the chance to live to see the day of 2013, I'll gladly take it. I mean, I don't wanna die so fast! What if the Chinese people is making these huge submarines for the government and people who can afford it?! And Obama's gonna be left behind on Earth with us, leaving Michelle and kids at the submarine!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o___________o &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohmygod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was reading HOT at Popular today and I turned the page to see Rowan Atkinson staring right back at me with that goofy face expression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OH.MY.GOD. It's was scary. LOL I jumped abit and the girls there were like 'o.o wtf?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-5803145416260336368?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/5803145416260336368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/09/small-dots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/5803145416260336368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/5803145416260336368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/09/small-dots.html' title='Small dots.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-6305093289533529335</id><published>2011-09-02T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T22:28:10.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dots.</title><content type='html'>I feel so depressed.&lt;div&gt;You can skip this post lol cos I tend to write really long and boring stuff when I'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been reading this Danielle Steel book - "Big Girl" and it got pretty bad reviews but I've read them and all they say is they want perfect women in a strong lifestyle and shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm halfway through the book now and so far I think it's pretty nice...if you like Dorothy Koomson or Jodi Picoult then you might like Danielle Steel cos her writing is pretty mature..not mature like Rachel Gibson lol but mature like adult-mature-ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You get the pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS it's about this girl called Victoria. Her Dad called her that after Queen Victoria (who was fat and ugly..) and her Mom is this woman with no backbone and only listens to her husband. They're pretty disappointed that she's born that way and her Dad even confronted the nurse in the hospital of switching the babies.. so yeah she's pretty much not that loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Grace came. Her parents were over the moon cos Grace is like her parents, dark eyed and dark haired and pale skinned. Victoria still loves Grace though. Her Dad called Victoria the 'tester cake' which means Victoria was the mush-up and Grace is the perfect one. After Grace's birth, Victoria has been verbally-abused by her Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her Dad is this really mean guy that always jokes about Victoria's size. I think she's an apple-shaped woman cos D.S. wrote that she's heavy on top but has killer legs (just like Verinia's auntie..she has AWESOME legs but kinda heavy on top cos of like, three births) And her Dad always throws mashed potatoes or something in her way and jokes that she won't refuse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come to think of it, her Dad is EXACTLY like my Dad. He throws me this plate of food and I take it and he's like "You won't be able to refuse right! *smirk*"-.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS. Yeah she went to New York and only visits her parents (who lived at L.A.) when she misses Grace. She doesn't like seeing her parents (who would?) because whenever she loses some weight or something which is like an accomplishment her parents won't see it, only Grace does. Obviously Grace loves her sister unconditionally and only she notices the changes in Victoria. Her Mom only looks at her with this sad expressions and keeps telling her to go on these camps for the obese and her Dad only laughs at her some more which makes Victoria more depressed and eat more and gain more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. Yeah. I just read the part where this one guy that would date her cheats on her with this other woman. Gonna continue later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book is pretty nice lol I guess cos I can relate..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know what's up with my Dad. He's being so..like, I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIKE I'M A FREAKIN' DISAPPOINTMENT. Like I'm a waste of cells and should be for other humans to be made or something -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even feel like eating chocolate right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DO YOU KNOW HOW RARE THAT IS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very. VERY VERY VERY VERY RARE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So long, and goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-6305093289533529335?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/6305093289533529335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/09/dots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/6305093289533529335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/6305093289533529335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/09/dots.html' title='dots.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-2334016950375254661</id><published>2011-08-29T16:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T17:06:53.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG-moments.</title><content type='html'>OH MY FUCKING GOSH. NO WAY.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember Blue from Blue's Clues waaay back then in kindergarten days? When it aired on Nick Jr.??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BLUE IS A GIRL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A GIRL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTF!??! I always thought it was a guy!!! COS MAGENTA'S A GIRL SO IT'S WEIRD..I thought Blue and Magenta were an item ._. wtf..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH and what a coincidence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ron from Kim Possible has a pet rat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ron from Harry Potter has a pet rat TOO!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a straaaaaaange feeling Su Jean's gonna be all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"._____________. so?" when she reads this LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-2334016950375254661?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/2334016950375254661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/08/omg-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/2334016950375254661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/2334016950375254661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/08/omg-moments.html' title='OMG-moments.'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8288675429548630758.post-7050488117226568233</id><published>2011-08-29T13:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T13:47:06.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT THE -- ?</title><content type='html'>Anyone saw The Star's headline today?&lt;div&gt;RM12,000 for a maid! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ABSURDITY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom was like ranting about how we can't trust people these days LOL and she was like if people hire Chinese maids they should be scared cos the maid would seduce their husbands XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then she was like, if anyone wants to hire maids they should hire ones like the old lady on the U Mobile banner (go see..that old lady is uglehhh) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Dad was like, if the wife hire old maids like that the husbands won't go home LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what the fuck XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8288675429548630758-7050488117226568233?l=surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/feeds/7050488117226568233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/08/what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/7050488117226568233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8288675429548630758/posts/default/7050488117226568233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surreptitiously-confessing.blogspot.com/2011/08/what.html' title='WHAT THE -- ?'/><author><name>Miss Sarcasm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14117076758881466350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOSfF4bRdK0/TnNUUB9F4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-RIW5fcW_6w/s220/mmee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
